Hogwarts: New Generation

[Sailor Arti]

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Room of Requirement

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Even though Sabrina was not religious she was surely saying her prayers now. Thankfully they were answered, by some unknown power out there. Or maybe just Jay. Sabrina didn't care tho because the crazy wind had stopped and all was right with the world again. Sweets had that magic touch with Anice, she made a note about that. She continued to pet her head until suddenly the head she was petting was no longer there. She blinked for a second then looked down as Anice pressed herself against Jay for a hug. Thanking him, and apologizing. For what, Sabrina had no idea. Probably for helping her out just now. The look that Jayden threw Sabrina was quite hilarious though. She brought her hands to her lips to stifle a laugh that was bubbling up within her. That happened to be short lived, since Jayden decided to push the undead princess off of him and straighten himself up.

"Eh, uhh... Y-you're welcome and d-don't sweat it!" He spat out rather quickly, clearly embarrassed, while rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

Sabrina smiled at her little group. Even though a lot of stuff had happened that was unplanned, and her hissy fits were thrown, she was still enjoying her time with these two. Not that she would say that out loud or anything. Psh! Like is needed to inflate their egos. Thanks but no thanks! The loud sound of clattering trays and goblets drowned out her happy day dream and drew her attention to the opposite side of the room, where the sound came from. She sighed, her people would clean that up some idiot probably knocked them over.

And idiot it was...

"Ladies and gentlemen!" A familiar voice boomed over the music and the chatted of the people. "Hear me on! I shall now read you all a storythat should be familiar to all!" Sabrina groaned, first of all for all the goddamn ruckus this fool was making. An amplifier charm? Really? Was that necessary? Second, because this foolwas none other than the the idiot journalist/business partner of hers, whom she had saved minutes prior from vomiting slugs. This guy seemed to have a taste for trouble, and frankly, it was getting quite annoying. Anything that involved him was bound to have a terrible ending.

Sabrina caught Jayden's questioning glance. She understood what the look meant no problem. They could understand one another like that, without saying much. She shook her head. She had no clue this would be happening. This was just a surprise to her as it was to him. Still, she had a gut feeling that this wasn't going to go well.

"To all my loyal readers, thank you for taking the effort to listen to me." He continued dramatically, spreading his arms out, either doing a terrible bird imitation or doing an equally horrid plane impression. Either way, Sabrina wasn't impressed. "To these who haven't…" he added with a dark chuckle, as he lowered his voice,"You will thank me later."

Her stomach started to churn, letting her now she was right about things not going well. She just knew. But there was nothing she could do to stop him now. He had everyone's ear, he was running the show. She no longer had control, and it was terrifying not to have the rein in her own small hands.

That's when Garaile took out a folded piece of paper, to which he unfolded to read to everyone. One could only assume it to be the gossip paper he was so fond of. If that was the case, then yes, Sabrina's intuition, was right, "Shocking: Is Jayden Everdragomir threatening girls into dating him?"

The silence was so loud in that moment.

Her scarlet eyes widened in horror as her brain registered what exactly Garaile had said. Oh no, this was worse than what she thought. Shit was hitting the fan, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She was rendered complete powerless and she hated this feeling. That's when the whispers started. Her eyes jumped around as she watched as people turned to look at her friend beside her and mumble about him. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it! They didn't know what they were doing! This was awful. And it was only getting started. Laughter could be heard and a mix of angry slurs hurled at her friend too. She bit her lip as she turned to look at her friend. Her feelings clearly written on her face, the sadness that this was happening, the frustration that she couldn't protect her friend, the helplessness, the sympathy.

She searched his face for something too but he was taking this all in as well. The panic was written on his face. No one, not even the strong Everdragomir, could stand in the face of ridicule to this degree and not be taken aback at first. But then, suddenly, the panic melted and his facial expression shifted to something unreadable. She frowned. His hair covered his eyes so she didn't know what was going on with him, but she was sure it wasn't good. "Jay...?" She spoke quietly, barely a whisper, but she knew he could still hear. She didn't know what else to say. She was at a loss for words for once.

That's when she noticed movement from corner of her eyes, she watched as Kiyoko angrily marched her way over to Garaile. Oh no! That's when she understood. She tore her eyes from Kiyoko back to Jayden. He wasn't furious because they were talking shit about himbut because they were talking shit about his girlfriend. Well, Sabrina knew, if it was one thing you didn't do, it was mess with a guy's girlfriend. They didn't take that too well, they are always quick to be on the defensive to protect them, as they should. The same should be said for the girlfriend's if said boyfriend was being dissed. She turned her gaze back to Kiyoko in time to see her yank Garaile from where he was standing by his ankles, making him fall on his ass.

Damn, she had quite the strength on her didn't she?

There was obviously a heated exchange going on but Sabrina didn't get a chance to hear it because that's when a low guttural growl came from the boy beside her. A chill ran up her spine as she turned her head to stare at Jayden who seemed to be losing it. "J-Jay?" She said softly again, backing up and instinctively putting her hand over Anice's eyes as if to shield her from what Sabrina knew was about to go down. The monster was off his leash. What could she do? To be completely honest she had never seen him like this. The last time he was like this it was completely dark. She didn't get to see him at all. But now being up close, he was really scaring her. She didn't believe he would hurt her, but at the same time, she couldn't help but have a part of her mind that held doubts. When he was like this, could he really tell the difference between friend and foe?

That's when he started his slow approach to Garaile. As he passed her, her hand reached out to stop him but hesitated halfway, before she drew her hand back, as it was shaking. She shook her head and bowed her head. This was all a mess. So quickly her power was ripped from her and she was left with nothing. Nothing! This was infuriating. She heard the sound of an impact, she looked up to see Jayden on the table with Garaile pined beneath him, he didn't hesitate as he slammed his fist into Garaile's face. Sabrina looked away, grabbing Anice's hand as she pulled her up the platform to where the throne was, and a smaller chair beside it. She sat her there then used the spell Incarcerous to tie her up. "I don't want you running off on me again, so just be a good girl and stay put this time? Okay? It's for your own good" she said to her.

That's when Garaile's blood curdling scream made her jump and whip her head in the direction. Jay had his hands around his wrist. He must've broken more bones. She winced and closed her eyes before grabbing a couple chalices from a vampire lackey beside her. She had to keep telling herself there was nothing she could do. She was powerless, and this was none of her business, so why the hell should she care? Knocking back a goblet she gulped down its contents in its entirety. Shaking her head she let out an 'ahh~' sound. Taking a seat in her throne, sipping from her second chalice and looking away from the chaos she tried to focus on how all her hard works wasn't becoming her worst nightmare right before her very eyes.

She had originally planned to stay out of it. It was none of her business what went on between the weasel and his victims. He should've seen this coming. She knew he was smarter than that. Now that really got her brain reeling. Maybe the fool was a masochist after all. She shook her head. Besides, there was no reason for her to interfere, it would all be over in a minute anyway. She was confident in Jayden's abilities. Hah, he wasn't gonna kill him or anything. So everything should be fine, right?

....

Thing was...the show wasn't over. If anything, it hadn't even reached its climax. New actors seemed to be coming out of nowhere to join the others on the stage and share the limelight. Well wasn't that just...peachy?

Sabrina pursed her lips and tapped her finger nails against the chalice. Her thoughts were starting to fog up, but not to the point where she couldn't focus on that chaos at had. Something needed to be done. But what? What?! Think Sabrina, think! If she didn't do anything, this would all end up in real horror. She could no longer sit by and be idle. She sighed rubbing her temple with her left hand. Sabrina was no fool. She wasn't going to jump in to prevent a fight only to get her ass knocked out herself. No, no. She wouldn't go seeking the spotlight. The spotlight must come to her. But how? That was the real question.

Her Crimson eyes flashed in the direction of the madness. Running her finger across the rim of her cup she watched. Silently. Everything falling in slow motion around her. She needed people to focus on her instead of the shit storm in front of them. So she had redirect their attention to her. A wicked grin spread across her lips. Oh, she could do that. Sabrina stood up, walking over to one of her lackey's, whispering something in their ear. Nodding as the understood the orders they were being given Sabrina went back to the throne, placing her goblet on the ground. She inhaled deeply, trying to erase some of the fog from her mind produced by the alcohol. She need to do this quickly before the alcohol really started to kick in and she would lose it.

...

Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap.

The sound resounded through the room, as a slow, steady rhythm of clapping came from the opposite side of the room. Taking notes from the previous attention seeker, who was now somewhat out of commission, she had cast a sound amplifier charm on herself, to boost the sound of her voice. She had also gathered most of her cult of followers, lackeys, you name it, around her. The fog that was produced by magic was now seeping out at a faster pace, adding an eerie effect to the room. Sabrina took point in front of her den of vampires. Clapping as she looked in the direction of the chaos."Bravo! Wonderful, absolutely wonderful." She said with a grin on her face. As she look out over the crowd she took in their expressions, bewilderment clearly being expressed. That's when the familiar heat returned to the core of her body. No, this time, it wasn't due to the alocohol intoxicating her system, but because she was releasing, a small but effective, amount of concentrated charm over the audience, like waves. "How did you all enjoy the performance? Really realistic was it not?" Still clapping, as if to set an example. "Let's give a hand to our brilliant actors shall we?"

She gazed out into the crowd where one of her lackey's was placed. Earlier she had sent him out there should things not exactly be going according to plan. So in order to get the ball rolling she placed him out there to get her point across. She nodded slightly at them as they understood what to do. That's when he released the cheering charm over the audience in order to make them be more willing to agree to Sabrina's demands. Her charm plus the cheering charm one might think she was overdoing it but she didn't care. She would not leave any corner uncovered if it meant assuring her regaining the power she lost in full.

A couple of well placed awkward chuckles of laughter and soon, others began clapping along with Sabrina. Following her lead. She grined, things were falling into place quite nicely considering what they had been a moment ago. She was just trying to iron out the wrinkles, and smooth things over again. "Nothing like some brutal drama to scare us to the bone and get us in the Halloween spirit right? Take a bow ladies and gentlemen, this was an exquisite performance, truly." The applause grew a little more in volume and some more laughters were heard here and there, as the charm worked its magic across the students. It was about time to close out so Sabrina smiled once more towards the audience, "So without further ado, let's continue to enjoy this party!" with that a couple cheers were followed from the audience as Sabrina had attempted to the absolute best of her abilities to restore the mood that was lost.

[glow=purple]ooc: "Go grease lightning, you're burning up the quarter mile
(Grease lightning, go grease lightning)"[/glow]


Characters Mentioned:

[glow=blue]@WishfulNemo > Garaile Scriven[/glow]

[glow=blue]@Wicked > Jayden Everdragomir[/glow]

[glow=blue]@VocaStar > Anice Runeswell[/glow]

[glow=blue]@Strayed > Jack Sullivan[/glow]

[glow=blue]@Namora > Kiyoko Oshiro[/glow]

[glow=blue]@firejay1 > Maia Alvey[/glow]

[glow=blue]NPC's Sabrina's Lackeys (they're everywhere xD)[/glow]

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[Namora]

[ Ooc -- Kiyoko is on it's way ]

[BCOLOR=transparent][ Hogwarts Castle; Room of Requirement -- 7th Floor Corridor ][/BCOLOR]

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[BCOLOR=transparent]Sully slipped from Sethen's weak hold on him, taking a step back to appraise his costume. The red-haired boy replied with a smile and a compliment, "Good evening to you too, Mr. Lockett! You're looking even more fabulous than usual."[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Oh I know, but don't stop, I thrive off compliments", Seth smiled and puffed out his chest slightly, posing for a heartbeat before laughing at his own light-natured joke. When he didn't receive a response, Seth followed the other boy's green eyes, which stalked the blonde friend he'd been eyeing earlier. The dark haired boy watched as she was led away onto the dancefloor. He blinked in surprise, and watched on, hoping for find something to tease her about later on. She continued to dance and chat with the other boy, a green-clad rather tall fellow that Seth had winked at in passing once or twice in the past. Seth continued to observe silently, his silver eyes darting along her face, watching her smile, and flickering up to her eyes... which then darted over to meet his. Goosepimples crawled up his arms, and he felt the color drain from his face as his stomach lurched forward...[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Pupils like pinpricks, in a sea of blue stared at him unblinking... Her breath was heavy, but there was an effort to stifle it... Her hands, shoulders... body, was trembling, and her fear was intoxicating. The smell of her, so familiar... yet distinctly different from what he'd grown so accustomed to. He could feel his arms moving on their own, paws padding against the cold stone floor. His claws contracted, scraping the stone beneath them. Control wavered in and out, his low growl rose and fell in aggression... black intent wavered. She ran.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]He clamped his eyes shut, and shook his head, as if to jumble the thoughts that decorating the inside of his head on a maddening repeat. [/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]Sethen looked at his reflection his is drink, and realize he was white as old bone, matching the pale blonde his hair now was. He glanced up at Stella, [/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]managing a weak smile and a wink that he wasn't even sure she caught. [/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]He wiped the cold sweat from his brow with the sleeve of his pinstriped suit, ignoring the drama going on behind him as he stumbled his way to the door. It was too loud here, too loud, and the volume waxed and waned at random. Whispers were shouts, screams were sirens wails, cries were whimpers, and the smell.... tension and fear. The smell of it wafted and vanished with each wary step he took toward the door, trudging through the crowd. Images were flooding in now, and they began to overwhelm him. Fur, blood, tears and angry eyes flashed behind the black space of his eyes as he blinked. He knew where it was from, Seth'd been replying the encounter for days afterward. Just, lingering... [/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]When MacNeill had given notice of the upcoming boggart class, Sethen had gone to his potions professor demanding an excuse not to attend, for fear of what would come skulking out. For fear of what it would tell to a classroom of his oblivious peers. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Instead of a free pass, he got a private lesson to face his phobia, and after his encounter with Stella, the memory refused to leave him....[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Sethen broke through the last of the crowd and slammed himself against the door as he turned the handle. Sethen stepped into the quiet of the hallway, and the door creaked closed behind him. He leaned against the wall for support, his breath short, quick and heavy. The boy's shoulders slumped, his fingers went slack and h[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]is drink fell from his hand and clattered to the floor in the empty hallway, the liquid wet the ground, and Sethen met the eyes of his reflection...[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]--[/BCOLOR]

"Okay, Lockett. You ready?"
Clementine Ashton called, her slim fingers were closing on the handle to the wardrobe, "No, I--"
"Good, here we go"
The red haired woman interrupted as she gripped and turned the handle that trembled violently. She stepped away, and the door creaked open slowly, the sound of the squeaking hinges set the boy on edge and a sweaty palm gripped the hilt of his wand. That was when he stepped out of the closet. Usually, Sethen would have joked about him coming out of the closet years ago, but the blood and the smile around his own mouth stunned him into silence.
Sethen had never seen his own boggart, he had found excuses upon excuses to skip doing so, and usually a note saved him... usually. Ashton wouldn't have it however, instead she emphasized the importance of facing fears and spouted some education crap that Seth didn't believe for a moment. In any case, she bullied him into agreeing, and Seth didn't mind so much, seeing as she already had as much of an idea of what would come skulking out of the closet as he did. Now that is was here, Seth knew just how much he didn't want to see it. He cast, and the force of his spell only sent the boggart reeling back as its skin shifted green. The creature tripped on the entrance to the closet, and the Professor slammed the door shut with a wave of her hand, her expression emphasized how annoyed she was.
"No Lockett. You're jumping the gun. Wait for the boggart to manifest completely, otherwise you aren't conquering jackshit." Her hand lingered over the handle, Seth held his breath. "You're a Gryffindor. Act like it."

