Post by Andrey Lionhorse on Aug 13, 2007 16:16:16 GMT -5
Andrey the Grey was carefully listening to the sphinx's soft voice to not miss anything. Then he thought some time, but when Sylph stated he was thinking the same answer. Then he thought: "There is no need to answer. One of us answered... I think Sylph answered correctly... I have the same on my mind..." then he stopped his thoughts and after a wild moment he continued to think: "ahhh... Sorry, I... have failed..." he thought in his mind saying sorry to someone he knew. His voice inside his mind was full of sadness and compassion. After that he felled to his knees thinking how could he think so long for this answer. He have blamed him self.
"Uhh... Professor Andrey the Grey? Ancient Runes... perhaps you could help us a bit?" Amy looked towards the Ancient Runes professor. Sweet lovely crust... is that creme brulee? (Oh, why that does indeed tickle my fancy!). It can be filled. Perhaps it's pie... Amy sat down on the ground, her wand still out, but her mind working at full power to try for the riddle.
Post by Talon Windwaltz on Aug 14, 2007 15:14:01 GMT -5
The Headmaster was beginning to sense a pattern with Scorpius's moves. First blindfolding him, next impeding his speech, his spells were all hexes, and they were all trying to confuse his senses. Perhaps, Talon considered, this was what Scorpius meant by his not intending to murder him? Just a constant play to prevent the Lightning Mage from striking his own killing blow?
However, unlike sight, speech did not entirely prevent the Headmaster from attacking. He'd deal with his tongue soon enough, but to waste an action curing his disability would be foolish. He waved his wand in an articulate fashion and then directed it straight into the face of the Count, and a long stream of water erupted from his point.
Kat caught the grin from Sylph and both turned toward the sphinx and listened to it's riddle. It went in through one ear and out the other to Kat. She was never any good at riddles. She bit her lip and though a moment, not to hard, for she was sure one of the others would get it. She wasn't to worried.
"Scorpius, Or score-pie-us, according to your verses. Now, will you leave the blond wizard alone - the one attacking your charge?"
Sylph had answered moments after the riddle was given, and stated her command. It was all very obvious once Kat had heard the answer. She would have felt foolish, except for the fact she knew she was no good at riddles. Assuming the sphinx accepted the answer, as none of them had been attacked, she went to say something to Sylph, when the two newest professors fell to their knees. Kat scrunched up her eyebrow in disdain, as the Ancient Runes professor looked as though he was just permanently defeated. "Oh suck it up," Kat whispered, half bent to reach his level. This couldn't look good to the enemy from inside the bubble. Kat hated looking weak, and the Firefox professors on there knees were the epitome of it at that moment. She raised back up to her full height and turned to Sylph. "So are we just supposed to...sit and wait for one of them to die in there? Unfortunately, I don't see a way of penetrating the dome unless we can get to the one who conjured it...and he is inside."
Are you, are you Coming to the tree Where I told you to run, so we'd both be free? Strange things did happen here No stranger would it seem If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.
Post by Merry L. M. Divine on Aug 14, 2007 20:52:37 GMT -5
Merry Divine Professor of Charms had fallen asleep over her lesson plans again. She was unsure how long the owl with Headmaster Talon's note had been tapping at the window, but it must have been for some time as the owl was so miffed at her it refused her offering of mouse giblet treats. Merry read the note and gasped. Was this what she had felt coming for so long at Magic Horizons? Instead of escaping she seemed to have walked right into it.
She quickly dressed in a warn, deep blue dueling outfit, knowing that going in her nightgown wouldn't be very appropriate and that her Muggle clothes would afford her no protection. She threw on a Green traveling cloak and burst out of the classroom door . . . only to find two apparently love struck students on their way into the unused classroom across the hall.
Merry's fear at the notes contents had jangled her nerves. She gave them detention for being up after dark. She then walked them both back to their houses -Slytherin and Ravenclaw respectively- and told them if she found out they were besmirching the names of their houses again it would be a week of detention. There was a difference between kissing and sneaking around at night to snog.
