Megan only stayed still and watched as the exchange of words took place. So, it was Fenris Fenrir? The one Quintin had been talking about many months before? He had managed to defeat him with party decorations, so how was it he had now killed someone? Surely he couldn't be that bad?
Professor Hawkins seemed to want to bring everything to a standstill, take the course of action which required the most common sense. But, Meg realised as her green eyes narrowed slightly, that also meant putting the students of the school in danger. Was that really what he wanted? If it was, it meant he wasn't putting the students first. Surely as a Professor that was his job?
Then Sylph spoke again. It looked as though she wasn't dropping the cause at all, which Megan held nothing but admiration for. The older girl had always been something akin to a hero in the brunette's eyes, and never more so than now. When she spoke to Aednat and three others, Megan's eyebrows shot up. "Don't you dare think you're leaving me behind!" The second year spoke up. Sure, she was young, sure she didn't have that much magical experience. However, what she and most of the other Gryffindor's held was determination.
Glancing over to Ferris once again, the nervous boy that he was, Meg gave him a little nod of encouragement. Surely he wouldn't allow himself to be left behind. Maybe now it was the time to prove himself....off the Quidditch field.
Matilda had been totally mute since her arrival at the scene. No one had taken notice of her, it appeared no one even knew she was there. Maybe that was how the pink-haired girl wanted it? Possibly. But one thing she did know was that she wanted to help out. Maybe then she would make friends if she did something the majority of the school was involved in? And if it did the school some good, too...
Oh, but could she really bring herself to hurt another? Matilda had never so much as exchanged a harsh word with another before.... yet, if she didn't, how much danger would the school be in? The place she had begun to call home?
Swallowing nervously, she weighed up her options. She didn't really want to kill another, and yet how could she sit back and do nothing whilst the school was in potential danger off a beast that had killed? Revenge was not a word in Matilda's vocabulary, but peace most definitely was.
Clearing her throat, silvery eyes took on a nervous shine as the purple haired girl who appeared to be in charge asked who would join her. First, a young looking Gryffindor spoke up, saying she wasn't being left behind. As an echo to that, Matilda announced, albeit a little shakily: "Count me in."
OOC: Oh my goodness, so far behind…I am just going to have to ignore a lot of people here for the sake of actually being able to post
BIC:
More and more people were coming to heed Sylph’s call. There were a myriad of students and of creatures all blazing and willing to fight this enemy in the name of a girl some of them didn’t even know. Roan just stood there by Sylph, keeping quiet and trying to keep the flames within her tame, now that she had been able to place a name to this murderer. Fenris. Why am I not surprised, after all they had been through…She thought quietly to herself, closing her eyes and letting a few tears back before grabbing the reins of her emotions and jerking on them hard. This wasn’t the time to be crying for a lost friend. For now, the Hufflepuff just kept her tongue still as she stood by Sylph and the dragons, not meeting anyone’s eyes and just waiting for their chance to move out. That was until Anil had the nerve to address James Mustang in such a fashion. Her hazel eyes flipped up at the Professor, still blazing and she shook her head in deadly slowness, before she could open her mouth though, her friend was already going off.
There was a moment of torment in the girl’s mind as Sylph called them to arms basically to hunt Fenris. There were students here who had never seen the beast, who had never felt the terror well up in them when they stood before him. Many of them didn’t even know if they could stand before the creature without turning tail. Did they think it was some tame wolf, small and easy to fight? And also, many of them didn’t even know Hayzie Roberts, or had never heard of her. Why were they so willing to go and hunt this person down? That made a shiver run down her spine as she wondered if her school just had a taste for battle. It didn’t matter what she thought anyways, she was going regardless.
She walked over to Hawkins for a moment getting close so he could hear her. “I am surprised that you are not joining this hunt Hawkins.” She put deadly emphasis on that word. “But then I guess you remain ignorant of the past as always. Maybe you should keep in touch with your family, if your cold heart will allow you.” Of course Roan was referring to Aylen and what had happened long ago with Angelus Morti, that apparently he still didn’t know about. Let him take points, be angry, put her in detention, she didn’t care. Roan was angry right now that he would dare think to keep them where they were when they had something to do.