When she turned the handle, the boggart came tumbling out, its faces shifting still as it rolled across the ground. He saw flashes of distinct, familiar faces. His brother. Parents. Zoey. Madison. Andromeda. Monty. Melinda. His insides squirmed as it waited for the roulette to end, the boggart rose steadily to it feet, it's figure settling of a girl's shape. Then, the faces stopped twitched and blurring, settling on one particular blonde he knew. Stella stood before him, slumped over and holding her abdomen as blood began to seep through her fingers. Through a veil of bloodied blonde locks, she glanced up at him.
"You...." Her breath was heavy, ragged, her eyes were rapidly growing bloodshot and Sethen's stomach dropped as the sign... Her clothes were in shambles. Bloody, and on her torso the distinct gauged pattern of teeth and claw marks traced her. Bloody trenches in her smooth skin glared at him. He began to shake.
"You... did this to me." She took a step toward him, her body twitching now, shuttering, "Fuck you Sethen. God damn yo--AHHHHHHHHHHH"
Her scream was blood curdling, and his gut twisted at the sound. The girl's flesh began to rip away, replaced with light tan-golden fur, the bones in her face stretching out, her teeth sharpening and becoming accustomed to the freshly forged jaw. She kept screaming, she just kept screaming. Faintly he could hear Clementine Ashton screaming, 'Now', again and again... He watched on, tears burning in his eyes.
He couldn't think of anything funny. There was nothing to laugh about here. There was nothing... And that was when the boggart lunged at him. He remembered puking, falling to his knees and leaning over and supporting himself with his hand as he emptied his stomach's contents onto the stone floor of the room. Professor Ashton was kind enough to step in, and she promptly dealt with the boggart that shifted at her appearance, Seth glanced up toward the closet door, staring blankly ahead as she forced the thing back from whence it came, once the door had closed she turned to run to him, helping the boy to sit...

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He shuttered. Even now, his stomach was turning... nervous, revolted... He held his food, and tried to calm his breathing. The boy continued to lean against the cool wall with clammy pale skin. He glanced down the hall, and stumbled toward a suite of armor that he promptly collapsed beside.


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Characters Mentioned -

@firejay1 - Stella Prince
@Strayed - Jack Sullivan
@Namora -- Myself - Prof. Clementine Ashton​

 

[the crafty pig]

[Ravenclaw tower<7th Floor corridor<Room of Requirement]​

Ravenclaw tower 8:10pm

The party had started and he still hadn't decided if he was going.

There were two things he had learnt from popular culture about Halloween parties.

1.People like him stood in the corner hoping, but failing, to be noticed whilst the popular people had all the fun.

That was a big +1 in the stay right here column... Why go to stand around and hope to be noticed?

Hope that was the killer, hope for acceptance, hope someone took interest in him... not to mention, he was already a square... Missing the biggest party of the term put him firmly in that column.

He knew it would suck not to mention this was against the rules and could lead him to a night in the forbidden forest.

He didn't know though ... Life had been easier this year... Since quidditch and since avery... That bloody enigma itched at him... A riddle he just couldn't work out... Why... Why him and more threateningly what did he want in return?

Perhaps it would be ok.
In his head the argument was a pathetic charade... he knew he was going.... Else why had he sorted a costume.

2.Halloween was about looking sexy not scary

This was an issue, Colin wasn't sure there was an outfit in the wizarding world that could cover his flaws and he wasn't sure he would want to hook up with a girl who was stupid enough to overlook them because he was temporarily dressed as a "sexy cop."

Scratch that beggars couldn't be choosers... But still if your not going to win better to pretend you weren't playing the game in the first place.

As soon as he had heard about the party he had begun thinking about an outfit and it wasn't sexy, the word to describe it was...morbid

It had taken 3 full nights, a trip to the hospital wing and a majorly pissed off Madame Pomfrey to get the spell right; well...he was pretty sure he had it right... Definitely 99% sure he was right. It was all in the wand motion... Yeah he was 90% sure it was right.

Still locked in the bathroom he closed his eyes his voice tremulous as he whispered

"Epitrans lipilucent"

The wand motion was complex and sinuous, a curling knot 5 times descending slowly from head to foot.

He felt a tingling in his skin and held his breath as he opened his eyes.

His scream rattled the bathroom windows even as his bleach bone skull screamed back out of the mirror

"Bonehead move their dear" whispered the mirror wearily
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7th Floor corridor

Even as he padded through the deserted corridors hooded and cloaked every fleeting glance of his feet sent shivers down his spine.

Through the shock he felt wonder. He could feel his skin, feel the nerve endings in his feet reacting to the cold floor but he couldn't see them. Skin and fat looked like it had been stripped away leaving bone beneath.

Looking down through his cloak he could see his heart racing, thundering powerfully in his chest. It had worked, it had actually worked.. his skin was invisible.

He couldn't help but laugh. He was a walking skeleton. Definitely not sexy but anyone that looked close enough would realise the enormity of what he had done.

The fact that he had made the spell himself would remain a secret, a secret that made his translucent cheeks glow with pride. Gripping his scythe in one hand he gathered the cloak round him before turning the corner

Death was coming to party

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Room of Requirement

Inside was incredible.... a true upmarket London bar, booths and plush fixtures, tantalising wafts of steam drawing him in above plates piled high with food, so realistic Colin half expected to find his father on a bar stool enthusiastically chatting with a man who claimed he had jinxed his ferret to crap candy.

He gave a wan smile... No only teenagers, celebrating their youth rebellion in their natural way.

Like twats.
Death had suddenly remembered why he didn't come to parties.

Colin slid into the room just as things were kicking off. A class 1 nobwad was pulling himself onto a table and Colin could smell the shitstorm coming a mile away as he pulled out a rag of his own creation, his smug face breaking into it's usual self satisfied simper as he began to play the game called.... me... me it's all about me.

Garaile Scriven was a loathsome creature and Colin was a supporting cast member in his tawdry rag his almost annual pieces typically beginning with

"Renowned dunce Colin Aiken"

The piece had mortified Colin in his third year who having studied near constantly for 3 weeks prior to the exams and received top marks returned after the vaction to find his name shredded, branded a cheat and a liar. It had shattered him, broken him down to the very core and even now he still felt a hot bubbling anger when looking at Scriven.

If he hadn't hated him, he would have admired Scriven's game, it was perfectly formulated so only he could win

Step 1- print trash
Step 2- offer a chance to respond
Step 3- if he replies denying it advise that such vehement denials are blatantly a desperate attempt to avoid being found out
if he ignores you advise his ignoring you is a blatant admission of guilt...
if he punches your face in...well you've got next months headline... a valiant reporter struck down in his quest for the "truth.

Colin had found that the best way to deal with him was ignore him completely, if you couldn't win don't bother playing the game plus he had a feeling that Garaile's true fix was the reaction, the sensations he created. The fact that he came back every year cast doubt on that theory but it was less effort that way not to mention he had discovered the people who really took Garaile's trash and ran with it were people who already didn't like him. No loss there.

Today his target was a cross between mould and a vampire, recently outed "dhampir" Jayden Dragosomething. He didn't know the guy beyond his reputation, but from the stormy gloom to his face it looked like someone was about to get punched. For once Colin was a step ahead of the game as Garaille hit the table and the damp vampire pounced, a predatory swoop that made Colin take a step backwards. He heard bones crack and a loud high scream sliced through the room, piercing and shrill.

Lethal and temperamental... a dangerous combination.

Others got involved, a jinx flew, a bowl of punch flew but Colin had lost interest.

Even as someone yelled above the repetitive clapping of hands and the immature echo of "fight fight fight", Colin turned away remember the final thing he knew about parties
this gem of wisdom from his father when a few to the wind in a flavourful old wizarding pub in Exeter.

"if you want to enjoy a party find yourself a quiet corner, an interesting person and most importantly bring your own booze"


Good advice it transpired and he knew just where to look
Putting down the bottles he had been hiding under his cloak , he placed himself against the wall next to Averill as he cracked one open (a neat trick with a skirting board; another thing his father had taught him under the general purview of... this is awesome but don't tell ya mother) and raising a silent toast to his absent father

Taking a long swig he opened the conversation with a hypothetical

"You know why I hate parties?"

he didn't give Averill a chance to open his mouth... it was a fucking hypothetical

"The people that really enjoy parties are the people that think not being able to remember is a triumph... that waking up in your own vomit is hilarious"

he paused, a second swig...

He reached down and proffered a bottle to the boy leaning next to him

"so why are we here?"



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Characters interacted with
Averill Trevallian @firejay1

Characters mentioned

Averill Trevallian @firejay1
Garaile Scriven @Wishful Nemo
Jayden Dragomir @Wicked

 

[firejay1]

♣ Room of Requirement - Hall Outside ♣​

Bell was flustered. It didn't seem to be the kind of flustered that came from her showing too much skin, more like the kind of flustered one would have holding a newborn infant for the first time. He tried a compliment, "I believe you would put all other bananas to shame with your smile." An obvious failure that sent her into hysterical giggles, such that she barely heard his stammered explanation. As he brought his hand to her back, she heard an audible gulp from him and looked up at him to see his face redden slightly. Oh, she'd forgotten all about the dress. Somewhere between embarrassed and amused, the half-mer made an odd little laugh. "If- If it gets too awkward just let me know, alright?" More giggles. He was obviously feeling a great deal more awkward than she was, barely meeting her eyes. The two of them started out possibly the most awkward pair on the dance floor, their steps slow and out of sync with both each other and the music. Stella was staring at her feet intently, like they held some kind of secret to the universe, and she got the distinct sense that Bell was doing the same. Every time he looked up, he tripped or stepped on her feet and had to apologize. Two left feet. Laughter was really her default when she was talking to Bell, and now, it seemed, when she was dancing with him. She looked up as he suggested she try stepping on top of his feet. Hers were certainly small enough, but that boy really didn't know anything about heels if he thought it would be easier trying to balance on top of his feet as well as on her own. "No, no, I'm fine." She said, smiling, but he was still staring at his feet and probably couldn't see her expression. "Really, Bell, you don't have to worry so much. I've been walking on this earth just as long as you have."

They made a turn, and suddenly, her gaze caught that of a pair of silver eyes watching her intensely. The instant their eyes met, though, the blood drained from his face as if it had been sucked out, his expression looking downright sick. She knew what he was remembering. It wasn't like she could forget it. Even if it hadn't been only three days ago, the night of this particular full moon wouldn't be forgotten that easily...

Stella had chosen a muggle book from the "science fiction" genre tonight, called Sky Fire, an odd story about spaceship heists. She was never sure if he'd read such things before, since most of the time they spent together she talked and he occasionally snuffled or growled, but she'd heard that the Lockett family was pureblood, and figured he wouldn't have had much exposure to muggle fiction. She tried to read in an animated fashion, giving each character different voices and occasionally looking up and waving her arms in the air for emphasis.

"Sandra spoke into her earpiece, "It's ready. I've got it." There was no point whispering anymore as the man who-" She was suddenly interrupted by the sound of a growl splitting the air. She glanced up at Lockett absent-mindedly, then paused and stared.

He looked… odd. The wolf she'd long considered a friend had his dark eyes, devoid of all the emotions she'd come to recognize in them, trained on her. His teeth were bared, and his hackles raised. He was looking at her like she was an enemy…. No, he was looking at her like she was prey. "Lockett? Are you okay?" Concern tinged her voice, and she closed the book gingerly placing it on the desk she was sitting on. He didn't respond like usual. He scratched his claws against the floor, and she hopped off of the desk. For the first time since she'd met him, she felt awkward and uncomfortable… almost afraid, even. "Lock-?" Suddenly, he jerked forward, and she scrambled backwards, yelping as she felt her back hit the door.

He stopped as abruptly as he'd begun, shaking his head slightly, shaking… something off. The wolf looked up at her again, and she saw, mirrored in his eyes, just as she'd seen five years ago, the same fear in her eyes, only this time they were afraid of the same thing: him. His eyes kept doing something odd, switching between feral and afraid. He shook his head again, fighting it off, and gave her another serious stare. She got the message. Breathing hard, she grasped the doorknob and yanked the door open, propelling herself backwards out of the room. She managed to slam the door shut behind her, but fell in the process, the pain of her backside hitting the cold marble floor inconsequential compared to the shock she'd just received. Without pausing to think, she jumped up and began hurtling through the hallways, navigating through the familiar corridors without really seeing them. Her lungs burned, her legs ached, and her head spun. The walls seemed to be closing in around her, trying to trap her inside. She was too stunned to think, too stunned to process what had happened. She was too stunned to breathe.