By the time she finally got down to the Crypt practically everything had seemingly already happened. She arrived just in time to hear the Deputy Headmistress ask if her answer to the Sphinx's riddle -a Sphinx of all things!- would be sufficient. "I'm so sorry I am late," she said a bit out of breath. I ran into some students, and had to escort them back to their House Dormitories. I couldn't let them think something dangerous was happening . . . the whole school would have been awake in no time! Please, what is going on?"
“How in the world can you pop in to assist?" repeated a voice, barely audible yet still very clear and bearing a haughty edge. Having finally arrived was Azrael. He had been monitoring the gathering from near the beginning, seeing as how this was where he spent most of his time, making it a site of greater importance than the school itself. Now he had come here to ‘help’, so one might believe if they didn’t truly know Azrael. His glasses were held securely in a pocket of his robes, as the purple shades could only be a bit detrimental considering it was night. Flanking him on either side was one of his greater inferi; Amaliel and Sadriel, those that he had named his personal bodyguards.
“Just like this.” he finished the thought simply. With a loud “CRACK!” he apparated within the barrier, his two guards popping in with him.
Upon arriving, wand out, he muttered a simple “Finite.”, removing the curse that prevented Talon from speaking. Standing beside Fenrir, he loudly proclaimed; “What is once mine is always mine, Talon. I don’t trust you or anyone else to dispose of him properly, so I’ll be taking back my property now.”
With a glance at Scorpius, Azrael smirked. Flames dancing behind him, water dripping from him, Azrael couldn’t help but chuckle softly and mutter, “Your little spat with Scorpius seems to have made him a bit hot and wet already……be gentle.” Even as he finished saying this, he placed a palm on Fenrir’s back and, with a final loud “CRACK!”, disapparated along with Sadriel and Amaliel, toting Fenrir with him via side-along apparition.
Post by Talon Windwaltz on Aug 15, 2007 2:50:45 GMT -5
As the barrier had basically cut off all sound from the outside in, or Talon was just too enraged to even bother listening, the Headmaster had not really been following the events taking place between the Professors and the Sphinx. For that reason, also, he wasn't aware that any more of his allies had arrived, or that they were trying to find some way in.
He had rather hoped, due to his current emotions, that they wouldn't.
But regardless of what Talon had wanted, a familiar voice greeted him following a powerful 'CRACK' associated with the apparating powers of the wizard - something the Headmaster himself had never really gotten into. Talon looked to the metallic shield conjured by Scorpius, and then allowed himself a glance over to who had arrived - Azrael Jeremiah, his rival and sworn ally.
The Necromancer was flanked, of course, by his two skeletal henchmen, the wicked creatures that had defeated the Shadows in the War a year past. The Angelus Morti made his speech, declaring the body of Rutherford his to keep on behalf of his former mastery of the Lycan Prince. Knowing he couldn't speak, he didn't bother saying anything at first - Azrael always gave a moment to gloat before he did anything drastic.
But when Azrael actually put his hand on his friend's body - the person who had been forced to sacrifice because of the wicked man he was now trying to kill..."Az -" Talon spat out, realizing only then that his rival had appeared not only to take back his servant's frame, but to free Talon and give him the chance to beat Scorpius.
'You can never win without me,' he could almost hear Azrael's voice in his head, 'Once again, a useless guardian...what the hell is your 'lightning magic' anyway? You don't even use it, it's never been any kind of help or -' But that was all Talon could bear. Rutherford was gone - to who knows where, now surely dead. His duel with Scorpius had been botched...but that did not make the Scorpion redeemed.
"Reducto!" He shouted, blowing the silver shield to pieces, sending its pieces scattering. Talon swung his wand inward, bringing the shrapnel flying to him. "Flabra!" The pieces moved around him in a circular fashion, trapped in a tornado that erupted around him. The power inside the Headmaster's eyes was blatant - flames dancing in the raging cyclone within. Then, suddenly, with a sharp spark, the eyes had turned from sapphire to a strong violet.