Turning around she walked back towards Sylph, the dragons on her heels. “Of course, as always, I am with you Sylph. Time to make the mad man pay.”
If this is to end in fire Then we shall all burn together Watch the flames climb high into the night
Post by Yamaroshi Riel on Dec 13, 2006 14:59:35 GMT -5
Now, Yamaroshi was listening in completely, his sympathy directed toward the teacher. His face grimaced slightly with disgust. This is bullshit, came a the voice of Kamaroshi.
I know, the boy replied simply. From what he understood, somebody who wasn't from the school was trying to rally a group of students to hunt a murderer. Why were these students thinking it their place to bring law and order? There were authorities for that. It was their job to hunt down murderous mad men. Students were supposed to study at school to become witches and wizards, and if they so wished, they could join the authorities, then it would be okay. But this was wrong.
Now he was beginning to contemplate actually interrupting. This was obviously a stubborn bunch, and the only sensible one was alone in his position. Still, nobody in the group knew who he was, so it would be better not to simply jump in.
Things were quite dull now, especially after all those fun little playmates of his- “Shadows”, or whatever they called themselves, had departed. No one seemed to notice that he, while being a professor, never felt inclined to actually hold any classes and as such he just went right on living at the castle completely ignored. If something didn’t happen soon, he figured; he might have to make something interesting happen all by his lonesome self, which just wouldn’t be as fun as meddling in someone else’s problems.
Of course it was then that he heard, as so many others had, that wonderful call: “People of Firefox! I ask you to come to me! One of our own has been murdered! Hayzie Roberts is dead, slain by a madman, a killer we would all see rid of, given the chance. This is the chance! Together we will drive him out, and avenge countless people's deaths. Firefox, join me!”
What joy he felt, hurrying fast as he may to find the source of this rallying cry. A joy that was compounded many times over as he approached the dueling field and saw, to his elation, the whiney girl’s winged beasties assembled nice and neatly just for him.
It seemed at first that no one seemed inclined to notice him, save a couple anxious first years who had turned up to see what all the commotion was about, whom shied away from his quite imposing figure. This was much to his disappointment, yet the current topic on the central conversation seemed to be a fellow professor arguing against some girl atop one of the winged beasties and the whiney girl herself.
Finally, it seems as though the first girl had addressed Orifiel directly "Who else among you will join me?!" she said, rising her voice as if to override the professor who seemed disinclined to agree to her cause.
“Oh, do your dear professor a favor and pick me!” Orifiel said, waving a hand energetically to draw attention to himself. Certain that he had achieved some modicum of the current spotlight, he quite cheerily looked at the professor, “For starters, go back to lurking in your office, little prude.” he said with a broad smile, “Let all the little boys and girls have their fun time in peace; either join in or shove off.”
“But as for you,” he said, whipping out a finger and pointing it at Roan, “INSOLENCE!” he shouted, his voice booming and causing a few more students to shy away from him, “I believe 25 points from your house will suffice for that.”
“But back on track,” he continued without pause, addressing no one in particular, “You see, it seems to me that there’s a little party going on. Now, I don’t mean to make assumptions, but I’ll take a gander that my written invitation must have gotten lost in the mail, otherwise I would be very saddened that you would forget to invite your favorite professor of all….. But the problem is, whether you all have invitations or not, this show’s got quite a bit of terribly inappropriate material involved so I’m afraid I’ll have to bar all children from admittance.”
“Of course, who am I to tell you what you can and can’t do?” he asked, shrugging slightly to show his little power over their decisions, “All I can say is that it’ll lose your house quite a few points to continue on with your foolish actions, so I would deeply consider the consequences before making any impulse-driven actions.”
He actually had, if anything, done Sylph a favor right there, as it would insure that only those with deep enough resolve- or hatred, would rally to her banner, thus she would not find her strength cut drastically midway in when half her enlisted students realized that there might be repercussions and took off on her. With this thought in mind it was that he finally addressed Sylph directly, “You’re barely of age yourself, aren’t you? So shouldn’t you have a chaperone accompany you?” he asked, smiling cheerily as though this all were only some sort of party, “Of course,” he continued, “If there’s one thing everyone should always remember, it’s that you can’t get something for nothing. Now, I wouldn’t ask for much in order to lend a helping hand, but I fear the price might be a bit to much for some of those with weaker resolve.” he finished, looking pointedly at Roan while awaiting a suitable response to his somewhat outlandish statements.
