Post by Phugsius Charadus on Nov 28, 2009 17:29:20 GMT -5
It had been just days before that she had approached him on the dueling field, insulted him, burned his lunch, and then scurried off. She left him with words that, as arrows, wounded and scarred him and could not be removed by simply tugging at them. After that day nothing seemed to sit right with him. Every little annoyance seemed to get blown out of proportion. Any of the tiniest mistakes were sometimes sent smoldering into cinders.
“I don’t care if you’re a loner. You were plenty fine being around me when you were dogging me to hand over this power to you. Like a sad little puppy following me for a treat. And I finally felt like I could trust you with that power because there needed to be someone to help fight against those damn vampires! But instead all I did was hand over the reins of destruction to a stupid child.”
Phugsius was getting more and more fed up. Maybe it was his elementalism provoking him, but it would be a cold day in the depths of hell before someone spoke to him in such a fashion. The words she had said were not justified in his eyes. Not in the slightest. Maybe he had just walked off with a "thank you" and "I'll see you around", but that didn't mean she couldn't have made an effort. It was time to stand up for himself.
“If I ever find that you hurt somebody with this because you are an impudent fool who doesn’t have the sense to learn from his teacher then I swear I will make you pay. You wanted to learn the true nature of fire, well I’ll make you burn at the slightest whisper.”
The pale moon light engulfed the darkly dressed Phugsius as he stood in front of the door to what he could only assume was Roan's home. It could have only been around dinner time as Phugsius had spent his time after lunch brooding over the words that were scorched into the very depths of his mind. Night was coming out earlier along with the cold weather. He wore his dragon-scale cloak tonight because the Slytherin had come with the intent to learn, but perhaps not in the way Roan intended to teach.
Raising his wand slowly to the closed door of Roans home he muttered a single word, "reducto" A light burst from his holly wand and the door of the house exploded from it's hinges sending wooden shrapnel in various directions. Taking a few quick strides up to the house he voiced a greeting, "Knock, Knock".
“I don’t care if you’re a loner. You were plenty fine being around me when you were dogging me to hand over this power to you. Like a sad little puppy following me for a treat. And I finally felt like I could trust you with that power because there needed to be someone to help fight against those damn vampires! But instead all I did was hand over the reins of destruction to a stupid child.”
Phugsius was getting more and more fed up. Maybe it was his elementalism provoking him, but it would be a cold day in the depths of hell before someone spoke to him in such a fashion. The words she had said were not justified in his eyes. Not in the slightest. Maybe he had just walked off with a "thank you" and "I'll see you around", but that didn't mean she couldn't have made an effort. It was time to stand up for himself.
“If I ever find that you hurt somebody with this because you are an impudent fool who doesn’t have the sense to learn from his teacher then I swear I will make you pay. You wanted to learn the true nature of fire, well I’ll make you burn at the slightest whisper.”
The pale moon light engulfed the darkly dressed Phugsius as he stood in front of the door to what he could only assume was Roan's home. It could have only been around dinner time as Phugsius had spent his time after lunch brooding over the words that were scorched into the very depths of his mind. Night was coming out earlier along with the cold weather. He wore his dragon-scale cloak tonight because the Slytherin had come with the intent to learn, but perhaps not in the way Roan intended to teach.
Raising his wand slowly to the closed door of Roans home he muttered a single word, "reducto" A light burst from his holly wand and the door of the house exploded from it's hinges sending wooden shrapnel in various directions. Taking a few quick strides up to the house he voiced a greeting, "Knock, Knock".