|
|
Post by Sirius Black on Oct 8, 2012 13:47:19 GMT -5
The girl was clearly pissed off at him. Rightly so, he rationed, though it hadn’t been his fault. It didn’t seem like this was the best time to make excuses though. He had been just about ready to devote his day to the Three Broomstick’s charming landlady anyway. But in fairness to him, he had every intention of making the date until the incident.
Sirius couldn’t help but grin even as she laid into him. It was monumentally ill-advised to laugh at a woman when she was giving you a telling off, but Sirius had consumed rather a lot of alcohol that evening and was feeling rather giddy. It didn’t help that she was awfully attractive. Even her angry face was cute. He felt it was unlikely that he wouldn’t be getting off with someone this evening, and he certainly didn’t want to fall victim to some of the crazier ladies out there this evening. Eva was a far safer option, and her irritation with him made it somewhat of a challenge. He felt himself suddenly wanting to leave her with her, and quickly.
Eva began to say something about her date and mentioned a name that struck Sirius as very strange. He knew of Amycus Carrows and he wasn’t the Madam Puddifoots type. Maybe it was another Amycus. It had to be, didn’t it? The next thing he knew he was staggering backwards and felt a thundering crack to his nose. It took him so completely off guard that Sirius hardly knew what was happening. One second he was trying to pull some Hufflepuff and the next he had gotten himself into a fight. With someone who could throw a pretty heavy punch. Who the hell had a problem with him anyway?
Then Sirius heard his assailant accuse him of being a traitor and he realised quickly what he’d done to deserve this. He didn’t really have time to contemplate the matter, from his hunched position he quickly drew his wand and sent a flurry of blind curses in the direction of his opposition. At least one hit, giving Sirius an opportunity to straighten up and get to grips with what was happening. He recognised that mask from earlier. Again, not time for contemplation. He slashed and swept his wand furiously sending waves of magic and parrying a few that came his way. A good few hit him hard and at one point he realised his face was cut as blood blurred vision in one of his eyes. When he got an opportunity, he manoeuvred forward and planted his fist firmly in the stomach of his attacker. Then he went for the mask, and pulled harshly at it but the damn thing must have been charmed on.
[/center]
|
|
|
|
Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Oct 9, 2012 7:28:12 GMT -5
Rab hadn’t really thought about this much before he did it. Sirius finding Eva himself wasn’t part of the plan and he didn’t trust Black not to whisk her off to his bedroom before they got to her. That was the last thing they needed. This distraction was all he could think of, but starting a fight with Sirius Black at his own party in hindsight wasn’t the best of ideas. Black was holding his own anyway, but it was only a matter of time before one or more Gryffindor students stepped in and Rab was terribly outnumbered should that occur. He had to make this quick and make a sharp exit, but it seemed pretty hopeless when every eye in the room was slowly moving its gaze to their fight.
It was always the times when its necessary to take a moment to think things though that one finds oneself having to make snap rash decisions. With hexes flying towards him, Rab couldn’t think straight. He sent his own flurry of dark curses towards Sirius and it seemed to damage him well enough, but he still kept coming. The haze of magic cleared for a moment and suddenly Sirius was on him, planting punches in his stomach. It winded Rab painfully, and he was certain by now he had broken at least one rib. They were pretty evenly matched with magic, and Rab even had a physical advantage in his build but Black was quick clearly and was suddenly trying to unmask him. He had to get him off. Two hands tight around his throat Rab pulled them both to the ground and, crouching over him, planted another brutal punch to Black’s face.
|
|
|
|
Post by Livia Grimm on Oct 14, 2012 14:50:22 GMT -5
Livia had watched Rabastan have his moment with his little Gryffindor girl. It was disgusting to see. This big brutal thug whom they were trusting this mission was distracted by a little bit of leg and some dimples. It was a tad pathetic to watch. She looked away when they had their snog for fear of vomiting in her wolf mask. When he finally pulled himself away from the affair she nodded in indication toward their mark.