Post by Yamaroshi Riel on Dec 14, 2006 1:13:34 GMT -5
As each person began to speak, Yamaroshi's anxiety increased. Apparently, these students were actually stupid enough to go through with this. Though irritated by the students' comments, he was not prepared for the next comment.
An excited voice called out and expressed his eagerness to be involved. It was a professor, as he had broadcast to the group. Why the hell would a professor encourage something like this? The disturbed Yamaroshi crumpled his face even more as the man flaunted his blatant eagerness for excitement, but was slowly put more to ease when he realized that the teacher was not encouraging this expedition, but rather, offering his service to keep the students from being so rash.
Still, Yamaroshi was not happy. The teacher was obviously not going to do more than take away points from houses and slap wrists for engaging in the 'impulse-driven actions' as he called them.
Now, Yamaroshi was part of the cluster of people. He positioned himself next to the first professor, as he was the one who's position Yamaroshi felt was most agreeable.
OOC: Orifiel, nice post!
Last Edit: Dec 14, 2006 1:16:39 GMT -5 by Yamaroshi Riel
While the study of magical creatures had never been his best subject, Anil knew Sylph’s dragon would not be taking his side any time soon. His stormy grey scales and muffled thunder growls were evidence enough of that. As fierce dragons were, however, Anil still stood his ground, seemingly unaffected. Like most people, he wouldn’t relish picking fights with the scaly beasts, but there was something more at stake here than his brawling preferences.
As the crowd around them grew larger, the flame-haired professor became increasingly aware of the odds weighing heavily against him. Nevertheless, it was nothing new to the ex-auror. Fate had quarreled with him ever since he could remember, and he would continue to fight it until he died. Life hadn’t thrown him anything he couldn’t deal with yet.
Finally, after a few interruptions, Sylph’s eagerly awaited turn to speak came. She spoke with anger and passion, and there was more reason backing her voice than Mustang had managed. With every word she grew taller, her posture straightening. With every word her resolve strengthened, her expression more determined. Accusations of cowardice hammered against him, charges of weakness threatened to tear him down; but it seemed Sylph could have been speaking to a stone wall. Her barbed words found no hold on Anil.
However, someone else’s comment found the weakness in that unforgiving barrier.
Roan Aliagh had gone too far. Anil’s hand shot out, yanked the girl around, and struck her forcefully across the face. “Don’t you ever speak to me that way again.” His voice was low, trembling with suppressed anger. The gaze now drilling into the Hufflepuff Prefect had turned steel cold. His vise-like grip was clamped on the girl’s shoulder, his fingers digging onto her. It would take a blind man not to see that it was taking every last bit of Anil’s self-restraint not to obliterate the impudent Hufflepuff. Roan did not seem to realize that her heckling remarks had tapped into a dike already dangerously close to bursting. No deduction of House points, no detention would be enough to placate the wrath that was now boiling in the flame-haired man’s veins. Despite what the observers of the situation might have thought, Anil knew full well what Roan was referring to and what she presumed he did not know. “You have no idea what lies in my heart.”
Just as things seemed to reach their peak, the arrival of Orifiel sent tensions shooting up further than before. Visibly bristling at the Nephilim’s remark, Anil shoved Roan away from him harder than was necessary and said nothing as Orifiel claimed Hufflepuff’s house points. This was just a game to him. The flame-haired man’s fists alternately opened and clenched. They wanted so badly to make contact with that pale, smug face, to put a stranglehold around the Nephilim’s neck. Anil’s hate for the Nephilim could not have flamed fiercer than it was already blazing at that moment. With a few simple statements, the tables had completely turned on him. He had his own reasons for keeping the students at bay, merely taking the stance of a strict rule-abider to better thwart Sylph O’Dell’s plans. Orifiel may have gotten rid of most of them for him, but the ones that were left would be much less easily persuaded. The time for words was over. It was now time for action.