"FULMINA!" He cried, his body flooding with voltage, his hair standing up wildly - assuming the form he once appeared to be before he gained control of his electric power, a human lightning rod. Waves of magical molecules were sent back and forth between the silver remains of Scorpius's shield and Talon, before, in a flash, the Lightning Mage seemed to explode.
When the smoke of the explosion cleared, the Crypt seemed somewhat intact, if not smouldering in some bits with the smoking ashes left behind by the massive attack. The transparent barrier was no longer present - even the droplet of blood spilled willingly by a Nephilim was not enough to take the full force of the explosion without shattering. The fire that had previously arched over them and gave them light in the dark had been overwhelmed and vanquished.
As for what had become of Talon himself, he was laying on the ground with no more power in him, his purple robes torn and ashen. If not for his body shaking and his eyes flickering, one would assume his energy had destroyed him. As for what had become of the Scorpion, that still remained to see.
As stated, Sylph hadn’t really held out much hope that the sphinx would leave Talon completely alone, but the creature’s answer was better than she had expected. The sphinx wouldn’t engage the headmaster unless he actually did some damage to the Count – not bad considering the zeal the species possessed when it came to protecting their wards. Of course, even this promise of hers might turn out to be unnecessary; Scorpius had reputedly been a great duellist in his time. Then again it all depended on how much his ‘death’ had affected his reflexes. If Talon landed an offensive spell, and then the dome came down… well, he’d have one angry sphinx on his case.
It was only after the Sphinx had said her piece that Sylph noticed what her fellow teachers were doing. She stared down at the two on their knees, scorn in her expression. What was their problem? She had answered the riddle for all of them. Why were the pair of them despairing like that? She rolled her eyes at Kat and growled at the two newest professors, but didn’t have the time to say anything, for at that moment the Sphinx directed another riddle at them. Sylph stared up at the beast, wondering. Was this part of the deal? Or was this riddle aimed with a different intent?
Either way, it was just as simple as the first. Any riddle with first, second, third and so on referred to letters in the words at the end of the relevant line - anyone with any experience with puzzle books knew that. Quickly Sylph took her wand and wrote out the right letters in thin air as the sphinx went, leaving them to hang there, ghostly glowing red in the gloom of the crypt. The second in last – ‘A’; the first in place – ‘P’ and so on.
A-P-P-A-R-A-T-E
“You can apparate in there?” Sylph stared back at the sphinx, the question clear in her voice. “What kind of useless magical barrier is that then?!” As if to punctuate her thoughts, at that very moment a loud, brash and not entirely welcome figure appeared and after a single comment disappeared from their side and apparated inside the dome. Unable to see or hear exactly what Azrael was doing, Sylph looked blankly at her fellow professors for a moment, feeling decidedly foolish, and prepared to follow her old professor.
But she never got the chance.
In the next instant the dome exploded, throwing Sylph backward. She landed on her back, the wind temporarily knocked out of her. You always have to show off, don’t you Talon… she thought grimly as she picked herself up gingerly, her first thought for her fellow professors.
He watched Talon with an expression of mild distaste, somewhat irritated by his lack of elegance and technique. He had style, of course, but no real technique to go with it. How could Talon expect to beat the Scorpion with such pathetic attacks?
Even more surprising was the fact that the Count essentially refused to fight to kill. What had gotten into the old fool? It felt as though nothing was going quite as he had expected it to. Syrus really didn’t want the duel to end with any deaths, though, because he could still make some use of both Talon and Rob.
So he watched, not particularly impressed by the entire battle, waiting to see what would happen. He positioned himself as best he could in front of Roan and Tobias, using his magical aura to shield them from stray spells or trailing energy.
Then Azrael jumped into the fray, and it seemed that that was the cue for all hell to break loose. As soon as the wily wizard with a flair for histrionics had departed, Talon flew into a fantastic rage.
Syrus would never, could never, understand the relationships governing the lives of Talon, Azrael, and Fenris. It was simply too convoluted for him. Enemies one day, allies the next.
Explosions rocked his dome as Rob’s shield shattered, its fragments orbiting Talon as though he was some great sun. Perhaps he was, for the next moment he ignited into bright light, electrical energy streaming off him, ionizing the interior of the dome.