What he did next Livia found rather rash and unnecessary. Yes, it was true they needed a distraction but not at the expense of having every eye witness him. Surely that had to raise suspicions. She watched carefully as Rab and their victim’s beau fought it out in an almost feral manner. She was half impressed at the sheer brutality of their brawl. Their magic was intense enough but it was the hard blows they struck to one another that enthralled her. Even through this, she tried to keep an eye on their target but she had been absorbed by the crowd. In any case, not one person there, besides their allies, was thinking about Gamp, it was safe to say.
Livia realised quickly that this guy was not without allies here. It wasn’t hard to tell given the over indulgent fountain erected in the centre of the room in their honour. The likeness was incredible. Rabastan had picked a fight with the guy who had thrown this damn affair, how he expected not be met with further opposition, Liv wasn’t sure. Sure enough, she could sense the adrenaline in some of those around Black. Referencing the statue again, she recognised another of the four who looked as though he was about to jump in in defence of his friend. She didn’t want to incriminate and involve herself in this, but as every eye in the room was elsewhere Livia knew she could get away with a dirty move. She sent a jolt of energy from her wand straight to Mr Potter’s back.
The spell slammed into him and knocked him forward and off his feet. It wasn’t intense enough to knock him out but it would give Rab a bit of time before he became outnumbered. After she had sent that, she skipped off her podium and disappeared, anonymous amongst the crowd, moving closer towards the fight.
|
|
|
|
Post by Sirius Black on Oct 14, 2012 15:03:43 GMT -5
 
As he pulled and tugged hopelessly at the mask, he felt hands thud against his throat, choking him. The force of whoever this guy was sent them both tumbling to the floor and Sirius could only punch wildly as he gasped for breath. Another few punches hit his own face and Sirius managed to reach his wand, previously lost in shock. A thousand spells ran through his mind as he tried desperately to think how to get this guy off him, and how to get that damned mask off his face and identify the man.
Decisively, Sirius did the only thing he could think of in his desperation to breathe. A loud explosion burst from his wand and hit the guy’s mask, blasting the pair of them apart forcefully with intense magic. They both flew back through the air and he fell through the crowd and hit the floor again with a painful thud. It took a few minutes before he could breathe normally again but he knew he didn’t have long before this insane stranger came at him again. When he managed to get to his feet, he saw that the mask on his enemy’s face had burst into a fit of flames. This was really getting out of hand.
He looked searchingly to the crowd and could see James was under attack also. He wondered vaguely how this event had descended into such chaos. But again, he wasn’t sure he had much time before another attack came his way.
--Ultra short sorry, didn’t want to assume too much with the fight /: Also new gifsss! -- |
|
Alice Wyman
Gryffindor
give me the waters of lethe that shall numb the heart
Posts: 38
|
Post by Alice Wyman on Oct 14, 2012 16:12:12 GMT -5
way out in the water see it swimming [/b][/size][/font]  W H E R E I S M Y M I N D ?- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color] His kiss was a peculiar mix of regret and fire. It left her dazed and filled with a sense of dread. She knew she wouldn't have to wait long until everything fell apart. She wanted so badly to be wrong, just wanted to chalk his words and actions up to hot air and male ego. But moments later, the telltale sounds of a fight and a rampant crowd filled the air.
Alice stood still for many moments, eyes closed. She just wanted to make this all go away. She hoped for a time turner, something to erase the last few minutes and make everything right with the world. The fighting simply got louder. Alice knew as she opened her eyes that things were only going to get worse. Her sensibilities could no longer be ignored. His parting words had had a rather sobering effect on her, and she couldn't ignore reason any longer. There was something more going on here. Something awful was about to happen. And Alice had been off having a dalliance with someone very involved in the nightmare. She felt as though she might be sick.
She wasn't quite sure what to do. Part of her wanted to march right up to Lestrange and give him a piece of her mind (or her wand), shout at him for spoiling what had been a previously wonderful night. Most of her wanted to see what would happen, to indulge her morbid curiosity. But she'd indulged her nosiness so much lately, and her sensibilities didn't want her here. They wanted her locked away in the library, poring over a book, focussing solely on her studies and keeping her head low. Maybe everyone would forget that Alice had happily wandered off with the bloke in the mask and this would all blow over.