A boy stood near him, as if to support Professor Hawkins’ argument. He clearly felt that Orifiel’s methods were too mild. However, Anil’s own approach may well be too extreme. The Charms Professor no longer had an argument--only purpose. That purpose had never been to protect the students. The dam had broken.
“If I cannot persuade you to turn your backs on your own volition,” he snarled viciously, “Then I will be forced to do it this way!” A roaring wind whipped through the area, ripping leaves from trees, uprooting branches and brush, tearing stone from the earth. Anil’s shape was twisting, changing, stretching higher, taller. He was growing to nearly ten times his normal size and still he grew. Fingers elongated; for a split second there was nothing but bone. Then it began fleshing out, auburn red feathers swirling about with magical energy. It wasn’t long before his final form revealed itself. Standing almost fifty feet in height and with a wingspan of more than one hundred feet, Anil--or what had been Anil--let out a challenging, screeching cry that shook the very foundations of the earth. At last he revealed his trump card: Anil was an Animagus. He was the fierce bird of legend, the perilous creature rumored to carry off elephants for its supper. He was a Great Rukh.
Post by Professor O'Conner on Dec 15, 2006 0:26:22 GMT -5
OOC: *Cough* sorry I'm late, my invitation got lost in a rainstorm.
IC: Ashelle had just finished showering, and was scrutinizing her *cough*evil*cough* perfectly normal curves in the mirror once more. Stupid hormones, she thought, isn't there anything that will halt their *cough*Insidious*cough* perfectly normal inexorable conquest of my poor body? She poked the very small fatty deposit on her hip and her frown deepened. This is totally not fair! Why don't boys have to go though this? I must ask Sylph next time I see her. At that moment Ashelle heard a booming call from the direction of the Dueling Field, where she ran every other day.
“People of Firefox! I ask you to come to me!"
Uh oh, thought Ashelle. She immediately grabbed her fur-lined silk bathrobe and proceeded to hide in her wardrobe. there was NO WAY she was getting involved in any . . .
One of our own has been murdered!
Ashelle paused, her foot lifted in readiness to step into the wardrobe and out of any involvement. If it was someone she didn't know or care for . . . please let it be someone she didn't know or care for . . .
Hayzie Roberts is dead, slain by a madman, a killer we would all see rid of, given the chance. This is the chance! Together we will drive him out, and avenge countless people's deaths. Firefox, join me!”
"Bloody-" and Ashelle used the new Pureblood swear that she'd over heard one of the older Slytherins say. In fact she used it a few times. She'd known something was up the moment she'd gotten into the shower. To tell the truth she'd taken a shower in order to drive out the feeling of dread that had threatened to over take her. She'd blamed the hormones as she usually did now-a-days.
If my outfit doesn't fit I can't go. She told herself as she stepped into her Hunters Leathers, and pulled on her boots. It seemed as if the outfit was growing with her, unfortunately. If my sword isn't sharp or my other supplies are low, I can't go. She promised herself as she easily sliced the practice dummy in two with the move Kezaa had shown her.
As she loaded her other weapons, she pondered whether to bring the Lycanthropic guns as well as the holy water and the stake rifle. She had just made up with Fenris Fenrir after all, and if this madman fled into his forest she didn't want him to get the wrong idea . . . In the end she decided to take them. After all it could be a different Were or Lycan and she didn't want to be unprepared. Lastly she secured her wand in it's leg holster.
As she walked out to the field it came to her again and again how this was her Hayzie, one of the only ones who was welcoming to her at MH, one who almost took an invitation to come see her at Rainier Castle, one who had played that scary Manticore trick at the Welcoming Feast at the start of her first year at Firefox. Each and every time she forced these memories aside. Sylph wanted revenge (though the tone was unfamiliar, the voice it self could have only belonged to her) and revenge was a dish best served cold. No one knew that better than a Hunter.