Ridiculous amounts of energy connected the two duelists together. Sparks and waves of incredible power rebounded off the walls of the dome, Syrus trying his hardest to direct them away from the students.
And then, for no good reason, Talon Windwaltz detonated.
The Violet King had only a second to plan what to do, but it was enough. The wall of the dome behind him reached out, enveloping the three of them in its protective embrace. The explosion struck the dome with enough force to cause the metal to shatter, spraying fragments all across the Crypt. The small pocket in which Syrus resided had been strengthened by his own will, providing the necessary protection even as it cracked and began to fall apart.
When the explosion had ceased at last, the Violet King liquified his mini-dome, commanding it to find the remaining fragments and reform.
Catching sight of Talon’s prone form, he approached, caring very little for whatever had happened to Rob. Looking down on his convulsing form, the Violet King felt as though he had intruded upon something private. It felt so wrong to see such a powerful wizard brought so low.
“You are still young, Talon,” he whispered, “and have great potential.”
The last of his armor had returned to him. It crawled back up his body, shimmering and glowing with energy. It had fed well on Talon’s explosion, even as the integrity of the dome failed. He felt the power suffuse his body, and knew then that he could easily bring everything to ruin.
He could slay Talon with the merest of twitches. He could slay Scorpius, if he wasn’t dead already, with barely any effort. He could slay the remaining Professors with almost effortless ease, summoning his warriors to assist him.
Firefox could be his.
He pondered this for a moment, eyes flashing wildly, before shaking his head.
“No,” he said, smiling, as he kneeled down and scooped Talon up in his metal arms.
“Tobias, Roan, follow me!” he cried, not even bothering to look back at them.
Post by Andrey Lionhorse on Aug 15, 2007 12:43:13 GMT -5
Then suddenly Headmaster's powers grow stronger and he casted a spell that have destroyed the dome. Explosion was so powerful that Andrey the Grey was forced to lie on the ground to not fly away. After the explosion Andrey looked at the Headmaster, that was on the ground, and Scorpius that was still standing. But Andrey haven't saw a sphinx. Then he said to other professors: "Hurry, we must take Scorpius while we can." and started to aparation toward Scorpius, prepared for casting a spell.
Post by Ras Alawhara on Aug 15, 2007 21:26:24 GMT -5
He had heard the explosion as he was walking towards the palace, having believed that Talon had recieved his letter. Ras had no clue what was going on, or why there would even be an explosion near the crypt he had seen as he flew to the school on that fateful night, but he knew that that meant people, maybe students, were hurt. He would not stand for this chaos on his first night in Spain...
He apparated blindly, hoping to land on safe ground, but instead he landed in mid air, a few feet above a fire. He had to react quickly, and simply rolled as he hit the ground. His white robes would be singed and covered in soot, but, he didn't care, the sight before him made him angry.
He saw several of the professors at the school gathered around Scorpius, a man who he hated immensley, but whom he could not see murdered so dishonorably... This whole scene seemed dishonorable. Scorpius, whom he knew could easily kill all of the professors at full health, was backed against the crypt, dripping wet and strained as could be. A new man, who he only guessed was a professor, was moving towards the Hunter menacingly...
"ENOUGH! PROTEGO AMPLECTOR! AGUAMAXIMA!"
His wand worked fast, simultaneously creating a bubble of protection around the Hunter, and then a second bubble of water, which he hoped would completely protect Scorpius.
"This is outrageous! You teachers seem to have forgot what you do here! You are not Aurors! Capturing this man, no, fighting this man is a suicide wish! Not only is this extremely stupid, but you also did so dishonorably! One man against so many of you! This is outrageous!"
Ras glared at the assembled professors, his eyes never moving to Rob's, afraid that the Hunter would see through them and into his soul. He couldnt have his cover blown the night he arrived. As the shield and water swirled around the Hunter, he was also healed of his wounds and fatigue, Ras not being able to control that magic yet.