It wasn't a brave plan. It wasn't even a particularly good one. But it was hard to forget his breath on her neck and his warning.
Call it what it is, Alice. It was a threat.
And maybe if he had kept his threats to her, she would have minded. But Simon's little face had flashed in her mind when he mentioned loved ones. And Simon was only thirteen, just a little Hufflepuff, and she'd never live with herself if anything happened to him.
In yet another fit of unGryffindorlike behaviour, Alice wove her way through the crowd towards the exit.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color] this post is finished and it stands at a grand total of 398 words. this template was made by SARAH SMILE at caution, the graphics go to tumblr, and the lyrics go to the pixies. my character is looking fine in TOGA TOGA TOGAjames post and amycus post coming right up
[/color][/font][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] [/center][/color][/quote] |
|
|
|
Post by James Potter, Esq. on Oct 14, 2012 16:49:27 GMT -5
[   ❂ ❂ ❂ ❂ ❂
In a manner of moments, everything went to Hell. James wasn't quite sure what to make of it all. One minute he had been chatting up Lily somewhat successfully. She hadn't even hexed him for his behaviour against Filch. Things had been looking up, up, up! He'd been ready to waggle his eyebrows with a ridiculous line and hopefully make her laugh when he was made aware of things going very wrong.
Lily had seized his arm and turned him around to witness the source. It took James a moment to process what was going on, courtesy of the copious amounts of alcohol. Lily cleared it up as she always did, urging him into action. His wand was barely in hand when something rather peculiar happened.
All James had been thinking about was getting to his mate, getting between Sirius and that damn mask, but here he was with his face against the floor. That wasn't what he had meant to do. James was drunk, but not that drunk. Not so tipsy as to faceplant upon initiating a sprint. And yet, here he was, glasses crammed uncomfortably against his nose. James pushed himself up gingerly and became intensely aware of a sting across his back. He staggered to his feet, trying to ignore the ripple of pain across the skin. It felt very much like a giant boil (which brought back unpleasant memories of a duel in second year). James idly touched his back and his fingers came away with blood.
"Lily," he managed, turning wildly. She was there, safe, and James couldn't contain his relief. "You good?"
It was all he could manage. He needed to know she was okay, needed her out of the fray before he could turn and run to Sirius. There was no laughter about James anymore, just grim determination.
❂ ❂ ❂ ❂ ❂
mood:Awww heeelll nawww
tag: TOGATOGATOGA
credit:jacksome111@caution 2.0!
[/size] |
|
|
|
Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Oct 14, 2012 17:13:28 GMT -5
Rab thought he was feeling the very life drain out of Sirius, and with the adrenaline running through him he could have easily taken his life without even realising. That would have been brilliant. Lucius would love to hear that, rather than follow orders to torture some politician’s daughter, they killed a rather high profile, albeit traitorous, member of the community. The school would shut down and he’d be lucky to escape the fiasco with his own life. None of this crossed his mind until afterwards, but fortunately enough Black had other ideas anyway.
Before he could really understand what had happened, he was flying through the air and his face was in the worst agony he had ever felt. Even his eyes began to feel as though they were melting. He yelled out in angry pain and quickly countered the fire with his wand. The flames subsided but his skin still screamed with maddening pain. He didn’t have time to indulge in his agony, through blurry vision he saw Potter limping his way to the front of the crowd and knew his battle was done.
In one last effort, Rabastan shot a blazing ray of green light into the air. It was infinitely brighter than the fire birds and exploded over the party forcing the guests to cover their eyes. Even Rab, expecting it, had trouble, particularly after the fire. But he forced his way violently through the blind crowds and exited, passing oblivious and confused students who, congregating in the corridor outside, had entirely missed the fight and were happily snogging in pairs up against the walls. He made a run for a classroom they had previously decided upon and shut himself in. The plan was to lure her there.