Atlast she arrived at the field only to hear form many people that the one the hunted was none other than Fenris Fenrir, who's feelings she had just considered so tenderly! "That Bloody Half-Breed-," again she swore in true Pureblood style, causing some of the younger students to stare at her like she'd just used such language before all their grandmothers. The all moved away from her, for they noticed the angry Pureblood had a multitude of weapons about her. This made it easy for her to walk to the frount of the group, where Professor No-show Orifiel was saying something about points being taken away. Ashelle rolled her eyes.
"Friends are worth more than points, Professor," she told him takening a breath to cool her temper. She looked waaaay up at Sylph next. "Sylph I can see you're all ready to get that beast except for one thing. 'Revenge is a dish best served cold.' In the Hunter world that doesn't mean the body of the target, it means your own temper and frame of mind. You Think you are cold and calm now, but I can sense it, you could be calmer. Take a deep breath and concentrate on your goal, not the reason behind it, if you'd be so kind. If I lost you too, I don't think I could bear it."
Here Ashelle voice slipped for a moment, as if a sob were trying to force it's way out. However she quickly did what she was asking Sylph to do, took a deep breath, concentrated, calmed her nerves and froze her emotions. She then looked back up at Sylph and cocked one of the Lycanthopic guns.
"Lets hunt some Lycan!"
However, at that very moment, something happened that Ashelle had been sure she'd never see again. The other Professor who had come, Charms Teacher Anil Hawkins suddenly began to transform. "holy crap," said Ashelle under her breath, "HIT THE DECK!!!!" She screamed aloud, and ran forward for protection from Sylphs Dragon. She wasn't sure how much it would give if it's growing anger was any clue but, there was NO BLOODY WAY IN ALL CREATION she was gonna let Anil the Rukh try and tear her up. At least Sylph would tell her dragon no for hurting Ashelle. She had a sinking feeling that while Anil MIGHT rot in Azkaban for killing her, he wouldn't regret one second of it.
OOC: Sorry Dude, I must have been posting at the same time as you. But there I've fixed it. ;D
Before she could suitably go along with her plan, just follow Sylph on this hunt, she was so rudely interrupted. The harsh feeling of Anil’s hand across her face was not unexpected, and she just bit back any reaction to the burn that remained there. When he decided to dig his fingers into her shoulder she met his gaze, fire on steel, and being the stubborn one she was, she refused to back down as she did. He would not reprimand her like this. When she was let go, Roan quickly opened her mouth to respond, fully prepared to fight Hawkins in this verbally…but then there was another arrival. One that made her blood run cold and her anxiety mount. Orifiel may have been welcome to others, but he was not to Roan. In the now destroyed North Tower he had tried to steal her dragons, and he had poisoned her with a truth serum in an attempt to get the making process out of her. Now she was worried about him here, and instinctively stood in front of Aiden and Song to shield them from view. Fiery hazel eyes remained on Orifiel as he spoke.
She had to grind her teeth to keep from yelling at him, to keep from warning Sylph about what he could do to them. But she didn’t, she held her tongue at first not wanting to put them in any jeopardy. Nephilim were not to be messed with, that was for sure. And for now she wanted to hear his price. If they could get his help…then maybe this would be worth the while, but if his price was too outrageous, then they may have an issue on their hands. When he directed his gaze towards her after a derogatory comment, she just narrowed her eyes and clenched her fists. Let’s see who has the weaker resolve. She thought angrily, about ready to lose her control on her silence.
But yet another kink was put into the plan.
The problem got…feathery…
It was not surprising that Anil was resorting to drastic measures in order to get them to stop this, but she never saw this coming. Roan allowed herself to gasp allowed at the giant bird that flew before them that was their Charms Professor. She was one of the ones who did not know he possessed this ability, and it did indeed frighten her a bit. Shit. She thought angrily, hearing Ashelle call out to get down. Maybe she could talk some reason into the red head…or get him away from the group so that they could join the hunt…Man, this was gonna suck…
Roan took a deep breath before walking out further, keeping her eyes on the giant bird, folding her hands behind her back and lighting them with fire so that she had it in her hands if she wanted to attack. “Well at least you have some talent there to make up for the lack of a heart.” She began hoarsely, fear evident in her voice that she was quelling as she went. “You would think a man would want to get revenge on the beast that nearly killed his brother. Or maybe you just don’t care about Aylen as much, and are content to let that damage to him go un-avenged. Well guess what, some of us care Anil, some of us know what the right thing to do is. And all of us here who answered this call know in our hearts that it is the right thing to do to go after Fenris right now. We were born with gut feelings and actual emotions. You are just a cold heartless bastard who is so single minded and narcissistic that he cannot fathom that others would care for another person.” Oh what the hell are you doing Roan…she thought to herself, but still holding her ground in front of the bird.
