Felix was wearing shorts and a white muggle t-shirt with bold letters that said “MODEST MOUSE” (referring to a very strange muggle rock band that he had taken a liking too). His hair had grown a lot over the summer and desperately needed to be cut. That, or be hacked short with a machete. He could have given himself a haircut with a spell he had seen in a fashion magazine, but he liked the new look.
Felix was wearing shorts and a white muggle t-shirt with bold letters that said “MODEST MOUSE” (referring to a very strange muggle rock band that he had taken a liking too). His hair had grown a lot over the summer and desperately needed to be cut. That, or be hacked short with a machete. He could have given himself a haircut with a spell he had seen in a fashion magazine, but he liked the new look.
what the hell
what the hell. -------------
Willow ignored Felix, eyes focused on the dragon that was now turning towards her. Well. That'd been what she was trying to do, right? Still, there was something about the metal jaws looming closer that made Willow wonder how bright of an idea this was. Then again, nothing she did lately made much sense. At least she wasn't feeling entirely suicidal, like a couple of months ago . . . Better.
Much better. Anywho. The dragon. Yeah. That big . . . thing. At that moment she felt the pain ebb - what the hell was with all the stuff directed at her, seriously? - as the giant hand fell to dust. Relieved, Willow scrambled away from the dust, hoping Felix would take the damn moment to shoot some kind of major spell at that thing.
ANTiSiN: RUN LIKE A FAT KID
Fortunately running like a fat kid after chocolate wasn't needed. The dragon was . . . going a different . . . direction.
what the hell
Then, a spell she hadn't heard in a very long time rang through the air. Willow felt her breath catch in her throat, but there was no time. No time to see who it was aimed, now time for anything but to haul. The air sizzled with the spell, and Willow shuddered, hitting the ground with little more than a yelp. A scent of burning filled the air, and her hand tightened on a shard of stone, a piece of rock that had shattered on the spell's impact.
Ironically, Willow could hear Felix somewhere off, shouting. Casting spells. At least he'd do okay. Willow had no doubts Felix could handle himself. That bucket of bolts wouldn't last forever.
"Do you need help?”
She could hear it at the back of her mind, and it might have made her giggle. Might have. The air had blurred with the spell. Why had he thrown it at her? Did he think that would hurt Mustang somehow? The Shade must have known something the lycan didn't. Maybe he was just really pissed at her. That could be it . . . A shard from the rubble stabbed in to her knee - the one Kestrel had ripped apart all that time ago. Funny.
Funny how it didn't hurt all that much.
Willow had seen alot of Death. Too much, really, both aimed at herself and at others. For a moment the gust of the spell reminded her of another death wind - flames cast from a friend. Violence was a lovely companion to adventure, to life. Insert more sappy shit here. Feeling numb, Willow lay flat on the ground for a moment, unbreathing. Unseeing.
Then she opened her eyes, sat up, and threw that rock.
Post by Phugsius Charadus on Jul 29, 2010 8:22:50 GMT -5
"Wingardium Leviosa!" Cried Phugsius Charadus as the Slytherin prefect ran out from a side alley and over some rubble, wand drawn. A large chunk of rubble flew from underneath the dragon and smashed against it's chest shattering the rubble in an attempt to disrupt the lunge it made at the mayor.
Phugsius Charadus had been meandering around town contemplating the last year of his life. He had spent most of it under the influence of whatever had put him in there. It was such a strange place too. He had realized a few days in he had never eaten. He had never needed to eat when he was in that cell. Where had he been? What had happened while he was away? Surely someone should have noticed his disappearance aside from Niobe and Seraphinus. If that wasn't the case he truly led a very sad existence.
Sitting on a bench Phugsius gazed at the town around him. It didn't seem like too much had changed, minus the one empty lot in the town now. Sitting back Phugsius held his hands behind his head and began looking around for anyone from the school.
"TOWN DEFENSE PLAN C! PLAN C! YOU KNOW THE DRILL!"
Phugsius had never heard of this drill. What was happening exactly?
"YOU HEARD ME. I NEED ALL HANDS ON DECK. SET UP A PERIMETER AROUND THE THING IN THE SQUARE. KEEP IT THERE, KEEP IT FROM THE HOMES. IF THERE IS SOMEONE CONTROLLING IT DO NOT ENGAGE THEM UNTIL I ARRIVE."
Something big was going down and Phugsius was a long way away from the square. Time to start running...
The black haired student heaved from the long distance he had just run. His wand was still aimed up at the dragon. From the corner of his eye Phugsius noticed the shade. The mayor would have to take care of him. Right now what mattered was getting the dragons attention.
"Well if you don't have any fire of your own allow me to show you mine!" A look of anger passed over the boy's face as the natural pull of his fire bellowed deep from within him. A wave of fire burst from the tip of Phugsius' wand and went flying toward the dragon.
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