Amycus could be here at any time, so even now he didn’t have time to survey most of the damage Black had done, but as the adrenaline cooled and he got his bearings again, Rab started to feel the dull pain in his stomach and notice patches of blood in his clothes. The worst was his face, he didn’t want to know what he looked like under the mask or how bad it was. They could treat that afterwards, it was the principal which bothered him most. His heart was still pumping fast with fury. Sirius Black truly hadn’t heard that last of that one.
|
|
Amycus P. Carrow
Slytherin
he has the blood of a reptile, just beneath the skin
Posts: 21 
|
Post by Amycus P. Carrow on Oct 14, 2012 17:34:25 GMT -5
  Tonight. It was going to happen tonight. Amycus and Alecto had spent all day preparing. Aleco knew all his routines, knew just how he liked his tools arranged. Alecto was the only person on Earth he would let clean his blades, the only one who could set up his workbench as efficiently and correctly as him. She had helped him transform the formerly benign classroom into a neat and secure workspace for the younger Carrow.
The others wanted them to wear the masks. Alecto complied, he did not. Amycus had no desire to cover his face, to hide behind petty carvings of demons and animals. He did not think it would endear him particularly to Gamp. Gamp was such a fragile thing, and he certainly didn't want to scare her off. Not yet. Not until she was paralysed on his bench and showing him just what her skull looked like. The mask of the wild boar he had been provided would not do much to earn her trust.
Things were messy by the time he and his sister arrived. There were the appreciative shouts that only ever accompanied a brawl. Amycus could barely contain himself. It was a tremendously difficult task to appear harmless. Not with the spellfire in the air. Amycus wanted to taste that foul magic, wanted to return fire and hurt. It was only Alecto's pale hand on his arm, only her guidance that tamed his impulses. He would be rewarded, he reminded himself, if only for a bit of patience. His work tonight would make this brawl look like childs play, would satisfy him in the deepest ways.
Alecto's mask touched his cheek, her lips separated by snarling wooden mask. She left him to slip among the crowd. His work began now. Amycus breathed deep. It was time.
Amycus did not deign to wear the black tunic sported by so many of his schoolmates. He was above their petty dress. Alecto had helped him choose his most nonthreatening black sweater and slacks, and but for his father's knife in his boot and his wand in his pocket, he was harmless.
"My my," he'd murmured to himself after processing the most recent events. Lestrange had gotten himelf rather set on fire, and the smell of cooked meat was the most appealing scent in the room. It was difficult not to drag Lestrange into his workshop instead and examine that burned flesh. The Lestrange rather fortuitously blinded the room, unknowingly saving his own skin. As the green light died away and quiet settled in over the crowd, Amycus approached.
He radiated concern as he gently laid a hand upon Gamp's shoulder. He nearly shivered, nearly split a grin across his face. It was proving incredibly difficult to remain calm and meek.
"Evelina?" He offered quietly, gently. He let himself be an island of normalcy in the maddening crowd, gentle and safe. "Are you alright?"
 TAG|death eateerrrrs WORDS|# 481 OUTFIT|HERE x NOTES|posty post
LYRICS|I LOVE PLAYING WITH FIRE BY THE RUNAWAYS
CREDIT|CAEJAE@Caution 2.0 |
|
|
|
Post by Sirius Black on Oct 14, 2012 17:35:53 GMT -5
 Sirius was very much expecting another attack. The sound of the man’s screams as the mask burnt into his face made him almost expect an unforgivable to fly his way. In one quick moment he saw the guy put out the fires and suddenly saw James by his side. He was still on the floor dazed from the explosion he had created, and he reached for his wand and started to get himself up, very much prepared to defend himself. But even before he could stand everything went an evil shade of green with a blinding light coming from the same wand he had been victim to in the fight. Every inch of him expected another attack to come at him in the blind mystery of that light, but somehow nothing came and as the light faded, the attacker had vanished. Sirius got to his feet and brushed himself off. The crowd around were just recovering from the light and confused mutters began to fill the room. Talk about mood killers. He hated to think what he must have looked like right now – it was a sobering sight for their guests anyway. Bloody, bruised and bewildered – he must have looked like shit - with all eyes on himself and James, Sirius felt he should lighten the mood a little. “Sorry everyone, our gladiator battle got a bit heated. Hope you enjoyed it,” he offered, very conscious of how extremely unconvincing it was. The music started up again though and everyone reluctantly looked away rather awkwardly as they all wondered what to think. The party was pretty much over, and it was just as well with nutters like that roaming around. Sirius looked to James. “That was interesting,” he said quietly, keeping his voice low enough that prying ears couldn’t listen in. “You alright mate?” His expression was uncharacteristically serious as he spoke and a look of genuine concern crossed his face. Sirius was not one to shy away from risk, and this event was so planned out that it would take something serious to deter him, but with all that was going on outside the school lately he didn’t want his friends in danger. He had to concede defeat. “I think we ought to walk the girls back to the tower,” he told James, wiping his blood smeared forehead with his aptly coloured toga. “We need figure out what in Merlin’s name just happened, and I don’t think this is the place to do it.” For starters, Sirius wanted a word with Alice. That mask had confused him at the time, but he knew damn well where he had seen it. Even in his intoxicated, beaten state he knew what he had seen. “What do you reckon?” |
|
Lily Evans
Gryffindor
Ever fancied someone you know you shouldn't? Hurts, doesn't it?
