Post by Sylph on Aug 10, 2007 5:45:45 GMT -5
OOC: I admire… ^ ^
What the hell?! Would the war never end? Admittedly, the violet haired now-deputy headmistress was never one to back down from a fight, nor one not to stand by her friends, but from the moment she had received the note from Talon to assemble in the Crypt for an ambush she had her doubts. Not about the fact the Count Scorpius was alive. Dark wizards throughout history had a habit of not dying at what others would deem the appropriate moment, turning up like a bad penny to wreck yet more havoc. The doubts were regarding Talon's course of action. Alright, so not so long ago Scorpius and his mates had attempted to bring Firefox and its inhabitants to it and their knees, and yes, so if he was back it was bad news, but Sylph couldn't help feeling that there was something more to these circumstances.
Firstly, if he was alive, why would he come back to Firefox? It was the site of his more costly defeat and there were plenty here who would oppose him. Talon's knee-jerk response was evidence enough of that. No, none of this was right. Scorpius was here because he wanted something, and whatever that was it wasn't a fight. Still, Sylph could not abandon her duties, nor her loyalties.
Talon made the first move. A quick stunner into the chest of a witch sent the first of Scorpius' companions down, and she was quickly dragged off by one of the school's newer professors. Pressed up against one of the larger tombstones Sylph held her breath and waited, attempting to gauge the situation. Scorpius was a powerful wizard, as were those who surrounded him. Sylph's oddly sharp hearing had managed to catch some snatches of voices. Syrus Korodin was there, Fenris was there. Dangerous characters all, and most of them Talon had brought himself to trust. Fool. Sylph had been opposed to Korodin's appointment to professor of transfiguration, but once again her misgivings had fallen on deaf ears. With Talon, they always did.
Finally allowing a long, slow and silent exhalation to pass her lips, Sylph dared a quick peek out from behind her hiding place. Ordinarily Sylph's vivid shock of bright purple hair would have been seen immediately, but Sylph's uncle Chance had given her an invisibility cloak some years ago, and while her booted feet now stuck out the bottom she was well concealed. Ducking back behind her stone shelter she quickly ran over what she had just seen.
A grubby looking house elf, Talon sprawled on his back, clearly hit but obviously conscious and unhurt, Scorpius and others surrounding the main tomb… and a sphinx. A sphinx? Beneath the cloak, Sylph frowned, trying remember all she could about the species. Tellers of riddles, the perfect guardsmen. It was death to attack what they were sworn to protect; their preferred method of dispatching their victims was strangulation. Immensely strong, mysterious and enigmatic… but how could they get past her, other than by answering one of her riddles? Sylph continued to frown, the grip on her wand tightening slightly. She was supposed to be the expert on magical creatures. Think girl, she told herself sternly, but nothing was as of yet forthcoming. Instead her mind was filled by a welcome and familiar voice. It had been directed at Talon, but telepathy could easily be tapped if you had the ability – and Sylph, thanks to the genes inherited from her Grandmother, did.
Kat, she thought back, and a wry humor was carried along with her words. I’m here, behind the tombstone to your left, just behind Talon. Might be able to see my feet, as it goes. Where are you? And Talon, she added, redirecting her thoughts to reach the headmaster. She’s right, don’t you dare provoke him! Just then, flames sprung up in front of them, preventing Scorpius’ escape from one direction. Flames? They’re not here for a fight! she added hurriedly, standing up and casting aside her cloak, revealing herself to all. Roan’s there too! Don’t fire yet!
What the hell?! Would the war never end? Admittedly, the violet haired now-deputy headmistress was never one to back down from a fight, nor one not to stand by her friends, but from the moment she had received the note from Talon to assemble in the Crypt for an ambush she had her doubts. Not about the fact the Count Scorpius was alive. Dark wizards throughout history had a habit of not dying at what others would deem the appropriate moment, turning up like a bad penny to wreck yet more havoc. The doubts were regarding Talon's course of action. Alright, so not so long ago Scorpius and his mates had attempted to bring Firefox and its inhabitants to it and their knees, and yes, so if he was back it was bad news, but Sylph couldn't help feeling that there was something more to these circumstances.
Firstly, if he was alive, why would he come back to Firefox? It was the site of his more costly defeat and there were plenty here who would oppose him. Talon's knee-jerk response was evidence enough of that. No, none of this was right. Scorpius was here because he wanted something, and whatever that was it wasn't a fight. Still, Sylph could not abandon her duties, nor her loyalties.
Talon made the first move. A quick stunner into the chest of a witch sent the first of Scorpius' companions down, and she was quickly dragged off by one of the school's newer professors. Pressed up against one of the larger tombstones Sylph held her breath and waited, attempting to gauge the situation. Scorpius was a powerful wizard, as were those who surrounded him. Sylph's oddly sharp hearing had managed to catch some snatches of voices. Syrus Korodin was there, Fenris was there. Dangerous characters all, and most of them Talon had brought himself to trust. Fool. Sylph had been opposed to Korodin's appointment to professor of transfiguration, but once again her misgivings had fallen on deaf ears. With Talon, they always did.
Finally allowing a long, slow and silent exhalation to pass her lips, Sylph dared a quick peek out from behind her hiding place. Ordinarily Sylph's vivid shock of bright purple hair would have been seen immediately, but Sylph's uncle Chance had given her an invisibility cloak some years ago, and while her booted feet now stuck out the bottom she was well concealed. Ducking back behind her stone shelter she quickly ran over what she had just seen.
A grubby looking house elf, Talon sprawled on his back, clearly hit but obviously conscious and unhurt, Scorpius and others surrounding the main tomb… and a sphinx. A sphinx? Beneath the cloak, Sylph frowned, trying remember all she could about the species. Tellers of riddles, the perfect guardsmen. It was death to attack what they were sworn to protect; their preferred method of dispatching their victims was strangulation. Immensely strong, mysterious and enigmatic… but how could they get past her, other than by answering one of her riddles? Sylph continued to frown, the grip on her wand tightening slightly. She was supposed to be the expert on magical creatures. Think girl, she told herself sternly, but nothing was as of yet forthcoming. Instead her mind was filled by a welcome and familiar voice. It had been directed at Talon, but telepathy could easily be tapped if you had the ability – and Sylph, thanks to the genes inherited from her Grandmother, did.
Kat, she thought back, and a wry humor was carried along with her words. I’m here, behind the tombstone to your left, just behind Talon. Might be able to see my feet, as it goes. Where are you? And Talon, she added, redirecting her thoughts to reach the headmaster. She’s right, don’t you dare provoke him! Just then, flames sprung up in front of them, preventing Scorpius’ escape from one direction. Flames? They’re not here for a fight! she added hurriedly, standing up and casting aside her cloak, revealing herself to all. Roan’s there too! Don’t fire yet!