Come on Sylph, don’t dally, get Orifiel to come along and go! She thought, knowing that they couldn’t wait for Anil to grant them passage. “At least if we go here and we fight Fenris and we get injured and we die…at least we weren’t cowards. At least we weren’t afraid to do the right thing Hawkins.”
If this is to end in fire Then we shall all burn together Watch the flames climb high into the night
OOC: thank the gods, I am finally posting! Let's see how much I can actually respond to, shall we? Also, lovely post Orifiel. Very very nice.
Murmurs from the crowd. Murmurs of doubt, mumbles of disbelief, whispers of fear and a few, not many, but a few stronger words of assent. Sylph knew that this is how her trip would play out, it was what she needed. A few strong people to aid her. She didn't want the school traipsing after her, it was too dangerous for them; more people would only end up snared in some trap of the wood, or end up slashed in two by ravening jaws. Baleful green eyes turned hither and thither through the crowd spotting likely candidates, passing over others, refusing the offers of help from those she deemed to young or too weak or nervous. A pink haired girl Sylph did not recognise stepped forward, pledging her allegiance, and by her side, Roan too asserted her position, after a few poorly chosen words aimed at the Charms Professor. Sylph knew it was a bad decision, and that it would only get the Hufflepuff girl in trouble, but her primary concern was the wait she was having to endure.
Did these people not understand? The longer Sylph hung around doing nothing, the more likely she was to crack, her will to break down and her resolve crumble leaving nothing but a gibbering wreck. Sylph would not forgive herself if that happened. A heavy lump appeared in her throat as she contemplated letting it all happen, but she knew she would not let herself dissolve, not when revenge was at hand. She needed to keep busy, to do what she knew. And what she knew was leading, was fighting. Hayzie's memory demanded it.
But others, it seemed, did not see it that way.
For a moment as the divination professor stood bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet, waving his arm in the air, Sylph was almost sure that she felt an oddly unfamiliar emotion. She knew it most of the time, but this day it had been forgotten. Was it humor? Amusement? Either way, it did not register on her face or in her soul, and she watched mutely as the seven foot teacher took centre stage.
She had to hand it to him, she really did. Orifiel had done her an enormous favour with his little speech, and, for a split second, a smile hung at one of the corners of her mouth in response. In the next, it vanished as he addressed her. Looking his tall frame up and down, Sylph assessed him with her usual briskness, speed which was out of place in this - at least as it appeared to her - morbidly slow environment, no expression showing on her blood spattered features. What did he mean by 'price'? Sylph stared unfathomably at him for a moment, and then realised the flicker of his eyes was directed at Roan. What was he after? The dragons? Sylph lowered her gaze, noticing the increased vibrations in Leucetios' belly, all of his ire and restrained fire directed at the professor. That was enough for her.
"You should stay, Professor Orifiel," she stated calmly and politely. "The students will need your help, I deem. And with you I fear there would be too many," she added as Ashelle rushed up and added her voice to the crowd. "Too many cooks, and all that - " she was cut off as a sharp noise down by the Stormstrike's grey neck disturbed her. Looking down in what would normally been considered horror, Sylph stared at Anil Hawkins, that fury once more kindled and blazing. How dare he strike a student? Sylph's very being bristled, wand twitching in her hand once again, longing to blast him unconscious, but that was before he started to change.
Oh my...
A great red and gold being, all massive auburn feathers stretched out from where Anil had been stood. Sylph watched silently without an ounce of shock on her features. She had seen Anil's animagus form before, on the battlefield it had been, but from much further away. Up close the Ruhk was so much more... impressive. Sylph decided to change tack.