When she finally reached the dorms and slipped into her bed, she stared up at the window set high into the opposite wall. The curtain was open, and she thought she could see a bit of the full moon, staring down at her enigmatically, beautiful but cold. The reality of the situation hit her like a bucket of ice cold water and Stella buried her head in her pillow and began to cry, silent tears wetting the soft material. The only thing was, she wasn't sure if she was crying because she was still a little afraid of what could have just happened, or if she was crying because that look of his was burned into her mind - that look that had said it all.

She blinked away the memory, seeing her friend do the same, though much more violently. Lockett.... Stella often gave her closest friends nicknames. Most people she addressed by their last names, and if that was too long, a shortened form of it, but besides Bell – what better way was there to address the happy bell? – those who'd been close to her since third year all had some little nickname of their own. But, as he was in most things, Lockett was different. He was the second friend she'd made in Hogwarts, and one she had told nearly everything about herself, but she still just addressed him impersonally as Lockett. A small, almost unwilling smirk of irony touched her lips. What did she know about Lockett? He was a pureblood, and flirted with just about everything that moved. That was all, really. She couldn't have told you anything about what he liked to do in his spare time, or what he believed in - if he even really remembered her when he was a human. She couldn't really say she knew anything about him. But then again, she knew that he was an attentive listener, and a terribly gentle friend. She knew that he liked it when she scratched behind his ears or snuggled up against him for a nap, but that he whined and sulked like a child whenever she brewed a strong-smelling potion. She knew that he was grateful to have anyone at all there for him during the lonely full moon, even if he never said a thing about it, and she knew, by heart, the cruel pattern his scars carved onto his back. The thing was, to her all of that was what made him her friend. That gentle black wolf with the expressive eyes and the funny little snuffling laugh was the real Lockett. And the suave, flirtatious boy she occasionally passed in the hallways? He was the imposter. He was the fake. She didn't know anything about him at all. She suspected he'd be upset if he ever found that out, so she'd never said a word about it to him, but after what had happened a few days ago, she wasn't sure what would become of their friendship. She wasn't sure if she should still go when the next full moon came around, but if he told her that she shouldn't, that she should stay away… if that boy became Lockett all the time…. She shook her head slightly, not sure what to think.

He gave her a wan smile and a wink and the blonde girl straight out scowled. She hated it when people gave her that "I'm really wounded right now, but I don't want you to know so I'm going to waste my energy on this stupid expression we both know doesn't fool anyone" face. Before she could react, however, he'd turned around and began moving. He wasn't flat out running, but still he struggled through the crowd like a hunted animal.

One hand drifting off of Bell's shoulder, she started forward and began calling out, "Lo-" but then all hell broke loose. Up Scriven went with a great deal of noise, and then down Scriven went, again with a great deal of noise. Stella had fully let go of Bell, at this point, almost forgetting he was there as she stared at the strange proceedings. "What-" Sabrina Gallagher answered her unfinished question.

"Bravo! Wonderful, absolutely wonderful. How did you all enjoy the performance? Really realistic was it not?" Her claps echoed in the suddenly silent crowd, confusion settling over everyone. "Let's give a hand to our brilliant actors shall we?" Was that really just a performance? Stella felt herself relax, cheering up slightly. Of course it was, there was no way there could have really been a fight like that, even if it really was Scriven and Ever going at it. "Nothing like some brutal drama to scare us to the bone and get us in the Halloween spirit right? Take a bow ladies and gentlemen, this was an exquisite performance, truly. So without further ado, let's continue to enjoy this party!" She clapped along for a bit, but then something hit her.

Stella had grown up in a very much British home, and identified little with the Bulgarian part of her heritage, but Grandpa Andrei had always said that if nothing else, one should know how to swear in another language, and had taught all three of the Prince children exactly how to do that, much to the horror of their mother. As such, while normally she wouldn't have understood a word, she remembered some of the things Ever had just said. The stuff she had understood were things you only spat out when you were really angry, stuff her mother would've slapped her for saying, and if he were saying it for an audience, wouldn't he have said it in a language they understood? No, if this was a performance staged by Gallagher, at the very least Ever hadn't been in on the joke. Her good cheer was gone and the worries she'd forgotten moments ago came flooding back. She turned back to Bell, not wanting to ditch him without notice, but... her little wolf problem needed attending to. She couldn't just ignore the way Lockett had fled the room after barely meeting her eyes. She looked her leprechaun-ish friend straight in the eyes and very honestly said, "Bell, I'm sorry to do this to you, but I need to go take care of something serious. Don't worry about me and just continue to enjoy your evening, okay?" Without giving him a chance to respond, she yanked off her high heels and ran off of the dance floor.

Pushing her way through the oddly euphoric crowd, she burst out of the door, shoes still in her hands. "Locke-" She failed to finish his name for the second time in so many minutes, as she saw him collapsed next to a suit of armor nearby, looking physically ill. "Lockett!" She was next to him in a flash, worry permeating every bit of her body language. Even if he wasn't a wolf right now, he was still, somehow, her friend. "Are you alright? What is going on with you?" Exasperation made its way into the mix of her emotions. Really, what was going on? First the strange loss of human consciousness and now this. Had someone poisoned his Wolfsbane Potion or something? It struck her yet again how little she really knew him. She didn't know if she should call Madam Pomfrey, or if someone else had to take care of him in times like these. The Hufflepuff propped him up, one arm around his back, which felt so small now, so different from the stolid warmth that she associated with it. She couldn't feel his scars either, trace them like she usually did. It made her uneasy, and she was already unsure, so she sat there, one arm around him, feeling as helpless as a baby.

Characters interacted with:
Felix Bell - @Ritual Lobotomy
Sethen Lockett - @Namora

Characters mentioned:
Garaile Scriven - @WishfulNemo
Jayden Everdragomir - @Wicked
Sabrina Gallagher - @Misaou

 

[Strayed]

[Room of Requirement]​

Jack Sullivan thinks fast. When the adrenaline hits, it's as if everything around him plays out in slow-motion. One instance, an audible snap was heard as the half-vampire actually went through with breaking the poor dude's hand. The weasel's amplified cry of agony reverberated through the room as Sullivan launched his spell in less than a half-second. The next instance, he watched as his quick spell cast was absorbed by the Asian babe contorting her arm like a freaking propeller blade. He knew a thing or two about reaction speed and whatever magic she had going on with her weird bracelet right there was just cheating. With protection like that near by, how did a puff of flame even manage to get close to that psycho yesterday? Was this chick not there or was she dozing off?


"Try that again, Rougie, and you'll regret it."

She was addressing him. Rou-what? And a threat too? Sullivan would've smiled at that under different circumstances. He had heard people say stupid shit at inappropriate times, but that one was pretty disgraceful. She just assisted in the assault of another student and now she was threatening the guy who, you know, wanted to stop the horror show happening on the buffet table right now! He kept his wand trained on her chest. Dad always said you gotta aim for center mass.

At that moment, the Asian babe's eyes caught someone else and she flung a punch bowl at them non-verbally, but even a non-verbal spell required time. Sullivan had an opening to shoot her right then, during the active portion of her spell cast. But honestly, he didn't want this to turn into another fight, he didn't come to this party to duke it out with degenerates. He needed to get past this bitch in a timely manner and get the weasel guy some much needed medical attention.

"You know, this was not how I imagined the evening would go, I just wanted a glass of pumpkin juice and something sweet to snack on...." That comment was cringe-worthy and Sullivan found himself somewhat regretting not blasting the crap out of her a moment ago. What a lovely thing to say after just letting a guy get his bones smashed in public. And with that mocking tone too! Sullivan was thoroughly disgusted. But this was the same chick that he found violently carving up a tree yesterday. She probably had some serious issues.

"Somehow, I sorta figured bloodcurdling screams of anguish would whet your appetite." He retorted coldly, his tone lacking its typical warmth and good humor.

And just then, a petite girl stepped in front of him. He didn't take his eyes off the target, but it wasn't hard to tell who it was off his peripheral vision and her scared voice which called out the names of the boys ahead. It was that girl who had as much sense of personal space as he did, Maia something or another. From what Sullivan could recall she was a sixth year, a sweet and bubbly little thing. And now she had her arms spread out protectively in front of him. His temper subsided momentarily, he didn't mean for her to get wrapped up in this mess too.

Sullivan could see that the weasel, in his dire state, managed to get in some good hits on the beast that was mauling him and slip out. Good on him, but he was clearly in immense pain. A couple of students caught him and hopefully they could finally get this poor bastard to the nurse already. And now he could hear clapping. What now?

"Bravo! Wonderful, absolutely wonderful." He didn't bother to move his eyes far enough to see whoever was talking, but he did see a lot of fog and some suspicious looking individuals throughout the room accompanying it. This was getting weirder by the second. "How did you all enjoy the performance? Really realistic was it not? Let's give a hand to our brilliant actors shall we?" That's about when he noticed it, the clapping was growing louder as more people joined in. He wasn't sure what kind of spell they were hitting the crowd with. Whatever it was, he wasn't about to let himself or Maia get hit by the damn thing but he wasn't about to make them vulnerable to the girl in front of them either. He raised his wand and muttered, "Protego totalum." Sullivan's charm generated a small disturbance in the air around him and Maia. It wasn't very wide, but the field would be enough to keep himself and Maia safe for a short duration.

"Nothing like some brutal drama to scare us to the bone and get us in the Halloween spirit right? Take a bow ladies and gentlemen, this was an exquisite performance, truly. So without further ado, let's continue to enjoy this party!" The clapping was widespread now and unnatural laughter could be heard along with it. Sullivan supposed that they did it to pacify the crowd, which was smart, but the dissonance it created with the gruesome sight he had just witnessed was really creepy.

He turned his attention back to Maia and the girl with the mechanical arm. He couldn't see Maia's face, but he knew she couldn't have been okay. He could hear it from her earlier. She must have been terrified, and yet here she was doing what she could to protect him. Well, now it was time to do everything he could to protect her. In a moment of tenderness, he quietly said, "It's okay, Maia." He placed his left hand on her shoulder reassuringly, before gently nudging by her. Jack Sullivan wasn't intimidated and he wasn't going to back down. After all, he was the guy who aimed to chase after monsters for a living. He was too crazy to be scared. Without an ounce of hesitation, he spoke out to the Asian girl in a voice that carried its usual confidence and articulation, but now also carried anger.

"I suggest you put away your wand now and end this stupidity." He tilted his head down and glared directly into the girl's eyes. "If you want to carve me up for trying to stop that horror show over there, fine. Go ahead and try for it somewhere else. But if you or that psycho harm another student while I'm around, I don't care who you think you are. I'll gut you."

Now that was an exaggeration. Probably. But it captured his emotions at the moment and it sounded a lot neater than I'll immolate your boyfriend's soft tissue off with an incendiary device, since it rolled off the tongue much better. Also, as crazy as these people were, they wouldn't do anything that would warrant anything that extreme. Probably.

He kept his wand readied and took a defensive stance, his senses were as sharp as ever. Hopefully, this was the end of the violence and everything would resolve itself now that the weasel had slipped away. But with Maia still in harm's reach and with what he just saw these people do, he was prepared for the worst. Maybe Stella's evening was going better. Where was that sexy banana anyway?



Characters mentioned:
@firejay1 - Maia Alvey and Stella Prince
@Namory - Kiyoko Oshiro
@Wicked - Jayden Everdragomir
@Misaou - Sabrina Gallagher
@WishfulNemo - Garaile Scriven​

 

[firejay1]

♠ Room of Requirement ♠​

Avery had officially decided that today was going to be yet another "observe the humans of the school" day. Few people ever really bothered to talk to him, so he was mostly left alone, sipping his water silently by himself in the corner. Now that he'd stopped trying to be relaxed, he was watching actively, hoarding information like a squirrel hoards nuts before the winter comes. This instantly took his mind off of any boredom he'd been experiencing, as it was quite a task trying to remember and process everything he saw. He'd been doing this for quite some time, when the sound of Garaile's voice ricocheted around the room. He looked up as his fellow Slytherin began recanting, to the entire room, his most recent Weasel article. Averill was an avid reader of the Weasel. While he refused to join in on the jeering some people did after reading the inflammatory articles, he believed that any news column, any form of gossip really, had a grain of truth in it. In this case, however, he highly doubted Jayden Everdragomir was threatening Kiyoko Oshiro. As a matter of fact, it was his opinion that anyone who bothered looking at the two of them together could tell if nothing else they certainly liked each other.

As if to exemplify this point, the first person to move was not the Bulgarian dragon, but Ms. Oshiro. Avery was pretty much as far as it got from the whole affair, as he stayed sticking to the wall, but he jerked forward as the pretty Asian girl dragged the weasel off of his little platform. Oh dear.... Before he could even get to the heart of the crowd, however, other people began intervening. Jack Sullivan, Gryffindor fifth year prefect, was the first to move. Then, to his surprise, little Maia Alvey also jumped into the fray. The two boys on top of the table were being surprisingly calm, only taking a couple swings at each other before stopping themselves from taking it any further. It wasn't like they weren't being aggressive, but it could be worse. He retreated back to his spot on the wall. He wasn't needed. Others were handling the situation. The host of the night punctuated that sentiment by wrapping the entire situation neatly with a little bow. Cleverly done, cleverly done indeed. As Avery listened to her, he could feel an odd sense of good cheer settling over him, almost like he were slightly intoxicated. One side of his mouth twitched upwards slightly, then Colin Aiken appeared, looking terrifying and sounding like a 30 year old man, trying to drink away his mid-life crisis.