Posts: 45
|
Post by Lily Evans on Oct 14, 2012 17:56:51 GMT -5
All Lily had wanted was a quiet evening. She had planned to come to this party, tame it down a little – maybe hand out some detentions or warnings – then head back out, change and do a few runs of the hallways for anyone who hadn’t received an invite or managed to sneak in. Then she was going to retire to the dorms, tuck herself in and get a sound night’s sleep. But no, of course that wasn’t to be. In hindsight, she should have known any party organised by the Marauders would end in tears for someone. She just hadn’t expected it to be them. The room around them was quickly dividing into people trying to get away from the curses and punches being thrown, and people who were too curious for their own good and were sticking around to see what would happen.
Of course, there was also a much smaller third group. Those that couldn’t leave because those they cared about were involved. Lily had never been friends with the Marauders. It was not the word she would use, nor one that anyone else she could think of would use to describe the odd relationship the group shared. It was a dynamic that didn’t really have a word that worked – it simply was, and had been since the first day of school. For years Lily had stuck up for two people; herself and Severus. After their friendship ended Lily was alone and it had been that way for months, until one day when sat in the Common Room she had found herself drawn into the celebrations of a Quidditch win and suddenly felt for the first time like a part of Gryffindor House. After that, she had found a whole group of people she’d never even considered speaking to before who she now felt profoundly loyal to. The four young men in the room (Peter had to be here somewhere, but was probably amongst those trying to escape the chaos) were some of those people, and she would not stand to see them home.
Not to mention she was not about to have a duel like this go ahead under her watch as Head Girl. Not happening. She’d known James would hurry to get involved, so was the depth of his friendship with Sirius. What she hadn’t anticipated, however, was her own reaction to seeing James sent sprawling on the floor.
“James!”
Her voice was unrecognisable for a moment, even to the redhead herself. It was something she didn’t hear in her tones often. Something she hadn’t heard for years. It was pure panic and fear, so much so that for a moment as his head hit the floor she felt physically sick. She was hurrying over to him, wand pulled and ready as she watched him get u, albeit tentatively, and felt a wave of relief for a moment till she saw the crimson on his fingertips It was moments like this, she would look back one day and remember, that brought out the real person from the mask they wore every day. In a couple of quick steps she came close to James, reaching up to straighten his glasses with a serious expression. This was no time for jokes.
“You come find me after this. I’m not about to have you having some half-cooked healing job from Sirius.”
Her eyes held his for a just a moment longer, before they turned to find the wolf worrying the flock. She spotted a flash of the mask and she was gone, pushing her way through students till she was approaching the figure head-on, and waited till the gap widened enough for her to fire a hex, making it as though the masked girl (she could see now) had run straight into a trip wire. Lily stood above her, wand pointed straight at her, staring with unafraid green orbs down at the figure who would undoubtedly recover any moment.