"On second thoughts, Professor," she said, addressing Orifiel quickly, trying to keep her voice light and in keeping with his own. "One professor at least would be welcome on our little jaunt. Just once condition; we leave now.
"Roan!" She called now, yelling commandingly at the brunette who still held her ground before the giant animagus. "We're leaving! Aednat, James, Miles, Ash, and anyone else who wants to, let's go already!" Hauling a few of the afore mentioned people up on to the back of her fiery steed, careful to avoid the long spines, Sylph nudged Leucetios' scaly sides, causing him to spread forth his great wings, dwarfed though they were by the Ruhk's own, and lifted off, gliding gracefully low to the ground so anyone else could keep up.
Sylph didn't know what the hell Anil was playing at, nor at that moment did she care. All she wanted was revenge. Cold steel threaded her body, granite filling her bones. She was strong, and she would be victorious. Silently summoning the East wind, Eurus, she caused a great gust behind them, far greater than the one used by the Ruhk, blocking off any followers.
Post by Professor O'Conner on Dec 16, 2006 6:39:58 GMT -5
Ashelle felt relief as she was given a hand up onto the dragons back, away from his claws. If this had been any other time she'd have wondered about how Sylph and tamed such a large beast but now it didn't matter. During the flight to the forest Ashelle double checked her guns and triple checked her emotions, as the sob was continuing to fight it's way to the surface. Never before had it been so hard to keep her feeling down.
Best served cold, best served cold She repeated in her mind, like a manta. It calmed her heated insides and kept her focused. At this moment she couldn't imagine how she could have ever though to stay in her room. Besides the Fact that Fenrir had killed friends before, he had on two occasions tried to take her out as well. What in Goddesses name had caused her to even THINK of forgiving him?
As they neared the forest, Ashelle suddenly realized she'd never tracked a Lycan to their den. She'd heard it could be as dangerous as Confronting a Cobra in their hole. She knew how to track and all but how to find the track in the first place? it was a large forest after all. "Sylph, do you know where he entered the forest? I can only find him if I have a track to work with . . . Unless we are going to let Miles find him . . . "
Apparently she hadn't been heard. Crossing her arms as Sylph began reelng off a list of names, Meg shrugged and counted herself under Anyone else that wants to come along. Okay, maybe the young Gryffindor hadn't known Hayzie, but she had been into her shop a few times and knew that she had been a Gryffindor too when she was at school.
Wasn't that enough? Protect your own and all that.
Patting her wand in the pocket of her school cloak, green eyes watched the dragon, Sylph still aboard, fly towards the forest, keeping low to the ground. Ashelle, a girl she didn't know so well, had followed Sylph, and the brunette knew the others listed would go, too. They'd need help, surely? Wouldn't they?
Was there any way Meg could just sit back and let everyone go with the possibility of being in danger she could help them out of...
Standing up straighter, Meg mentally kicked herself into action. Standing there dileberating wasn't going to do any good now, was it? The kick seemed to set her legs moving too and she began following the other two girls.
Now who was it that said Gryffindors acted before they thought?
A lot seemed to be happening all in one go, and so fast, Matilda was finding it difficult to keep up. People seemed to be showing up left right and centre, and everyone had different opinions. The red-headed Professor had disappeared, leaving an animal in its wake - who would have guessed he was an animagus? - and another had shown up wanting to come along, too.
The question possibly in the minds of a lot of people would have been what the cause they were fighting for was. Was it revenge? Personal safety? Maybe it was different from each person. Matilda's reasoning was deicided long before. If she was going to stay here, she was damn well going to feel safe, and yet she didn't just want to sit back, relax, and let other people do the dirty work for her.
Similar sentiments seemed to be going through a young girl's mind as she hesitated before heading off after the other two that had already headed towards the forest. Breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth in a vain effort to comfort herself, Matilda looked around the group, perhaps waiting for Roan, Aednat, Miles, James and Ash, whoever they were, to go into the forest first. Safety in numbers and all that jazz. It would surely be safer if a number of them went into the forest.
Swallowing and shuffling her feet, Matilda toyed with maybe staying behind. Was she sure this was what she actually wanted to do?