The taller boy did not look like he was having a good time. "You know why I hate parties? The people that really enjoy parties are the people that think not being able to remember is a triumph... that waking up in your own vomit is hilarious." Avery gave Colin a neutral look, not because he was hiding something, but because right at that moment he had no idea how to respond to that statement. Did the boy even want a response? He watched as Colin took another swing from the bottle he was carrying, oddly fascinated by the fact that it didn't show up trickling down the skeleton's exposed bones. How long had he been drinking that? "So why are we here?" He looked down as he saw a bottle being offered to him. He took the bottle, but placed it on a ledge next to him. He didn't have to be perfectly polite right now, and he really didn't want to drink.

"Well, I came to see if it might not be kind of fun going to a party." Avery didn't go to parties of this kind much, so Colin's general evaluation of them was something of a surprise. It had been his understanding that parties often included alcohol, but could be conducted just fine without it, as well. And certainly, the other kid didn't seem to be looking to stay away from the drink himself. "So why are you here, Colin?" He asked, smiling slightly, not at all being hostile. "That is an excellent costume, by the way. I wouldn't have recognized you at all if you hadn't spoken." What was there to recognize? He might observe people a great deal, but he hadn't reached the point where he could tell who they were purely through skeletal structure. He really should have studied recognizing people's gaits and speech patterns a bit more, but he wasn't superman, there was only so much he could practice doing, honestly speaking. He resolved to study speech patterns more in the future, but skeletal structure was a lost cause. Oh well, it was a good chance to see the the human skeleton in action. He gave Colin a nonchalant once-over, trying to take note of the way it shifted whenever he moved.

Characters interacted with:
Colin Aiken - @the crafty pig

 

[Ritual Lobotomy]

Room of Requirement

The sound of Stella's giggle, forced out a stupid grin on his face. At least she found it all so funny. He couldn't ask for more at that point. "Really, Bell, you don't have to worry so much. I've been walking on this earth just as long as you have." He lifted his head and nodded determinently. "O-of course! But you know... bad things can happen anywhere, any time and... you know." Did she know? Did his tiny banana dancing partner really knew what he was blabbering about? He sighed and chuckled. "You know what? Enough of that." He had just enough courage to move faster for a moment before his brain ordered his long clumsy legs to pay attention as the brain itself did something completely different other than thinking about what supposed to be dance moves. 'Bad things can happen anywhere, anytime' lingered omewhere in the back of his mind and it made his stomach full of something that resembled to a bunch of rabid mice, punching their way through his guts. He frowned lightly, excluding his surroundings for a moment to listen to his raging guts. The first time it happened, he paid close to no attention to it. Few other times, he began to wonder if it really happened only in certaint times. After it happened the night he had lost his sister, he believed it was more than just a gut feeling. At least it was more to him. Tonight, it happened again, and almost on a command, his brain went into a hyper mode. Everything just went smoothly. Too smoothly. But what could possibly go wrong? He looked around over numerous pleased faces of students that had a good time. Yes. What could possibly go wrong? The music was playing at it's normal pace and even if something significant happened in the meantime, he was too busy preventing foot injuries to notice it at all. He smiled nervously. "Um, seems that everyone's having a blast, yes?" It was more of a comforting question to his own conciousness, than an attempt of resuming conversation with the cute dancing banana. Dickory peeked out of his hair first, somewhat disturbed by Felix's sudden mood change, followed by other three mice. They quickly sniffed around and pulled back, whining slightly, when another wave of nervousness struck their slender owner. "I do not know why, but you better cut this crap because all is fine. Just peachy. Aaaall is juuust fine."

"Ladies and gentlemen!" The amplified sound of the troublemaker's voice echoed through the room, interrupting all the conversations and putting the music in the second plan. Following the example, Felix stopped in place, still holding miss Stella against him in a dancing position. "Nothing is fine, nothing is fine..." His mind kept chanting. After all, one didn't even need a sixth sense to know that Garaile Scriven was a synonym for trouble and wherever he would appear it meant business. The guy was standing proudly and determinently on one of the tables, towering over other students as much as he could with his insufficient height. "Hear me on! I shall now read you all a story that should be familiar to all!" Felix looked around quickly. Nobody seemed to have a single clue about what Garaile was saying. The boy knew how to keep attention for just enough to actually get his listeners interested in what he had to say. It was the ability that was for sure bolded in his CV. He was the Weasel alright. A major one. He took out a folded piece of paper and grinned. "To all my loyal readers, thank you for taking the effort to listen to me. To these who haven't... You will thank me later." Felix winced and mumbled to himself. "No we won't. We most certainly won't..." Knowing Garaile, there was nothing good coming out of it. Even so, he couldn't help his curiosity, so he listened carefully.

"Shocking: Is Jayden Everdragomir threatening girls into dating him?" The what now? Felix cocked his eyebrow in a visible confusion. His lips wanted to burst out laughing to the stupidity Garaile was saying, but his guts now rumbled even harder. He managed to let out a omewhat nervous chuckle. "Look at this sucker eh." He was sure as hell that what the idiot was saying would be of no big deal to anyone in the room. ESPECIALLY not the protagonists of his scandalous story; Kiyoko and Jayden. After all, it was the Weasel. How serious could they even take it? They all knew how much he enoyed to provoke. Any reaction would simply encourage him. But after he glared around the room, his smile faded and he pressed his lips together, hard enough that they turned white. He had forgotten that being tipsy to him meant being drunk to others in the room. As they started reacting to the story, Felix realised how much of savages they could be while choosing their words carefully to adress Kyioko and Jayden in the worst possible way they could think of. He held on to Stella firmer, refusing to alert her, even though, she seemed to be quite absent. He didn't want to leave her alone. "No, no he is not." Kyoko growled all of a sudden. He failed to see the moment when she managed to push her way through the crowd and grab Garaile's legs, pulling hard. Usually, he would for sure burst out laughing, but now there was something about her he didn't like at all. Something that he felt before but never dared to ask. Now it escallated in an explosive anger towards the Weasel. Garaile slammed against the table hard, letting out a lout shriek that seemed to get Stella back to her senses and he was able to let her go. He moved more towards the happening and glared in disbelief. "No, no, no, don't do that..." He tapped his foot nervously. She should have known better. They all should have known better. One of the students beside him commented firecly against Everdragomir's assumed antics from the story and a vein on mister Bell's temple started pulsing. He was mad. Really mad. Jayden may not be someone who he would consider a close friend or even a friend at all, mainly cause the Slytherin never showed any interest in it. However, if there was one thing Bell was fierce about, it was justice. And what was going on, the overall public linch with words was anything but just. The guy's annoying drunken laughter pushed it over the top and Felix frowned. His mice squeaked somewher in his ruffled hair as he reached out and pushed the guy angrily, causing the domino effect that transfered to his noisy friends. They squealed like wounded mice and looked up at him, surprised. "Shut up. Shut your MOUTH!" People around, glared at the usually happy lad that now stood uptight with his face deeply frowned, his hair color back to normal and no sign of his silly beard. For Felix Bell, party was over.

But even though he tried, soon he realised that silencing the crowd came in too late. Slytherin lost it and he knew it. The boy was staring at his prey, ready to tear him apart. Nobody did anything. Nobody had a chance to react before the raven haired guy charged and threw Garaile back down, breaking the boy's nose as if it was nothing. He then mumbled something to Scriven, grabbing his hand. He wouldn't do that now, would he? "Oh fuck..." He managed to pant out as a cracking sound could be heard over the exited chanting of the croud. It was certain that Garaile's wrist was a mess and the boy screamed loud and sent chills down Felix's spine. "Stop that." He said first quietly, then louder, trying to yell over the croud. "Stop that damn it!" But there was no use. Suffocating crowd of amused savages prevented any attempt of resolving it with words...or common sense. "Shit!" He slammed his foot on the ground, frustrated. He wasn't the one to say who was bad or not but he was certain that he would never allow anyone to get hurt and laugh about it. No matter who started it. He sustained his urge to grab his wand as he got more frustrated by the fact that Kiyoko and Jayden enjoyed it. They seemed to be having a blast. Fucking blast that they shouldn't be having. He felt a sudden disgust towards all three of them. Utter and unexplainable disgust. He was glad that someone in the room thought the same and he nodded approvingly as the perfect that was still to his senses, reached for the wand in the atempt to end it. Jack Sullivan faced Kiyoko, demanding the end of madness and if they knew or were still aware of what was good for them, they would end it that instant. Somewhat, he was grateful that Garaile pulled out of it like a coward he was. He knew when he had no chance and at that point, he could only get himself killed. He barely noticed that Stella was by his side when the host of the evening stepped forward...clapping? She was clapping. Delighted, loud clap.

"Bravo! Wonderful, absolutely wonderful. How did you all enjoy the performance? Really realistic, was it not?" It was settled, Sabrina Gallagher was finally out of her mind. "Let's give a hand to our brilliant actors shall we?" Felix sighed, highly annoyed. He approached in a second, as Sabrina held her speech, trying not to alert delighted crowd. "Nothing like some brutal drama to scare us to the bone and get us in the Halloween spirit right? Take a bow ladies and gentlemen, this was an exquisite performance, truly. So without further ado, let's continue to enjoy this party!" Felix reached for a napking from the table behind Sabrina and smirking Jayden, snatching it and mumbling to her angrily, something he was certain he would never say to Sabrina Gallagher if he wasn't as pissed as he was at that moment when everything went to a decent pile of horse shit. "Indeed. Do give them a hand when they are expelled as well. I am sure acting academy will be delighted to have them." Without waiting for her response, he pulled back into the crowd, carying the napkin. He returned to where he had left his dancing partner. "I am sorry. I had to..." He was somewhat relieved when she interrupted him. "Bell, I'm so sorry to do this to you, but I need to go take care of something serious. Don't worry about me and just continue to enjoy your evening, okay?" Yeah. Enjoy. As if nothing happened. Cause that is what they were all going to do. Isn't that right? She went away before he said a word. He had only hoped she would be just fine.

***

"I can handle this. Move." The two students that were supporting Garaile protested lightly and Felix sighed, annoyed. "I said. I. Can. Handle it." Either something in his eyes or his glare, made students pull back as he towered above Garaile. It was obvious it wouldn't work. The guy couldn't walk at all and they risked hurting him more. Bell kneeled down and wiped the bloody trail under Garaile's broken nose. Mixed emotions gave him a decent headache. On one hand, he believed as all would, that Garaile got what he deserved. He was surprised it didn't happened way before. On the other hand, seeing him like that made him somewhat sad. He stood no chance against Jayden. Not a single one. He was not naive. Oh no. But even so, he needed to be treated correctly from what he had deserved. Somewhat drunk students, couldn't possibly do so. It was clear to him that there was nothing heroic in what happened. Nothing at all. His mood went quickly from angry to empathic as he carefully picked up Garaile and placed him on his back, piggyback way. The blood from the Weasle's nose dripped on his costume, but he never paid closer attention to it. It wasn't worth of bother. Grapping him nicely and securing his position, Felix carried him out of the room without bouncing him too hard. He chuckled lightly to break the tension. "Not going to ask you if you approve of this or not because I know you would rather kick my ass and put it on the front page but..." He sighed. "To be honest with you, I really couldn't give less shit." Felix got used to being the weird one and being the weird one once again didn't bother him at all. He did what was right, and it was only thing that mattered. He moved through the hall and towards the infirmary with a Slytherin on his back. He wanted to get out of there anyway. Along the way he thought about what would happen to Everdragomir after this. It seemed no good no matter how he tried to write a script in his head. It never ended well for Jay. Slytherin was already in the nutshell for what that girl did just yesterday and now this? How stupid could they get anyway? It was an obvious provocation and they have failed the test. On his way out, he could have sworn he caught a glimpse of Stella and...Sethen? He couldn't be sure, his eyes went over the sight too fast. Getting to infirmary was he first priority after all.

@firejay1 - Stella prince
@WishfulNemo - Garaile Scriven
@Wicked - Jayden Everdragomir
@Namora - Kiyoko Oshiro
@Namora - Sethen Lockett
@Misaou - Sabrina Gallagher
@Strayed - Jack Sullivan

(OOC: If I missed out anyone I am sorry ;3;)​

 

[Nemopedia]

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Something definitely was wrong with Sera and August was certain that it was the same thing that had influenced Romeo earlier. Cutting the male off with a slur August stared at the girl with a pensive look. This is already looking bad, he thought, taking a step back from the girl who was giggling suspiciously. She wasn't listening to anything he had said earlier. Instead she moved forward and put a hand to his chest. Gulping at her hand brushing over his skin the Turk took another step back, not liking the 'new' Seraphim in front of him. "You're drunk, Sera," he stated the obvious, but the male had no idea how to react to the drunk Hufflepuff. This was new for him, but he had rather not have this experience. Before he could react properly the girl had already moved away from him however. Leaving him behind at the table as she left for some dancers in the crowd. Frowning a little the Ravenclaw knew that it was a bad idea to have her wander off on herself, but neither did he want a repeat of what had happened just now. Just as he was wondering what he was going to do, protect a friend, or leave them on their own, the male then saw how Seriphim waltzed over to the group of Etienne, Aurelia and Melinda. She wasn't going to… right?

Spinning the girl around Seriphim did exactly what August had feared. Leaning forward into a kiss with the Gryffindor. The foreigner's eyes widened at the sight, wondering if his eyes had fooled him and that it was instead Melinda who had initiated the kiss. It didn't matter though as neither of them seemed to let the other go, which surprised him even further. Didn't Sera like Montgomery? The Ravenclaw had always supported her in her little crush that seemed so fruitless, however at the scene unfolding in front of him the male was sure that there was no Montgomery in the mind of the usual shy Hufflepuff. He knew it was the alcohol that mostly moved her, but the boy also believe that drunks were always more honest and upfront with themselves because of broken mental barriers. Could this mean that the Hufflepuff had actually gotten over her crush? Confused August shook his head. No, certainly that wasn't the reason, he thought. Just because the drunk rule applied to most didn't mean it had to apply to all, he determined to himself with a nod.