“Coward,” she accused, before being blinded by a flash of green light, shielding her eyes for the briefest of seconds. As the light cleared and she blinked into focus the girl had gone, leaving Lily looking confused and furious at her lapse in concentration. She began ushering students out, most of whom were more than happy to follow her instruction and drag drunken mates with them, before heading over to where Sirius and James stood, eyes flicking between the two of them in concern.
"To be honest, I think I should be walking the two of you back...or maybe pushing you in chair. You ought to get Madame Pomfrey to look at you both in the morning."
"Talk like this."
[/b]  [/blockquote] [/center] WORDS:[/b] ooops, forgot! TAGGED:[/b] fight club yo! MUSE/NOTES:[/b] bad form wolf-girl! QUOTE:[/b] Doctor Who; The Big Bang. CREDITS:[/b] TOMOLONIS of Caution 2.0! [/size] |
|
|
|
Post by Evelina Gamp on Oct 14, 2012 17:57:24 GMT -5
 Eva watched in horror as the fight unfolded. She screamed and screamed with each explosion and fled behind her friends who were if anything eager to watch, as terrified as they were. There was blood everywhere and their shouts of pain sent furious shivers down her spine. She had no desire to watch two men beat one another to death between fists and magic. It was truly frightening. The man’s mask alone was haunting, and when Sirius set it on fire she screamed again and burst into uncontrollable tears. How could this be happening?
She wanted to run away quickly, but she was too fearful and none of her friends would leave with her as they were too intrigued by the fight. She couldn’t walk back to the Hufflepuff common room, so close to the dungeons, with scary people like this out. The room exploded with light, and she was barely recovering when she felt a hand touch her shoulder. She screamed again and jumped out of her skin. It felt cold and frightening, it didn’t feel right. She half expected to turn and see that mask. But when she faced her company, she realised it was Amycus and sighed with relief, the irony of her situation lost on her innocent mind.
In a fit of relief, she threw herself on him, literally. She was terrified and just wanted someone to walk her away from all this chaos, when she saw the man who had saved her in Hogsmeade, her heart pounded with gratitude and she threw herself into his arms forgetting her senses. They had warned her and she ignored them blissfully.
“Oh Amycus,” she said, tears running down her cheek, “Thank goodness you’re here, It’s awful. They’re animals!” She looked up at him hopefully, her eyes glistening with tears and her heart still pounding with fear. “Please, get me out of here, I don’t feel safe!”
|
|
Amycus P. Carrow
Slytherin
he has the blood of a reptile, just beneath the skin
Posts: 21
|
Post by Amycus P. Carrow on Oct 15, 2012 16:33:03 GMT -5
 Amycus' heart slammed against his throat as she latched onto him. His body went rigid with tension and he nearly broke her neck then and there. She dared to act his equal. He would have to cut that out of her, find whatever nerve was responsible for her behaviour and rip it from her brain. He breathed deep, looking down at her lithe frame with infinite gentleness.
"Of course, Evelina," he offered quietly, prying her off of him and taking her arm, guiding her throughout the crowd. His pace quickened despite himself. He couldn't wait any longer. He had to get to work, now. His patience was stretched too thin, surrounded by the sweat and fear of the party. He had to get her out of sight and out of mind and strapped to the desk. His jaw clenched at the thought.
Amycus caught sight of Alecto's mask in the crowd as he walked, and it soothed his fraying nerves, if only just. He loosened his grip on Evelina's arm. It wouldn't do to terrify her now. Not when they were so close.
Amycus breathed a little easier as they exited the coopted classroom. The air was cleaner. The halls weren't empty, but the students were entirely wrapped up in each other. Amycus turned left, guiding her around a corner and down an empty and winding corridor.
"I'm sorry you had to see all that," he offered insincerely as he counted doors. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. "A lady of your stature deserves better." Six. Seven. Eight.
Amycus drew them to a stop, opening door number eight. His free hand slipped his wand into position. He smiled winningly, the very image of a gentleman as the Devilsnare root wand touched the small of her back.
"Inside, please."