Chicken she taunted herself, causing silvery eyes to scrunch shut as she pulled the hair elastic off her wrist and tied her hair back into a high, scruffy ponytail. "Time to go, Matilda," she whispered to herself, putting a run in her step. It was time to kick some ass.
A nervous jolt shook Ferris to his boots every time someone spoke. First Professor Hawkins, then Sylph, Roan, Professor Orifiel... every single voice that added itself to the debate raging increased the tension tenfold. It was almost too much for the poor lad to bear, but bear it he did and stood his ground resolutely, standing close to Megan his fellow Gryffidnor. Then, as he knew it would, the call came from Sylph for those who were willing to join her. Ferris trembled miserably. He wished her were brave like Sylph or talented enough in magic like Roan or experienced in battle like James and Aednat, but he was none of those things. He was just a nervous mess of a boy, useless in a situation like this one. At his side, even little Megan voiced her determination against the advice of the two professors, and Ferris felt shamed. It was not out of cowardice he remained silent, just out of the knowledge he would not be any use, and most likely hinder Sylph in her quest rather than help.
Just as the mousy boy was contemplating what to do, Professor Hawkins slapped Roan across the face. Ferris was aghast. How could a teacher do that to a pupil? An anger he had never before felt rose inside him, and along with a few other members of the crowd threw insults at the Charms teacher. That was before the Charms teacher shot upwards and outwards and became... feathered. The crowd was silenced, and in that moment the division lines came down. All those on the castle side of the Ruhk were trapped, unable to reach Sylph even if they wanted to. Ferris and Megan and a few others though, slipped under the wings of the great bird just in time, and so were given the final, terrible choice.
Megan had clearly made up her mind, and part of Ferris longed to join her, but he knew better. Now was not the time; Sylph and other, more experienced people were best left to it, nor could Ferris bear to have one of his few friends killed today. One ex-Gryffindor was dead, no others should join her. So it was that as the pink haired girl rushed off muttering, Ferris grabbed Megan by the hand, preventing her from moving with a steady strength that surprised even him. As she turned to him, her face most likely filled with anger and hatred, Ferris shook his head slowly, just once, swallowing hard as he did so.
"Not you," he said softly, barely audible above the din of the wind and the screeching cries of the Ruhk, desperate to find words to convince her. Watery blue eyes flickered a moment, before he finally hit on it. "We need to help the people staying here," he said simply. "Sylph can handle things better with fewer people, but we can be of some good here, don't you think?"
Even the most timid of creatures has survival instincts.
Suddenly, something pulled Megan back, something she hadn't counted on at all. Turning around to see what it was, confusion taking her countenance as opposed to anger or hatred. "Ferris?" she asaked, looking up at her fellow Gryffindor. "Wh-" before she could say anything else, the words Not you filled her ears, causing green eyes to blink. Turning around again to face the shrinking trio, Ferris explained why. Surely they couldn't be more help out of the forest than they could in it.. and yet...
"I don't know..." she uttered quietly, Sylph, Ashelle and the other girl practically disappearing from sight. "Do you... do you think they'll be okay, Ferris?" Megs asked, untensing her arm and letting it practically hang loose. "I mean... he's already killed one... why wouldn't he do it again?"
Green eyes suddenly more uncertain than they had been so far that day, she shook her head. "What can we do from here?" Okay, they could keep an eye on the sky... surely if the group inside needed any more help they could shoot sparks up into the air or something like that, couldn't they? It was possible... and then they could send in some other experienced people to help. But what if one of them did die? Could Megan live with the guilt of knowing she could have done something?
Teagan Offline: This board is full of nostalgia.
Aug 22, 2020 8:39:09 GMT -5
Missing the old MH: gotta say missing when MH and all that was around.
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Willow_lazy: why tf are there 400 posts about adidas
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Azrael: I'm not hard to find, since I'm the only one there who goes by "Azzy", I'm pretty sure. XD
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Azrael: Dunno if anyone still pops by here from time to time, but if any of you mofos do and still feel like gettin' yo nerd on, I've been hanging around this here place a bunch recently: www.roleplayerguild.com/
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Azrael: hold onto your pantaloons
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