He didn't seem to have much time to contemplate on the thought however. A noise appeared behind him making August turn around on his heels. Staring at a Garaile who had climbed on top of a table to announce another one of his 'wonderful' news the Turk shook his head. The piece of misfortune seemed to be eager to trash another student tonight and it was none other than Jayden Everdragomir who was the current target. Rolling his eyes at the Slytherin August was about to ignore the boy, not interested in whatever news he had put in his tabloid and not in the mood to listen to any of his chatter. He had better ways to waste and enjoy his time.

However he quickly changed his mind again when he heard the Weasel gasping, turning around just in time to see the blonde fall down on the table. It was quite the hilarious sight he found and as August scanned the table to see the culprit he found that it was the Japanese student, Kiyoko, that had pulled the Slytherin by his ankle. Again he was surprised to see that Kiyoko had taken action, silently laughing to himself as he realised that Garaile's story was instantly debunked because of her actions. A good feat if he was allowed to express his opinion about it.

His smirk didn't stay long however, faltering as soon as he saw Jayden run over to the table. Using one of the students as a stepping stone the Slytherin leaped over the table, landing on top of Garaile. If August had to believe any of the stories and follow his gut feeling, that could sense the murderous intent Jayden carried, then this was bad news, BAD, spelled in capital letters. Wincing at the impact Jayden's fist made into Garaile's face August regretted that he hadn't left the party earlier. He certainly hadn't come to see such a sight and neither to come and find out that most of his friends were wasted now. Gritting his teeth the foreigner flinched again as he covered his ears, the Weasel letting out an ear-splitting scream as his wrist was wrung by his attacker. Jayden certainly wasn't planning on letting the blonde go easily, as August had expected, but he had never thought that anyone was capable of doing something so cruel.

Why couldn't they act as civil beings and talk it out? Surely August knew that Garaile was far from being civil, but the foreigner had hoped that at least Jayden would set the example for the blonde. Feeling his heart beat in his throat the boy felt agitated at the scene, grabbing hold of his wand as he felt that he had to interfere before worse happened. It didn't seem that he had to do much, however, as another person behind him had already shot out a spell before he could utter anything. Turning around August stared at the familiar flaming red of the fifth year Gryffindor prefect. Heaving a breath the male was grateful that there was someone who could react so fast, but soon found that it was all fruitless as Kiyoko blocked the attack.

It all happened so fast. The girl seemingly only lifted her hand up and the spell disappeared into her wrist, or rather her bracelet. Whatever she had done she had effectively blocked the attack. "Try that again, Rougie, and you'll regret it," the girl threatened the prefect and August stared at her flabbergasted. Asides from the fact that she had just blocked out help and that the party was in chaos, August was intrigued. How had she done that? He knew that now was the worst time to be interested and for his curiosity to stir up, but the boy was curious, interested, excited to start his research about her bracelet this instant. Making a silent promise to himself that he was to quench his thirst for knowledge later the male then returned his mind to focus on the scene at hand. That needed to be solved now and held priority.

"Stop!" another voice called out. Turning back to where the red head was August then found that Maia had jumped into the scene as well. Tears in her eyes as her shoulders were trembling in fear. She seemed eager to help, but had no idea how to. Sucking in a breath August shook his head, deciding that he was to ignore the girl for now and the rest as there were more pressing matters to attend. Too much was happening at once and the Ravenclaw was having a hard time not to give his attention to everything that happened around him. The sour comment the Japanese made and fell in wrong soil was ignored. He trusted them to be wise enough not to start another fight in the room as he stalked over to where he had last seen Garaile and Jayden.

Once he had arrived the Ravenclaw saw that the fight was over. Garaile was sitting on the ground, his expression pale and pained while Jayden spat some blood onto the floor. A feeling of disgust washed over August as he heard the foreign words enter his ears. These were most probably curses the foreigner determined, knowing how easy it was to curse in your own mother tongue when the emotions ran high. It didn't seem that he had to worry though, the Weasel was an idiot, but a survivor. His kind didn't die so fast, besides, the Ravenclaw disliked the male far too much to get near the Slytherin without a good reason to and that good reason at the moment seemed to be caught and handled by others, watching how two students had caught him before he could completely slump down to the floor.

Just then he heard an applause from the other side of the room. Bright eyes shifting to the crowd of students the Turk wondered who in the world was clapping now. However all was explained when the voice of the hostess sounded through the room.

"How did you all enjoy the performance? Really realistic was it not?"

Sucking in another breath August knew better than to believe the story, but found it wise to play along with the act. Of course the host would try to calm down the crowd and this was just her way to do it, he could respect that. At least the fight was over now, so all he really had to do was to make sure that the situation wasn't going out of hands again by playing along. However when the inexplicable reason to laugh rose up inside of him the Ravenclaw was sure something was wrong. He knew that he disliked Garaile a great deal, but never enough to laugh at his misery, or at anyone's misery. Coughing in his hand to cover up the smile that was creeping up his face involuntarily the foreigner wondered what kind of magic she had cast over them. In any case, August couldn't appreciate the way his feelings were commanded.

"Indeed. Do give them a hand when they are expelled as well. I am sure acting academy will be delighted to have them."

It was Felix who was next to make his appearance. Letting go of a scoff, the random feeling of cheerfulness still lingering inside of him, August couldn't help but shake his head at the Hufflepuff. He had to give it to him, the tall Irish lad was too nice of a boy to let this go without helping unbiasedly. It was what August liked the most about Bell, that he didn't let his own malice against Garaile stand in the way to help out. Certainly not what August could or had done himself. Moving out of the way, and pushing a few flustered students with him, the Ravenclaw then made sure that the Hufflepuff got his requested room. He knew that for Felix this was far from a laughing matter, but really, whatever Sabrina had released into the room, it had tampered with August's emotions as the Turk couldn't frown or snap at the moment. "Come, give him some room," August commanded instead, but he didn't sound nearly as stern and stoic as he usually did, a certain humiliation if one asked him.[/fieldbox]

Characters mentioned/involved:
@Azzy 's – Seriphim Brimm
WishfulNemo 's – Melinda Geralds & Garaile Scriven
@Mglo 's – Etienne Stark
@Bakugou 's – Aurelia Faulkner
@Strayed 's – Montgomery Knight & Jack Sullivan
@Namora 's – Kiyoko Oshiro
@Wicked 's – Romeo Cooper & Jayden Everdragomir
@firejay1 's – Maia Alvey
@Misaou 's – Sabrina Gallagher
@Ritual Lobotomy 's – Felix Bell

 

[Nemopedia]

[Hogwarts; Room of Requirement]​

Melinda was still waiting for Etienne's response to resume dancing when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning around a little the shorter girl met face to face with a girl with heterochromic eyes. "You're really pretty…" she hiccuped and Melinda smiled. "My, thank you fox!" she giggled in response, patting her lightly on the shoulder. The Gryffindor didn't know the girl, or at least, she didn't recognise her, but she was happy to chat and get to know the girl a little better if she continued to compliment her. "You look go-"

Just as Melinda was about to return the compliment the fox girl leant over to her, capturing her lips into a kiss. Taken aback for a while the shorter girl stood still, trying to progress what just happened as this was the first time someone else initiated a kiss with her. So far it was always Melinda who started the kiss, but this was a nice change of pace. Besides, it was the first time she was kissing a female as well, feeling how the soft and smooth skin of her face and supple lips brushed against hers. This certainly did feel nice, in a sense. Fluttering her eyes close Melinda leaned closer into the kiss, returning the favour to the unknown fox girl.

The girl broke the kiss off soon though, hearing a noise appearing from the crowd as she was curious to what was happening. Pushing the fox girl away Melinda lifted herself up on her toes, leaning over the shoulder of her partner, as she tried to see what was happening. Much she couldn't see, just a peek of blonde hair that was from Garaile that fell down from whatever he was standing on to tower above the rest. Giggling to herself Melinda lost her balance as she fell into the girl. "My, something exciting is happening," she slurred with half lidded eyes. She was oblivious to whatever was happening in reality, thinking that it was all just fun and giggles like how she felt.

However, when a familiar sound entered her ears, and the agonising scream of the Weasel sounded through the room, Melinda's face paled up. Her feeling of euphoria dying out and sizzling into the familiar feeling of fear and anxiety she had been dwelling in for months. This was the sound of bones snapping, just like how all of the bones snapped in the body of the girl who was crushed by the troll. This was the scream of horror, like the students who had witnessed the whole event happen, and that of her own when she realised that she was responsible for the victim's death. A feeling she had been all too familiar with and it brought Melinda back into reality, sobering her up a little as she gripped her hands tightly around the arms and on the shoulders of her kisser earlier. Where was her happy place that she was in earlier? She was afraid, so very afraid as her ears rung because of the scream and blood pumping through her head. Trying to stabilise her breath the Gryffindor tried to straighten herself up, telling herself that she was brave, that she was what Gryffindor was so proud of. However, the way her heart was beating in her chest, the way the cold sweat was breaking out to her, she felt so far from a true Gryffindor.

Long it didn't take, fortunately, as the noises died out soon and another voice appeared in the crowd. Clear and confident, almost triumphing. "Bravo! Wonderful, absolutely wonderful," the voice said and Melinda recognised it as the blonde who had slapped Regina yesterday, or one of the other dumb lackeys. Widening her eyes a little Melinda turned around, releasing the Hufflepuff from her painful grip as she listened to the hostess of the party. Was this true? Could it be? Relieved Melinda let go of a sigh as she relaxed her shoulders, feeling how the tension was leaving her body.

It was all an act, so she reassured herself. Feeling how her mood lifted up again, growing into a cheer Melinda was overjoyed to hear that this wasn't reality but all an act. How smart, how wonderful! No matter how hard the story was to believe the Gryffindor wanted it to be true, convincing herself of such as she rose her arms up above her head, barely reaching over the heads of her peers. "Bravo! Whooo!" she yelled, cheering as she clapped her hands in excitement. She knew that she was a whole less excited than she acted, but the short girl didn't care. She felt fantastic, euphoric, and this she all showed as she jumped up and down in cheers, applauding loudly for the 'act' they had put up. Just an act, she assured herself.

Characters mentioned/involved:
@Mglo 's – Etienne Stark
@Bakugou 's – Aurelia Faulkner
@Azzy 's – Seriphim Brimm
WishfulNemo 's – Garaile Scriven
@Wicked 's – Jayden Everdragomir
@Misaou 's – Sabrina Gallagher

 

[Mglo]

>Room of Requirement<
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Etienne's mind fumbled with conflicting ideas on how to respond to Melinda and all he could manage to do was adjust his creepy-looking mask, finding some sort of comfort in the fact that his face wasn't visible despite his full knowledge that most people could probably tell it was him. He was also still ashamed of having done that to Aurelia. He wouldn't have minded a stained costume but he was sure girls probably did… especially at a party such as this. Why had he come?!

Thankfully, someone else intervened, saving him from any sort of reply by smacking Melinda right in the face with her lips. Carrot the newt dislodged itself from Etienne's hand and crawled the length of his arm and onto his chest as he usually did. Slowly, just as nimbly as his newt, Etienne attempted to back away from the situation between Melinda and Seriphim, but not before the commotion shifted the mood in the room. From atop most heads, Etienne was able to see the fight clearly. The violence of it made his stomach churn as violence always did. It pulled at him unwillingly, riling him up in a way he always feared. By the time Garaile's hand broke, Etienne felt his heart pumping adrenaline all over his body and he hated it. Desperately he looked down and focused all his anxiety on arranging the trash on the floor with his foot. Organizing little lines according to size and color. Working on the confetti helped calm him down, but not by much as Garaile's amplified screams rang about.

And then it was over. The fight, at least, but not the lingering violence in Etienne's heart. The violence had felt too real and even if it wasn't, it had already infected the half-giant so no manner of claims would convince his body otherwise. The crowd around him seemed to ease as they began to cheer, but the secretly cast Cheering Charm was hardly having an effect on the half-giant. Had he known it was happening, he would have willingly given himself to it just to stop his blood boiling. In fear, he stayed put and continued to organize the bits of trash. He wanted to run. He wanted to go back to his room and hide under his blankets, but he wanted the adrenaline to stop not to feed it.

The cheers rang in his ears and the knowledge that it was over and that nobody was paying attention to him was calming him down. Still, that his body could be so easily riled up by violence was something new to him. How giant-esque of him... but it was here that the Gryffindor in him arose. He was determined to face it and overcome it. It's what a Stark would do.