"You professors should be ashamed! But, first, I want to know what exactly went on here. I trust you professors to tell me the truth, but, if I must, I will get it out of our friend here..."
Last Edit: Aug 15, 2007 21:29:08 GMT -5 by Ras Alawhara
Post by Merry L. M. Divine on Aug 15, 2007 22:48:14 GMT -5
The blast had not only sent the Deputy Head flying but Merry as well. Unfortunately for Merry, she hit a tree and collapsed on the ground the wind knocked out of her. When Miss Sylph called to see if she was hurt, she couldn't answer at first. However, she did hold up her hand to signal Miss Slyph she was at least going to be ok. At last sat up and took a few deep breaths, hoping to steady her nerves, when a entirely new person came up and demanded to know what was going on and why she was attacking someone.
"I?" she asked bewildered from her position on the ground. "I don't know what is going on, and unless you mean this tree, I have not attacked anyone. Even if the tree were a transfigured someone I still haven't attacked it, I was thrown into it." She would have laughed if it weren't so serious.
Perhaps seeing all these incredible things one after another tonight had been a bit much for Merry, otherwise she would have know very well to keep her mouth shut. She suddenly hoped the others didn't think her brain had been rattled by hitting the tree. She gave a sheepish look suddenly wishing there had been more students out of bed that night.
As if the evening wasn't progressing rapidly enough, time picked up even more. The sphinx shot another riddle at the group at Kat's words. The way to get in. Kat even got the answer quick this time. Not quick enough, however. Before her mind had time to process the action, the Angelus Morti wizard Azrael had apparated into the dome. Kat looked at Sylph, clearly both of them wanting to smack themselves for not trying that earlier. "I didn't even think about trying tha-"
Azrael had disappeared into the dome, and moments late the scenery exploded. Kat saw colorful sparks and hot white light. She felt herself flying back wards, caught completely off guard. The next thing she knew, her head was throbbing painfully and she could feel a trickle of blood coming from her head. She was on the ground, a few fair feet away from where she had been standing. She had hit her head on some tomb, more damage being done to her head than the tomb. She blinked her eyes rapidly, trying to regain her eye sight, as it was blurred extremely. She raised a hand to her temple, blotting the warm liquid that was trickling down her face. Kat lowered her hand to try and see how much blood she had caught on her fingers, but her eyesight was a little to blurred. Putting her hands behind her, she sat herself up, still blinking to regain eyesight.
Figures were moving, voices were talking.
-"Kat! Merry! You lot alright?
-"Tobias, Roan, follow me!"
-"Hurry, we must take Scorpius while we can."
This made Kat jump to her feet. Not ready to aid the professor in fighting Scorpius, but to fight Andrey- and stop him. "Are you OUT OF YOUR GOD-FORSAKEN MIND GREY!?"Kat yelled at him, her balance swaying as her vision remained blurred. She was looking at where the last voice had come from. She would have appeared drunk to someone who was not just in the lightning-induced explosion. Kat would have gladly taken a throbbing hangover headache to the raging, tombstone induced gash in her head.
"ENOUGH! PROTEGO AMPLECTOR! AGUAMAXIMA!"
Kat was suddenly stopped in her attempt to sway angrily toward Grey. By a bubble. Kat couldn't even remember the last time she was so angry. The last thing that could have helped soothe her anger was being trapped in an attempt to attack by a bubble. A bubble. Kat let out a muffled scream and pulled her sword from it's sheath, and swung a few times, blindly and felt the bubble pop. Her vision was getting clearer by the moment as she shifted her direction to the voice talking.
"This is outrageous! You teachers seem to have forgot what you do here! You are not Aurors! Capturing this man, no, fighting this man is a suicide wish! Not only is this extremely stupid, but you also did so dishonorably! One man against so many of you! This is outrageous! You professors should be ashamed! But, first, I want to know what exactly went on here. I trust you professors to tell me the truth, but, if I must, I will get it out of our friend here..."
