Post by Phugsius Charadus on Dec 6, 2010 18:48:52 GMT -5
Phugsius had watched the Tiberius fall into the hole and the prefect felt a wave of relief for a moment as the other Tiberius just stood like a large stoic statue. Maybe everything was going to be alright. At some point though, Felix would have to release this other Tiberius and they'd have to deal with him. Perhaps more people would arrive by then and it wouldn't be too difficult to manage.
Suddenly, the Tiberius that was still now turned around. Phugsius knew immediately what had happened. Felix had lost control. "No Felix!" he yelled desperately trying to get Felix's attention. His warning hadn't been heard and it was too late.
Starting at a dead sprint, the Slytherin prefect ran towards the towering man with everything he had in him. Felix hadn't seen it coming. He had been fooled into thinking victory was at hand. He had relaxed too soon, however.
The gigantic man grabbed Felix by the wrist and green embers had begun to burn him, and the head boy's wand in the process. Felix let out a terrible scream which shook Phugsius to the core as he sprinted toward the attacker and the rank stench of burning flesh filled the air.
He hated this man, the one who was attempting to destroy their school, his school. This was the first place he felt he could ever call home. He was more enraged, however, by what was happening to Felix. The only person who tried to even make a connection with him apart from Niobe.
As he was sprinting he heard and saw the second Tiberius re-emerging from the ground but he didn't care. He didn't care about the arch anymore. Felix might have been annoying, nosy,a know-it-all, and rather stupid at the same time, but he was a good man and a good friend, even if Phugsius had been avoiding him. He regretted it now, everything. He was the only other person aside from Niobe who had tried and successfully made a connection to the prefect.
Phugsius was in a frenzy. In his eyes raged a towering inferno that would scorch everything if it could be unleashed. His fury was guiding him at this moment. Everything was a blur and all he saw was Felix about to die. Letting out a wrathful scream Phugsius jumped into the air, and clung onto the nephilim's back, his wand dug like an assassin's dagger into the base of his neck, "Avada Kedavra!"
His wand let out a green jet of light...
Suddenly, the Tiberius that was still now turned around. Phugsius knew immediately what had happened. Felix had lost control. "No Felix!" he yelled desperately trying to get Felix's attention. His warning hadn't been heard and it was too late.
Starting at a dead sprint, the Slytherin prefect ran towards the towering man with everything he had in him. Felix hadn't seen it coming. He had been fooled into thinking victory was at hand. He had relaxed too soon, however.
The gigantic man grabbed Felix by the wrist and green embers had begun to burn him, and the head boy's wand in the process. Felix let out a terrible scream which shook Phugsius to the core as he sprinted toward the attacker and the rank stench of burning flesh filled the air.
He hated this man, the one who was attempting to destroy their school, his school. This was the first place he felt he could ever call home. He was more enraged, however, by what was happening to Felix. The only person who tried to even make a connection with him apart from Niobe.
As he was sprinting he heard and saw the second Tiberius re-emerging from the ground but he didn't care. He didn't care about the arch anymore. Felix might have been annoying, nosy,a know-it-all, and rather stupid at the same time, but he was a good man and a good friend, even if Phugsius had been avoiding him. He regretted it now, everything. He was the only other person aside from Niobe who had tried and successfully made a connection to the prefect.
Phugsius was in a frenzy. In his eyes raged a towering inferno that would scorch everything if it could be unleashed. His fury was guiding him at this moment. Everything was a blur and all he saw was Felix about to die. Letting out a wrathful scream Phugsius jumped into the air, and clung onto the nephilim's back, his wand dug like an assassin's dagger into the base of his neck, "Avada Kedavra!"
His wand let out a green jet of light...