Characters mentioned:
@WishfulNemo Melinda & Garaile
@Bakugou 's – Aurelia
@Azzy 's – Seriphim Brimm

 

[Namora]

[BCOLOR=transparent][[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent] Ooc: Just kidding. :'DDD Kiyoko is right after! PROMISE![/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent] ][/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent][[/BCOLOR] [BCOLOR=transparent]Hogwarts Castle[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]; 7th Floor Corridor [/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]][/BCOLOR]

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[BCOLOR=transparent]"Locke-" Rang out a familiar voice as he fell to the floor, the voice cried again[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent] "Lockett!"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]The sound of feet slapping the stone floor in a hurry reverberated in his head, his temples were pounding. Then, out of no where Stella was kneeling beside him. For a moment, he could still see the red gouges on her bare shoulders, he pressed himself back farther as if scrounging away from her. He was going to hurt her, it was his fault. She was hurt. As he panicked, reality flickered into existence suddenly, and the dark gleaming crimson faded into nothingness. He let out a shaky breath as he eyes her smooth shoulders.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent] "Are you okay? What is going on with you?" Her sudden speech, and the tone it held was like a stone breaking the surface of a rippleless lake. His eyes suddenly darted over to her face, catching her eyes with his. Unshed tears gleamed, and as her arm wrapped around his back to hold him. He was reminded, by her sudden warmth, of how alone he felt, of how alone he'd always felt until he hadn't been alone anymore. A familiar tall boy came storming past them carrying someone, Sethen paid no attention to them... [/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]Slowly his arm lifted itself, and circled around her, he turned his frame and leaned his forehead against her shoulder, bringing her into a solid hug. The boy just held her there for a moment, ignoring everything and just remaining like that until he spoke, "Stella..."[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]He whispered, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for scaring you." He was shaking again, trembling as he fought back the memory, "I'm sorry, for almost losing it. I'm sorry I almost hurt you."[/BCOLOR]
He took in a quiet breath, suddenly filled with a sense of overwhelming, unspeakable relief as she sat with him then. Just the two of them in perfect, divine silence. He clamped his eyes shut, taking in the moment, and the reality that she was okay. She wasn't infected. She was fine. She wasn't angry, or scared, and if she was, she had come out after him anyway. She came after him anyway...
Quivering lips twisted into a smile, and suddenly he didn't trust his voice, yet... he had one more thing to say. One thing that couldn't wait, and so he risked it as he tightened his embraced just slightly, "Thank you."
And with that, he shoulders began to shake just a little more violently... As his emotions overwhelmed him, he realized that, i[BCOLOR=transparent]t felt so good to hold her. Her smell... remained refreshing, worried, but there was no fear. That was good, because Sethen had come to realize that fear did not suit Stella Prince. He let himself sob dryly for a moment more, before he composed himself with a set of quick set of deep steady breaths and loosened his grip, so that she could escape should she want. He then he sat back with an apologetic smile, [/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]"I love the hair by the way" He laughed weakly.[/BCOLOR]

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[BCOLOR=transparent]Characters Mentioned -[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]@firejay1 - Stella Prince[/BCOLOR]
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[firejay1]

♣ Seventh Floor Corridor ♣​

Lockett looked at her, really looked at her, staring straight at her, and she realized that even as a human there was one thing that stayed the same: his eyes. She could still read them like an open book. His gratitude, his fear, his relief. Silly Lockett. Then, to her surprise, he brought his own arms up and wrapped her tightly into a hug. She stiffened momentarily, shocked by the action. That was... new. He'd never done that before. Not that he could, wolf legs weren't exactly ideal for hugging, but still, it was odd to know that he was hugging her. She relaxed slightly, used to his smell and warmth, even if his body was different from usual. "Stella.." He whispered, a quivering gentleness in his voice. "I'm sorry. I"m so sorry for scaring you." She could feel his body trembling, and was again struck by how fragile he felt, how small. "I'm sorry for almost losing it. I'm sorry I almost hurt you." He couldn't seem to go on, couldn't seem to say anything else, and she couldn't either. It wasn't his fault, she wanted to tell him. And she was just fine, look, she was fine, he hadn't hurt her at all, but it somehow stuck in her throat as her eyes grew suspiciously moist. He pulled her tighter against him and added, "Thank you." Again, this was new, for him to say thank you out loud. Actually, all of it was new. She wasn't used to him being afraid, and she wasn't used to him hugging her, and she most certainly wasn't used to him talking to her. In fact, since that second full moon when she'd caught him still in human form, she could not recall hearing his voice at all.

He was trembling again, this time as if someone were possessing him. She swallowed, failing to speak for a second time. She heard choked sobs from where his forehead was still pressed against her shoulder, but could not find the words to comfort him. What had happened had scared him a great deal more than it had scared her, that was for certain. A little uncertainly, she patted his head, trying to be reassuring, but truly not knowing how to do something like that when he was in this form. The human form was so... awkward, too bony and oddly shaped, and the stiff material of the suit he was wearing made it all the more so. Still, she didn't really want him to let go. It was nice to have someone hug you back for once. As if he were purposefully rebelling against the thought, he released her slightly, leaning away from her again. "I love the hair by the way." He laughed quietly and for a minute, she stared at him, in complete silence, not quite sure how serious he was being. Then, she began to laugh, a laugh that was mixed with relief. Somehow, her laughter turned into tears and she ended up laughing and crying at the same time. She gave him a tight squeeze, as if trying to break his back.

In between the hiccuping giggle-sob things, she told him, "Have I ever told you that when I was little my mother told me green hair would grow out of my nose if I laughed and cried at the same time? So- hiccup if green hair grows out of my nose, it's your fault, got it?" She continued to laugh with the tears streaming down her face, her body shaking with the strange action, and whispered, "Why are you so fucking stupid?" She almost hoped he couldn't hear her, but she knew he could, as her face was right next to his ear, so she added. "Don't you know I'm indestructible?"

Characters interacted with:
Sethen Lockett - @Namora

 

[the crafty pig]

(ooc: quick fyi, relalised a few flaws with my previous idea so got rid of the muscle part... it's just bone and organs you can see now, the spell turns everything else translucent)

Room of requirement

Perhaps he was a little intoxicated, he had left two empty bottles concealed inside suits of armour on his way to the room of requirement, giggling like a 6 year old at the loud belches they emitted in answer.

He looked at the bottle in his hand and was surprised to discover he was midway through his third. Even as Avery took the proffered bottle (and placed it discreetly to one side (the boy was to well mannered for his own good) Colin placed his own on the floor next to him.

First mistake of drinking was some was good so more must be better... you had to resist the urge...when you felt good stop and top yourself up every now and then.

Today he felt an odd sensation... the alcohol was hitting him differently today, perhaps it was the rush of drinking too much too fast?

He felt a little lightheaded but pleasantly so the reds of the booth cushions seemed a little brighter, the world a tad more vivid. His emotions changed fluidly, the anger and irritation that had burned white hot at the fight suddenly mellowed at Avery's words.

He glowed with pride his muscles tensing into a beaming smile but his skull remained the same jaw locking together in a menacing leer. At least one person had noticed him and was evidently impressed.

He began to chatter, babbling a little, still lucid but evidently enthused.

"It's a crazy little spell, turns your skin and muscle translucent, all still there just invisible. I was a bit worried it wouldn't work on hair considering its construction but the wand movement seems to counteract it."

He paused surreptitiously opening the cloak ever so slightly to expose his chest cavity. His beating heart writhing away as if trying to escape the veins that manacled it. His two lungs inflating and deflating in almost magical synchronisation abouve it his trachea vibrating as he drew breath.

"Issue is your organs are all there too which I though might turn more stomachs than heads so I went for the typical death portrayal."

He drew his cloak back around him and settled himself back against the wall his voice suddenly pensive

"I think it could have applications in medical science but...."

He paused again running a hand unconsciously about half an inch over his bleach bone skull

"I don't know much about healing as a whole, perhaps their methods of delving are already more advanced"

Another little pause and for a moment Avery no longer existed, the room was gone and he was alone happily riding the train of his thoughts. Perhaps he should ask Madame Pomfrey or write to St. Mungos, he had seen a book on healing taken out by that girl with her nose 8 feet in the air, stuck up prig had almost knocked him down leaving the library and not even apologised...so rude.

He gave a liitle shake of his head his own lack of manners making him stammer turning back to Avery

"Sorry I'm rambling"

He gave a little chuckle voice as he moved on to Avery's question

"Why am I here? "

The question sent him back to reality as the answer came to him, the dull gloom of the truth hovering above him like a rain cloud

Curious .. suddenly distracted, he was thinking sad thoughts but his mood refused to drop. The more he thought about it the higher his mood rose counteracting his suspicion, a wave of happiness lapping against his mind.

"Just your standard stab in the dark at social acceptance"

Morose sentiments yet his voice sounded bright and breezy. This wasn't booze, booze enhanced your emotions made you more susceptible to sadness yet the sensation was familiar he just couldn't place it.

The fight was breaking up the combatants being pulled or in Scriven's case carried away. Part of Colin wished he felt some glee seeming him cast down but the boy looked haggard and pale, a whimpering wreck.

He felt nothing perhaps knowing a beating would only make the vengeful little prick worse, even so he remembered the scream. A primal noise that seemed to tear through flesh that made his hair stand on end. Yet he was unaffected less than that he was decidedly cheerful

Then it clicked... the familiar sensation.... Exam time charms... cheering charms... I seemed so obvious now he thought about... that's was why Gallagher's parties were so renowned for being totally awesome.

Well he could stop her game... He reached for his wand then froze... even quivering with anger he felt like laughing, like hugging Avery and thanking him for everything he had done for him. It wasn't just him several of the party goers were recovered from the horror and back in full force dancing, laughing, the fight almost forgotten as they relished each others company.

Why spoil that? .. They deserved a little fun once in a while
Maybe he deserved some too.

He was here now it made no sense to be miserable about it and sweet jesus if he didn't just love this song.

Letting go of his wand he turned back to Avery

"Scratch that.... I'm here to have fun"

He stood up from the wall, pulling his cloak around him and moving towards the dancing masses. Stopping a few feet away looking backwards, face still fixed in that gruesome leer but his eyes were glittering.

"You coming?"
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Characters interacted with
Averill Trevallian @firejay1

Characters mentioned

Averill Trevallian @firejay1
Garaile Scriven @Wishful Nemo
Sabrina Gallagher @Misaou

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[Nemopedia]

[Hogwarts; Room of Requirement]

"Bravo! Wonderful, absolutely wonderful. How did you all enjoy the performance? Really realistic was it not? Let's give a hand to our brilliant actors shall we?"

Rina's voice sounded through the room as Garaile half stood and sat, grimacing painfully to the crowd as he raised up his healthy arm, signing a thumbs up. Yeah, sure, if she wanted to paint it off as an act now she may, however, the Weasel was determined to have a new paper released tomorrow in which Jay wasn't going to avoid his demise. There was no way that the journalist was planning on letting his fellow Slytherin go so easily, determined to have him as a cast out to the school. If anything this would later serve as a fearful reminder to the students on how the half breeds stuck up for each other to beat a student to blood. He was sorry that he had to bring Sabrina down as well, however the male had no room for sympathies.

The crowd erupted out into cheers after the announcement, seemingly taking in the story that the half-veela told them. Somewhere in the crowd he could hear a female's voice, loudly cheering and applauding for them. Stupid, Garaile thought, but did nothing to throw it over. He was in too much pain for it anyway and when the cheering spell was cast he could feel himself growing more cheerful as well. How morbid, to be laughing over broken bones, but it was exactly what the Weasel did as he giggled lightly to himself. This was all so sad, so desperate and awful, yet he felt the need to laugh. His shoulders painfully shaking as he winced again. No, this was certainly unpleasant.

"I can handle this. Move."

Another busybody seemed to be coming through the crowd, growling and snarling at the students who were still holding him up. Stopping his fit of giggles the boy looked up to Felix, another wry smile appearing over his face as he let himself be lifted up. "Come give him some room," another voice spoke, laced with a slight accent and the students parted to make way. Why the Hufflepuff was so desperate help the Slytherin on his own was beyond the journalist, but he didn't care who it was that helped him, and how he would get to the infirmary. As long as they were careful about his wrist, got him lapped up, and gave him some space so that he could write, the boy wasn't going to complain.

Sighing to himself Garaile tried to make himself comfortable in Felix's arm, shielding his right arm off with his torso as to protect it. At least he could laze around now, seeing how he didn't have to use his own strength or legs to move. The Irish lad had become his legs and ride now. He trusted the Hufflepuff to do his job well. Satisfied, Garaile closed his eyes, shutting the world out of his mind as he went to organise the events of today. Now that was one job he didn't trust to anyone else but him.​

Characters mentioned/involved:
@Misaou 's - Sabrina Gallagher
@Wicked 's - Jayden Everdragomir
@Ritual Lobotomy 's - Felix Bell
WishfulNemo 's - August Yilmaz
Ooc: And Garaile is out for this chapter! :D

 

[Faust]

[glow=white]|Room of Requirement|[/glow]

Lucas didn't have to mope around for too long before a much shorter girl, dressed up as a Succubus, approached him. Much like most of the other female dresses, this dress she'd picked was of the more revealing sort. Either way, Luke quickly recognized the girl as Crissy Fairlie, some one he was rather wary of. He couldn't quite put a finger on the reason behind it, but she simply creeped him out. Now wasn't much better either, but he supposed all that alcohol in his veins made him care less. And even if he did care, he definitely wasn't in a very sociable mood... she picked a bad moment if she intended to have a chat. Once the girl arrived, she offered a chalice full of pumpkin juice. Luke already knew that it'd been spiked, but he's already way past his first drink. So he took the chalice, but refrained from drinking its contents... at least for now. "Hey...I saw what happened back there..." She spoke in a soft voice, almost apologetic even. "I guess it's kind of a shitty night for the both of us, huh?" She added and let out a small, nervous laugh. Luke answered with a scoff, making any effort in being nice was too much of a bore for him. "Yeah, no shit." He thought. It would've been better if Crissy just walked away, left him alone to his own misery for a while... but he sort of felt that he needed someone to talk to, just to ease his mind a little bit. The Succubus was quiet... Had he scared her? She seemed timid, on the other hand she always seemed timid around him. Whenever she brought him home-made cookies she acted differently than otherwise. She always seemed cheerful and overly happy, which is the main reason behind him feeling all creeped out around her. She was too chirpy. And so he never accepted those cookies of hers, of course they looked good and they probably tasted just as good, but it felt wrong accepting them from a person he barely even knew. "I'm sorry if I'm bothering you...I just..thought maybe you'd like some company.." She was bothering him, but Crissy seemed to have good intentions, so he supposed she could stay here for now. Luke looked away from her, seeming uninterested "Well, do as you wish. I'd rather have you gone, but I suppose company isn't that bad either." He answered nonchalantly.

He happened to see Garaile climbing up the table just after Lucas had turned his gaze away from Crissy, what in the name of Merlin was this guy up to now? "Oh great. Seems like everyone's 'favourite' Weasel's on the move again." Lucas was pretty far away from said table, so he couldn't quite tell what was going on due to the crowd, but as usual he didn't have to ponder for long before the voice of the Weasel was heard all over the place. "Ladies and gentlemen! Hear me on! I shall now read you all a story that should be familiar to all!" A story familiar to all? Lucas raised an eyebrow, he hadn't read the recent news this guy had written, mostly because he never really cared much for rumors. 'Cause rumors were just that, rumors, they were rarely true. He didn't feel like filling his head up with obvious lies, but that didn't him from overhearing other students sprouting such nonsense. Still, he couldn't deny that he was at least a tiny bit curious. I mean, the boy was a Ravenclaw after all. "To all my loyal readers, thank you for taking the effort to listen to me," Scriven spread his arms out, it seemed like he was about to give the entire crowd one big hug. But then his gaze lowered and his voice turned into a more dangerous tone "To these who haven't… You will thank me later," Lucas chuckled mockingly, after what he'd done this evening there was no way he'd thank the weasel for anything anytime soon. Of course, the white-haired boy knew that Scriven wasn't serious with what he'd said, the tone he'd chosen turned what he'd said into a different meaning. Luke groaned at the announcer, he just wished this guy would take a hint and shut up for once "This guy never knows when to shut his trap... If it was up to me I'd expelled him already." He spoke with an annoyed tone. To be honest he was more scared about Garaile revealing his secret now, but Luke knew him enough to understand that he wouldn't find much pleasure in that. No, the guy's going to write it down in his newspaper and then add some "spice" to it.