Kat suddenly regained all her balance, her thoughts turning away from the idiotic professor of Runes, and toward a voice she hadn't heard before. She was walking fast, gliding, toward his outline, him continuing talking as she walked closer. She didn't have to think two seconds about what she was doing. Kat didn't care at the point, as blood ran down the side of her face and her head throbbed, who was on what side. She didn't care where Talon was, where Scorpius was, where Syrus was. She had one objective at that moment.
It took her two seconds to pop the bubble this guy had created, and then two seconds to wind her fist back. She put all her force and muscle into flexing her left fist and forearm and thrust forward, colliding her fist with the guy's nose, hearing it break.
Kat didn't even notice the dull pain rushing to her hand from hitting the guy that hard. She had got down onto one knee, and her wand had been whipped out and was now pointing strait at his neck. "WHAT?!"She roared in outrage. "HOW DARE YOU CALL ME, OR SYLPH FOR THAT MATTER DISHONORABLE! DID YOU EVEN SEE US MOVE TOWARD HIM? I HAVE GOT BETTER THINGS TO DO TONIGHT THAN DIE, YOU DUNGHOLE," Kat paused a second, breathing hard, her eyes rather dilated. She then started laughing in contempt. "You want to know what exactly went on here do you?" The laughing died immediately. 'WHO THE F*CK ARE YOU?" Kat yelled at him. She was so frustrated, and her head was throbbing in pain. She had no idea who this guy was, and the fact he had called her dishonorable was not adding to her likeness for him. Swearing seemed necessary to her at that moment.
Are you, are you Coming to the tree Where I told you to run, so we'd both be free? Strange things did happen here No stranger would it seem If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.
Post by Dominique Contessa on Aug 16, 2007 2:07:48 GMT -5
Dominique Contessa had a way of getting wind of things she wasn't supposed to know about, even when they were very cleverly disguised. However, in this case, the matter had been quite simple really. Her ally, Hector, had been invited to this impromptu meeting at the crypt, and while he himself had declined to attend, the insane witch saw numerous opportunities to scope out her enemies if she could manage to stay undetected.
However, after a near capture in town, Dominique was held up, and now, she arrived what she expected to be fashionably late to spy upon the meeting. She apparated a safe distance away, carefully placed behind a tall mausoleum, but what she saw was exceedingly confusing. A metal dome encased the crypt, guarded by a sphinx, and numerous professors were barred outside. She recognized the swirling hue as Syrus' armor, and she deduced after a few moments of hard thought that she had not been the only uninvited guest to catch wind of this little rendezvous.
The woman was about to take her leave, seeing that the situation was probably too much for her to handle on her own, but what happened next rooted even the fickle, easily distracted witch to the spot. The entire interior of the dome seemed to explode, and after the dust cleared and the armor recollected, she watched, sneaking to the edge of the opening under the guise of a disillusionment charm, as Syrus gathered up the limp form of a blonde-haired man in his arms and fled. However, these few held little interest to the witch. Instead, she saw a golden opportunity lying weakened by the tomb.
With the typical pop she appeared within inches of the Count, quickly popping the healing bubble (which was easy considering the nurse was quite distracted), snatching his wand, and disappearing again. Plutus would not take the man today, it would seem, as Dominique had much bigger plans which she intended to force the weakened man to comply with.
Post by Melia Birchheel on Aug 16, 2007 4:00:50 GMT -5
OOC: not so fast, Windy
Above the crypt, in the branch of a deadened, lightning struck tree - though the appearance of said tree had nothing whatsoever to do with the headmaster below - there was a flutter of silent movement. All this while - even before Scorpius had arrived himself, a small bird - a falcon, actually - no more than a foot long, had been perched. Its feathers were brown and white with a distinctive a pearly band around its neck, and its great, piercing eyes were fixed upon the events below. Not entirely natural behavior, one might say, and they would be right. This was Melia Birchheel in her animagus form. She had received the Count's note and immediately had been intrigued, but the potions mistress was nothing if not cautious. The Count may have been supposed dead for over a year, but he was no doubt still a dangerous character, and Melia had no real idea of his intentions. Thus she had stationed herself well above proceedings, watching and listening. Scorpius had surprised her. She hadn't dreamed that a man thought dead would need to rid himself of the imposition of a government body, but it seemed he did, and he could prove a powerful ally to her - Plutus had to be removed.