The Weasel raised the paper he was holding and read whatever article he was looking at out loud; "Shocking: Is Jayden Everdragomir threatening girls into dating him?" Lucas wasn't stunned by the news, that wasn't to say he'd thought Jay was doing that, 'cause believe it or not Luke didn't see Jayden as the sort of dude to threaten girls. Yes, it was weird for him to think that way seeing as the half-vampire was far from Luke's friend, but he just couldn't see his rival stooping that low. No, this was just Garaile taking a piss out of the dhampir, something he'll probably regret in a few moments. Anyway, what happened afterwards was a bit hard to tell for the Ravenclaw. All he saw was Garaile falling down, Jayden walking on the crowd before leaping towards the spot Scriven had been on earlier. He couldn't see from here, but being a Prefect, he knew he should go and stop whatever's about to happen. But he found himself not bothering. His left hand had reached for the wand in his right pocket, but he simply stood there and listened idly to Garaile's loud scream of pain. Luke saw some flashes of spells being cast, but nothing other than that. Whoever tried stopping the Bulgarian Dragon would be in for a nasty treat, Lucas knew this much. Why? Well, it wasn't really a secret that Jayden was ridiculously strong. However, it seemed that the fight finished almost as soon as it started.

Then there were loud claps coming from the thrones direction. Turning his gaze over to said place, he noticed that there was fog was seeping out in heaps. Sabrina, who was standing near the throne, spoke with an amplified voice. "Bravo! Wonderful, absolutely wonderful." She grinned. A few moments afterwards he felt different, but he couldn't quite put it into words. "How did you all enjoy the performance? Really realistic was it not?" Lucas hadn't seen any of the said performance, which was a bit disappointing, he'd rather enjoyed seeing Scriven get beaten. "Let's give a hand to our brilliant actors shall we?" Sighing and shaking his head, Luke tucked his aspen wand back into his pocket. Whatever charm she'd cast didn't seem to work too well on him, the white-haired boy knew both of the said "actors" too well to be tricked into thinking this was a performance. Still, she was a force to be reckoned with, that Gallagher. Not only did she make her act believable, she also managed to calm the crowd down quite a bit.

A short few moments later he began feeling really happy all of a sudden. That was strange, wasn't he feeling really depressed and angry a few moments ago? Had a cheering charm been cast? Well, it didn't matter now did it? He was feeling great, there was more to life than moping around all day! The crowd had begun clapping along with the Queen, Lucas didn't join them however, he was still aware that Sabrina's words earlier were lies, he just cared less than he did before due to the charms. Besides, he wouldn't had cared either way, the Weasel had gotten what he'd deserved. "Nothing like some brutal drama to scare us to the bone and get us in the Halloween spirit right? Take a bow ladies and gentlemen, this was an exquisite performance, truly. So without further ado, let's continue to enjoy this party!" He agreed with this part, that's what he'd come here to do after all. To enjoy the party. He decided to forget about all that had happened earlier and turned his gaze to Crissy "Well... That escalated rather quickly. Say, how about a dance, you and I?" He asked the shorter, dressed up girl with a bright smile. But he didn't give her much time for an answer as he quickly gulped down the pumpkin juice, dropped the chalice and grabbed her hand and waist, waltzing around with her. Luke hadn't felt this happy in Merlin knows how long, so this was a good change of pace... even if he was spending his time with someone he found being slightly creepy, but the charm had done it's work well. He had no care in the world.
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Characters Mentioned:

Crispin Fairlie @VocaStar
Garaile Scriven @WishfulNemo
Jayden Everdragomir @Wicked
Sabrina Gallagher @Misaou

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[VocaStar]

Room of Requirement
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Crispin was relieved that the stranger took the chalice. Though he wasn't drinking from it, but the guy already seemed pretty drunked up so it didn't bother him. "Well, do as you wish. I'd rather have you gone, but I suppose company isn't that bad either." his voice and indifferent tone immediately told Crispin who he was talking to. Why if it wasn't Lucas never-ate-his-hommade-cookies Grey. Crispin had been trying to get the guy for years but he really just wasn't interested. He was the perfect candidate for Crispin's little exercise. There was nothing more Crispin wanted than to have his own little blue boy licking the bottom of his boot. And this was his chance.

"Oh great. Seems like everyone's 'favourite' Weasel's on the move again." Crispin was knocked out of his thoughts. Huh? Weasel, what? He turned to see what his little blue boy was talking about. Garaile Scriven was standing up on a table, making quite the spectacle of himself. Crispin had to hand it to the guy, he really had no shame. In fact, despite being known as the next Skeeter, Crispin might consider him the most honest person he ever met. He didn't even seem like he tried to hide his flaws, they were all right out there. For the world to see. He was kinda sad actually. Crispin stifled a small giggle as he watched the class fool make an even bigger fool of himself. "This guy never knows when to shut his trap... If it was up to me I'd expelled him already." Luke scoffed. Crispin only nodded, extremely amused. Then came the moment everyone was waiting for. The Weasel's greatest piece of bullshit yet! "Shocking: Is Jayden Everdragomir threatening girls into dating him?" Crispin did the best gasp he could manage. It wasn't long until the dragon himself came crashing in. Into the Weasel that is, and it seemed he were mauling him to death as a loud amplified scream shattered his eardrum. Crispin twitched. Cute... He thought to himself. "Oh my god..." he managed quietly, acting concerned. So the dragon had just eaten the weasel whole. Great, good show everybody. Crispin was about to turn back to Lucas when another voice pierced his already sensitive eardrum.

"Bravo! Wonderful, absolutely wonderful." What now? He was getting annoyed at all these distractions. The famous half-veela was now standing on her own table. "How did you all enjoy the performance? Really realistic was it not?" oh it was just a show? Well he hadn't seen it so that was unfortunate. "Let's give a hand to our brilliant actors shall we?" Crispin was feeling super annoyed but then in a matter of seconds he felt..super..happy? Well well well, something was just not right. He couldn't help a smile that grew on his small face. Why the hell was he smiling? He had no idea but it didn't kill him so fuck it. The bitch probably cast some charm on the crowd. Crispin would have put more thought into it, but since he wasn't really invested in all that had just happened, he didn't bother. He had other things to do! And now with his new unnatural happiness he'd get it done. Gallagher bid everyone to enjoy the rest of the party, and Crispin turned back to his new subject. Finally. He was about to open his mouth when the Pumpkin King beat him to it. "Well... That escalated rather quickly. Say, how about a dance, you and I?" Eh? Crispin was thrown off, didn't this guy just say he'd rather him be gone? And now he wanted to dance? Whatever charm was cast it was really working. "Dance?" his voice broke in surprise but bluebird didn't notice as he chugged the chalice of pumpkin juice and dropped the chalice carelessly. Crispin just watched in disbelief. "That's-" not healthy, he was about to say but was cut off when the boy who was much taller than him grabbed his dainty hand and pulled him close by his waist. What the fuck is happening. Crispin only froze wide eyed as the happy skeleton twirled him around. He's touching me. This scum is touching me. Oh god. Oh god. Is all that ran through his mind. He did his best to pull himself together. Yes. this was weird and surprising. But he wanted this guy to like Crissy, he'd been trying for years. So this was good. So he let the skeleton have his way and twirl him around.

When the dance finally met it's end he let out what seemed to be a genuine out-of-breathe laugh as he hid his face in the skeleton's chest. "Hahaha..." He looked up at the Ravenclaw prefect. "For a skeleton, you're pretty lively.★" he let out a small giggle. That probably wasn't the first time he heard that stupid joke that night either. He took his hand and led him away from the dance floor. Because the last thing he wanted was another dance with the guy. Please. If there was a god. Please.

He smiled, still staying close to Grey. "The party is probably going to end soon...so before I have to run off," he had things to do. He reached into his bra and pulled a piece of folded parchment out along with a fancy pen. He found that bras were extremely handy for holding things when one didn't have pockets. He looked timid once again as a blush appeared to burn brightly on his face. "Is it okay if I ask for a signature?" his little fingers began to carefully unfold the paper. "I'm collecting signatures from people who might show some interest in a new club.★" he handed the paper to Lucas Grey. He had one other copy in case anything happened to that one, so he didn't feel the need to worry too much about letting the boy handle it. All that was printed on the paper was a neat list of student's names. Crispin had enchanted it so that none of the actual contents was visible. A contract, binding the prefect's soul to his own. The simple word "Nintendo" would reverse the enchantment's effects. But the young blonde boy had little worries about the subject of video-games randomly popping up out of nowhere.

"You won't have to join the club if you sign it or anything...it's just support is all.★" He knew the guy was drunk, but he probably wouldn't sign it until he knew what exactly he was supporting. "It's a safety club. To teach students how to maintain a safe environment." He looked back to where the earlier "show" had been. "Clearly we need it..." he let out a small laugh. "And you'd really be helping me out..." come on blue boy, don't let me down.

@Faust > Lucas Grey
@WishfulNemo > Garaile Scriven
@Misaou > Sabrina Gallagher

 

[Namora]

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The red haired boy seemed... unamused, and his expression hardened ever so slightly. Not that she expected much else. She didn't exactly look like the good guy, and she knew she didn't. Kiyoko was all too aware of how she looked, and though she cared, she didn't given enough of a damn to either regret or stop. She didn't even need to think twice, now, because she knew Jayden was more important to her than anyone in this room, or their rules. Her intentions with the weasel had only been to cut him off the lies she'd been overwhelmed with, and now... well, things were.... far worse off than they had been. Jayden had gone overboard and made things that much worse. Kiyoko, however, knew where her loyalties lay, and she would by no means let any of this lot of pricks play hero by hurting someone she held dear. The boy spoke coldly, "Somehow, I sorta figured bloodcurdling screams of anguish would whet your appetite."
She scowled slightly at the remark, yet forced a cold smile and licked her lips in malicious, wordless response. Suddenly, a petite frame threw herself between the two. Kiyoko let her attention deviate for a moment, and[BCOLOR=transparent] raised her eyebrow coldly and calmly as the brown haired girl stood there protectively. The girl's gleaming wet eyes were large, and the way the light glimmered against the damp surface made it obvious she was on the verge of tears. A sliver of her wanted to taunt her, smile, or scorn her into leaving this for the 'grown-ups', while another part writhed in guilt at having probably been apart of what had set her in such a state. Kiyoko looked past her, eyes narrowing again on the red haired boy.[/BCOLOR]

Behind her, she heard a struggle but the asian didn't risk glancing back for fear of either the girl in front of her suddenly taking action despite her evident fear, or the aggressive boy taking advantage of her lack of attention. It was only when, in a moment of near silence, a crisp curt clap began to resound around the room. Kiyoko glimpsed over the red head's shoulder to see an elevated Sabrina clapping as she watched on. Kiyoko's expression remained stale, though confusion bubbled beneath her mind, "Bravo! Wonderful, absolutely wonderful."
The fog seeped closer, and the red head uttered a spell. Kiyoko kept her eyes trained on him now, still listening keenly to what Sabrina was going on about, "How did you all enjoy the performance? Really realistic was it not?" Sabrina said as she clapped on. Kiyoko smiled inwardly at the genius of her housemate as just what she was doing clicked, "Let's give a hand to our brilliant actors shall we?"
Slowly the room began to join her, and even Kiyoko found her spirits lifted, "Nothing like some brutal drama to scare us to the bone and get us in the Halloween spirit right? Take a bow ladies and gentlemen, this was an exquisite performance, truly." The applause grew steadily louder, and the cheer of the crowd let the girl relax ever so slightly. Her wand however, stayed warily up in case the boy before her had anymore ever-so bright ideas.
"So without further ado, let's continue to enjoy this party!"

'Well done Miss Gallagher, well done.' Kiyoko thought with a sizable amount of respect for the girl. Sabrina had given them an out and Kiyoko would happily take it. Suddenly, the redhead made a move. Kiyoko's finger twitched, but he simply placed a hand on the other girl's shoulder, before he stepped past her and faced Kiyoko. There was a confidence to his step, and Kiyoko met it with her own unflinching arrogance. The boy's tone held an audible note of anger in it, she shrugged it off, "I suggest you put away your wand now and end this stupidity."
He glared down at her, meeting eerily calm black eyes and a sly smile., "If you want to carve me up for trying to stop that horror show over there, fine. Go ahead and try for it somewhere else. But if you or that psycho harm another student while I'm around, I don't care who you think you are. I'll gut you."
"Oh, so scary." She sneered as she crossed her arms over her chest, "It was a show, genius... lighten up." She battered her eyelashes tauntingly and smiling, before taking a chance by turning on her heel and returning her wand to its place.
"I suggest that you run along and enjoy the rest of the festivities." She said over her shoulder, in a voice that mocked his from earlier before returning to her typical condescending tone, "Scriven got a bit too into his role, and I need to check on my boyfriend."
She eyed him a moment longer before moving to Jayden's side and kneeling beside him, "Nice acting, Jay, quite the stirring performance. One might almost think you were really a reckless idiot"
At that her features softened, and she smiled weakly, offering her hand, "So, want to get that arm of your taken care of?"



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[BCOLOR=transparent]Characters Mentioned -[/BCOLOR]

@Strayed - Montgo-- oh wait no. Jack Sullivan
@firejay1 - Maia Alvey (Connelly)
[BCOLOR=transparent]@Wicked - Jayden Everdragomir[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]@Misaou - Sabrina Gallagher[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]@WishfulNemo - Garaile Scriven[/BCOLOR]
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[firejay1]

♠ Room of Requirement ♠​

Colin was rambling. Avery smiled slightly as the other boy described the mechanics of the spell and then showed him his internal organs. Most people would have been disgusted, maybe, but Avery just found it interesting. "Issue is your organs are all there too which I though might turn more stomachs than heads so I went for the typical death portrayal." The Slytherin chuckled lightly at the play on words. He could easily imagine that, people turning green at the sight of someone's heart pulsing in the middle of their rib cage. The idea oddly pleased him, when it normally would have made him feel bad for those unused to seeing such things. "I think it could have applications in medical science, but I don't know much about healing as a whole, perhaps their methods of delving are already more advanced." Delving. Delving, indeed. Because cutting up dead bodies in the name of science isn't delving enough? He thought to himself, biting back a laugh. He paused, letting his expression go back to normal, feeling a bit odd.

Avery considered himself a pretty calm person. Not much really angered him and he knew how to enjoy a good joke or two when it came up, but this bizarre feeling of general well-being was definitely not normal. He felt giddy, a bit like laughing. He could only really recall feeling this way after surviving a scary situation, like his first skydiving experience, or that time his mother had told him, "you have to learn not to flinch" and had fired a blank at him. He'd already felt odd when Sabrina had stood up in front of the room, but now he was fighting back outright laughter at nothing. It was... unnatural. His face was still set in a relatively neutral expression, but it was becoming more and more strained by the second. The corners of his lips tightened slightly, making it look like he was on the verge of grimacing. Why was he so worried about his expression slipping, anyways? Some part of him wondered. Well, because Colin hadn't said anything particularly funny, if he suddenly started laughing, that wouldn't that make him feel ridiculed? He certainly didn't want to ridicule his often-ridiculed fellow student. Besides, what reason did he have to be so happy? It wasn't natural. Not at all. Had someone drugged him? He hadn't heard of many easily accessible drugs that made people this... happy without causing hallucinations, reckless behavior, thirst, increased sex drive, or other side effects. Or maybe he just didn't recognize the side effects he was experiencing. He'd never used drugs before. Maybe he should, just to test the effects. Another slight giggle broke its way through his mouth at the idea of him taking drugs just to test it.

Oh wait, this was wizard society. They didn't need things like drugs to make other people happy. Just whoosh with their fancy little sticks and voila. He giggled again, ("fancy little sticks") struggling with his own facial expression. Since when did he giggle? Definitely a spell of some sort. Who did it benefit most...? Colin interrupted his weird desire to smile again, "Sorry, I'm rambling." Yes. Yes, he was. "Why am I here? Just your standard stab in the dark at social acceptance." Dark words spoken with an unnaturally light tone. Avery couldn't see his expression, though, so even that came into question. Social acceptance? He wondered, cheerfully, why would you need that? It's not like you'd do anything with it. It's not useful for anyone besides people planning to go into politics. No no, there simply isn't enough of that to go around, leave that for the people who actually have use for it. But he didn't say any of this out loud. He bit his lip to prevent himself from saying anything he'd regret later. "Scratch that, I'm here to have fun." Colin swept off, but paused, looking back at Avery for a moment. "You coming?" Was he? After that fiasco with Anice earlier, he'd been hesitant to try intruding on anyone else's fun, oh, but what the heck. He was feeling on top of the world. Might as well show it off. He grinned and replied in his quiet, low voice, "Absolutely."

Characters interacted with:
Colin Aiken - @the crafty pig

 

[firejay1]

♦ Room of Requirement ♥​

Maia knew she was not an imposing figure, standing at 4'11 and with little to no threatening presence, but something inside of her still bubbled with rage as the girl coldly glared down at her, then turned her black eyes on the Sullivan boy. Her carelessly cruel gaze of dismissal reminded Maia of another girl, and a deceptively soft voice, "Run along now, Maia, I can't play with you right now." Right now. It was a promise of Later. Her arms dropped down to her sides as she tried to force the bile from rising in her throat. Her left hand clenched slowly into a fist, and her shoulders tensed, blood roaring in her ears. Suddenly, she heard the voice of Sabrina Gallagher, "Bravo. Wonderful, absolutely wonderful!" The Japanese girl's expression seemed to freeze in place for a moment as her eyes were diverted towards the speaker. The redhead behind her muttered "Protego Totallum," which was enough for her to glance back to see what exactly it was he was protecting them from as the main threat was currently distracted. A strange fog was seeping across the room, but stopped abruptly before the boy and Maia, surrounding but not intruding them. Whatever that spell was, the boy was shielding her, too. He was the same, same as the Asian. He looked down on her like everyone else.

The Gallagher girl continued, "How did you all enjoy the performance? Really realistic was it not? Nothing like some brutal drama to scare us to the bone and get us in the Halloween spirit right? Take a bow ladies and gentlemen, this was an exquisite performance, truly. So without further ado, let's continue to enjoy this party!" Maia turned back and kept her eyes trained on the Slytherin. Her expression was unreadable, but there seemed to be an odd air of satisfaction about her, even more than before, that was. She might be weak and short and only average at spellwork, but she was not an idiot. Who did the half-veela think she was fooling? How could that have been any kind of performance? Liess... They were all liars.

She started suddenly as the boy behind her put his hand on her shoulder. "It's okay, Maia." He said, before stepping past her. What exactly was okay? Cocky prick. In an instant, her anger turned to hate. This girl in front of her, so confident and cruel, and the boy next to her, acting as if he could protect anyone, so blind to how powerless he was. They were both like little peacocks, acting as if the world had always gone their way and would continue to bow down to their every demand just because they were smarter or faster or stronger than her. She was quite suddenly overwhelmed by her hate for the human race in general, their arrogant belief in their right to dominate anyone and anything below them. Right now, all she wanted was to be with the people she could count on, with Bel and Daniela and Mr. Connelly. She didn't want to be with any humans except for them, but she especially did not want to be with this bullying bitch and this pretentious prick.

Sullivan continued to try her nerves with his next statement. "I suggest you put away your wand now and end this stupidity. If you want to carve me up for trying to stop that horror show over there, fine. Go ahead and try for it somewhere else. But if you or that psycho harm another student while I'm around, I don't care who you think you are. I'll gut you." Another threat. How sweet. And who did he think he was, oh almighty quidditch player?

"Oh, so scary." The girl sneered, "It was a show, genius... lighten up." What a farce. Who would believe that? The stupid girl evidently believed it was over whether or not she believed the whole thing was an act, because she turned her back on the two of them, looking back just to scorn them. "I suggest that you run along and enjoy the rest of the festivities. Scriven got a bit too into his role, and I need to check on my boyfriend." Yes, go, bitch, go. "I would not wish you back again." Go bother yourself with more important people. "Leave now, and never come back." Leave with your cruel eyes and your condescending smile, your high and mighty enjoyment of others' pain. "The power to cause pain is the only power that matters, the power to kill and destroy, because if you can't kill then you are always subject to those who can, and nothing and no one will ever save you." Wasn't that it? Typical Slytherin.

Then she was left alone with the Gryffindor and her immeasurable hate. Out of her mouth came tumbling, "Marigolds, Fumitory, Basil, Aconite, Orange Lilies, Teasel." Plants that represented hate and pain. Sometimes she was so glad she liked learning flower meanings. Adrenaline from the passing anger fogged her vision red and she could still hear heart pounding in her ears, but her knees were still shaking a little. Relaxing her hunched shoulders, she straightened back again and looked around, trying not to allow her residual feelings make her tremble too much. She'd already made a fool of herself once. She was too angry to be worried, too angry to remember the remnants of her fear. Maia didn't look at her companion. She didn't want to stay in this barrier, but what was that fog? As her brain cleared slightly, she began to notice everyone was acting a little odd, somewhat hyper. How ironic that the one time she was feeling simply murderous, everyone else was feeling light-hearted. The hate that had calmed down moments before blossomed in her chest again. Her head began throbbing. She wanted to get out of here, but if the crowd outside was any indication, the fog was some kind of happy juice, and she didn't want to let go of what she was really feeling right now. It was so rare for her to feel this way. A sadistic part of her brain sneered, might as well enjoy it while it lasts. Might as well enjoy pretending you had the guts to cut through the crowd in a murderous rage the way other people act like they can.

Maia closed her eyes and took in a deep, shaky breath. No, that wasn't right. She didn't want this to last. She knew that this feeling of glorious hate would crush her later, when she wasn't as angry. Breathe. Just breathe, Maia. Her head continued to throb like a drum beat. Think happy thoughts. For a brief second, she was tempted to just walk out into the waiting fog and join her classmates in their magic-induced ecstasy, but she knew that would leave a bad taste in her mouth when the magic wore off, that she couldn't conquer it on her own. She swayed for a second, as the headache got worse for a moment, then subsided a little. Slowly, she relaxed her muscles, letting the tension drain out of her until what was left was nothing more than a tired bitterness. The small girl let out a long breath through her mouth and opened her hazel brown eyes again. She was again reminded that she wasn't the type to smile when she was feeling unhappy, as she failed to muster anything close to a smile. She just looked towards her junior emptily, trying and failing to find something to find to say to him. Her emotions were too tired for her to muster up the worry, or anger, or indignation, any sort of emotional response that would allow her to say a word, really. So she just looked at him, hoping he'd find something to say first, and at the same time hoping he'd think better of it and let her stay silent for a while.

Characters mentioned:
Kiyoko Oshiro - @Namora
Jack Sullivan - @Strayed
Sabrina Gallagher - @Misaou

 

[VocaStar]

Room of Requirement​

"Eh, uhh... Y-you're welcome and d-don't sweat it!" the raven haired boy stuttered as he pushed the drunk girl away by her shoulders. She only gave a lopsided smile, happy that she had finally taken care of that. What was with that weird expression on his face anyway? It looked funny on him. She giggled and brought the candy apple to her mouth. Oh well. She said what she needed to say, and she had no more qualms about it.

She was feeling a little hazy when there was a loud crash. She was still seated on the floor but she looked in the direction of the noise. A voice boomed over the crowd, "Ladies and gentlemen!" she blinked. Hey she'd heard that voice before! She tried to pull herself up to see the person talking. "Hear me on! I shall now read you all a story that should be familiar to all!" She managed to get on her knees and peek over the crowd, catching a glimpse of a bright colored top hat. "To all my loyal readers, thank you for taking the effort to listen to me." It was Scraprat! no- Scriven! The male she had shared her lips with earlier. She couldn't exactly see the speaker very well, but she continued to listen to what he had to say.

"Shocking: Is Jayden Everdragomir threatening girls into dating him?"

Anice only looked around confused as people began to chat indistinctively among themselves. A couple girls laughed, but she wasn't exactly sure why. Then she looked to her companions. Her pink haired roommate was looking at the half-dhampir, a worried expression clear on her face. However, his gaze was fixated on Scraprat. The expression he wore was hard for Anice to read. It was angry, it was scared, it was...scary. Suddenly that fear churned back up into her stomach and she cowered behind Sabrina. It was as if his blood was literally boiling, bubbling and hissing, soon to melt the flesh off his bones. There was an animalistic look in his eyes, one that didn't falter for a second. Sabrina repeated his name sounding fearful for the Slytherin boy. Anice was still confused by what exactly was going on, but she just held onto the half-veela's legs tightly.

Then a hand covered her eyes. She didn't dare move. She could feel every part of her body freeze. What was happening? She clenched her eyes. She was afraid and she didn't really know what to do. The candy apple she'd been holding was held tightly in her grasp. She heard a crash. Sabrina quickly took her by the hand and sat her on the small chair next to the throne that was placed on the platform for the earlier performance. Anice continued to clench her eyes, letting the half-veela guide her. She felt ropes tightly hug her body and she opened her eyes to find she'd been tied up. She wriggled, unable to move. "I don't want you running off on me again, so just be a good girl and stay put this time? Okay? It's for your own good" Anice shook her head. "No-!" she protested, but she was drained out by a bloodcurdling scream. She winced. From where she was seated she could now see that Everdragomir had the Hatter pinned, but that was all she saw since she clenched her eyes again at the sight of blood. She whimpered, why was all this happening? The half-veela only sat beside her on the throne and chugged down a chalice of pumpkin juice and let out a refreshed sigh. Anice looked at her. Why wasn't she doing anything? Why had she tied her up? She shook her head, she felt like she was going to cry again. Didn't she care? As the drunk prefect questioned her roommate there was an evident shift. The pink haired girl seemed stressed, rubbing her temples and then a frightening grin grew on her face. The vampire queen picked herself up and walked over to one of her henchmen. Anice kept her eyes fixated on the girl.

Sabrina's claps resonated throughout the room. The crowd turned their attention towards the half-veela who now spoke with her own voice amplified, "Bravo! Wonderful, absolutely wonderful. How did you all enjoy the performance? Really realistic was it not? Let's give a hand to our brilliant actors shall we?" Oh! A performance! If that's all it was then there was no reason to be so worried! The crowd began to clap and cheer and Anice would have done the same thing but she was tied so she only smiled. What a relief! "Nothing like some brutal drama to scare us to the bone and get us in the Halloween spirit right? Take a bow ladies and gentlemen, this was an exquisite performance, truly. So without further ado, let's continue to enjoy this party!" With nothing to worry about, Anice continued to eat her candy apple with her free hand that poked out of the ropes. With all the excitement that had gone down, she was beginning to feel a bit drained. She yawned and went back to lazily eating her apple. It wasn't long until she completely fell under, her breathing slowing to a steady rhythm as she fell asleep.

ooc: Sorry for all the mistakes! This was a little rushed haha

@Misaou > Sabrina Gallagher
@Wicked > Jayden Everdragomir
@WishfulNemo > Garaile Scraprat
and anyone else I forgot to mention xP