She had been about to reveal herself, but in that moment the peregrine noticed movement. Her fellow professors - led by Windwaltz - had appeared, and it was all too obvious why. She shifted her wings slightly, those great dark eyes glaring down at the headmaster. He had sided with Plutus in front of her, but what could she have expected? Wasn't Windwaltz also an ICW representative? Hadn't he come to Spain and lorded over the locals, considering himself their saviour? No one wizard had the right to control Spain, not even one so supposedly noble as Talon - not that Melia herself believed the headmaster could be considered a hero. If a bird could scowl, this one did.
Then things started happening very fast indeed. Fenris Fenrir was shot down by the headmaster, the young wizard clearly mad with power, and then the duel began. Melia knew she had to act, to break up the fight, but how? She still had to maintain the facade that she was not opposed to Plutus and his pseudo-government; how could she been seen to hinder a known ally of the ICW in his attempt to capture a wanted dark wizard? She ruffled her feathers and waited, her bird-brain ticking quickly.
Soon it became clear that everyone involved in the little farce below was a fool. The professors were useless, milling around like ants, trapped outside a dome of sorts created by Syrus; Windwaltz was crazy, motivated by some out of proportion emotion; Korodin should have been trying to prevent the duel, but appeared to be more interested in placing bets on who would triumph. Then, a great explosion, and the dome erupted. The blast blew back the falcon's feathers momentarily, leaving Melia uncharacteristically rather untidy, but still she didn't move, waiting to for the air to clear, waiting for the casualties to be revealed. Almost everybody had been knocked flat on their backs, but the only one now not moving was Windwaltz himself. Fool, she thought scornfully. He has power, but no control. How can he expect to win a duel properly with magic like that? Syrus had scooped up the headmaster, and was rapidly leaving, a girl was ranting, a man had run in and had joined her in futile yelling. Now was the time.
Silently the falcon took flight, a small elegant torpedo that soared easily down to the ground, landing at Scorpius' side and perching behind the main tomb, hidden from sight. There she transfigured herself, and the real nature of the potions mistress was revealed. Her robes were as dark as her hair, which was unusually out of place following the explosion. The light band around the bird's neck turned into a fair necklace of silver and chalcedony while the eyes turned from deep sienna to a fiery yellow - perhaps she should have been a hawk rather than a falcon. Pulling her wand from her robes, she whispered a long incantation under her breath, and everything froze.
Not a soul could move.
It was as if time had halted; all the players in this little drama had been petrified, frozen to the spot. Scorpius was by the tomb of Slytherin, his wand having been snatched. Syrus was mid stride, his back to everyone else, Windwaltz prone in his arms. The teachers were stuck in the middle of getting up, the brown haired girl mid-scowl. Still, the wind continued to move gently through the crypt, the trees still waved their arms in a slow dance, and Melia straightened up, her dark head popping up from her hiding place, her amber eyes staring around at the scene. That woman - the one who had apparated - that had been Dominique Contessa. Formerly a Shadow, her allegiances had obviously changed. Melia cursed loudly though none there would be able to hear her. Scorpius she would not hand in, but Dominique was a different matter. The woman was a sadist, a murdering your mom with a penchant for torture with no definite plan which made her even more dangerous. Melia would gladly kill her, let alone hand her over to Plutus. Still, too late now.
The dark witch strode around the tomb and faced Scorpius, whose eyes were glazed, face frozen. For a brief moment she smiled, but as she lifted her wand it fell, and she tapped the Count hard on the top of the head, releasing him and him alone from the spell.
"It was not I who informed Windwaltz," she said immediately, knowing his thoughts. "The headmaster is dangerously rash, as you can see, and I believe you had something interesting to say. After all, a man such as yourself does not call a meeting merely to discuss the weather." Her tones were pleasantly accented, but her face grim and unreadable. "Now, my dear Count. Why does a dead man need to kill off a government?"
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