TAG|death eateerrrrs WORDS|# 291 OUTFIT|HERE x NOTES|posty post
LYRICS|I LOVE PLAYING WITH FIRE BY THE RUNAWAYS
CREDIT|CAEJAE@Caution 2.0 |
|
|
|
Post by James Potter, Esq. on Oct 15, 2012 16:50:15 GMT -5
 ❂ ❂ ❂ ❂ ❂
It hurt to breathe. His skin felt hot and tight everytime he inhaled, the wool of his toga stinging sharply against his flesh. He felt a bit dizzy, but that was probably the alcohol. Regardless, it wasn't a particularly good combination. James pulled off his glasses, examining the broken spectacles with a frown. A clumsy Reparo had them decent enough, and James crammed them back onto his face. His vision improved, he looked to Sirius.
Sirius looked rather like he had been mauled by an angry badger. James winced, ruffling his hair as he glanced about. The fight had been a mortal blow, and the party ended abruptly. Students were scurrying towards the exit in a clusterfuck of epic proportions. Despite everything, he was rather put out. This was supposed to be the best party of all time, not the biggest let down known to man.
"I'll live," James muttered, equally quiet. His usually laughing eyes were grim as he tried to make sense of everything. The green light, the fight, the masks... they were connected and James didn't like that he was in the dark. He had to find out what was going on. Something urged him to move quickly, whispered quietly that they were running out of time. James tensed, hating how useless he felt. He felt an irrational burst of temper. This was Hogwarts. Hogwarts was supposed to be safe.
Suddenly, Lily was there, and James couldn't contain his relief. She, unlike the pair of them, looked perfectly healthy and safe. He wanted to lock her away in the Gryffindor tower until everything was normal and quiet. She wouldn't comply, of course, and he was certain she'd hex his brains out if she knew what he was thinking. Luckily she had yet to master Legilimancy.
"Couldn't agree more," he offered to Padfoot, straightening. This was good. James always did better thinking in his favorite chair in the common room. He looked about suddenly. "Where are Remus and Peter?" Panic swelled in his chest at the thought. He and Sirius had been attacked... James needed to know that no one else had been attacked, needed to take stock and reassure himself everyone was okay. The panic had already come with a heavy dose of guilt, weighing down heavily on his shoulders.
"I might take you up on that chair," he offered to Lily, and for once, his eyebrows weren't waggling and his tone wasn't flirtatious. Merlin's balls, he wanted to strangle whoever had hexed him.
❂ ❂ ❂ ❂ ❂
mood:Awww heeelll nawww
tag: TOGATOGATOGA
credit:jacksome111@caution 2.0!
[/size] |
|
|
|
Post by Winter on Oct 16, 2012 1:31:39 GMT -5
Remus was just starting to get truly dizzy when something completely separate from the dance floor grabbed his attention. He smelled a wolf. It wasn’t just a normal wolf ether but a were wolf. There was another lycanthrope near. Usually his wolf senses were something he tried to suppress, but being a natural part of him he couldn’t suppress them unless he was trying and he wasn’t about to think about something like that when he was having so much fun. He almost wished he had suppressed his sense of smell now. He quickly broke away from the group on the dance floor his nose in the air. He was sure that he looked ridiculous, but the likelihood that anyone would care wasn’t likely. When there is a group of girls on the dance floor stripping a boy sniffing the air isn’t likely to be noticed. His attention wasn’t on anything anymore. He was scanning the room. He knew what he had smelled but he couldn’t pin point where it was coming from.
He was just starting to track it down when one of his firebirds turned into a snake. He knew that meant the party had been crashed for sure. He thought briefly of the man in the mask. He knew something sinister had been going on. He started to search the room for his mates. Peter was joining the group not watching the fight, the group leaving. It didn’t take long to find James he was still with Lily and her hair was almost impossible to miss. He jumped up on the edge of the fountain to look for Padfoot, but soon found he shouldn’t have. Sirius was in a fistfight with the masked man who had stolen Alice earlier. It was hard to believe that this had gone down hill so fast. All thought of the other werewolf was gone as he raced to Sirius’s aid. With all the other people the guy was long gone by the time he got there and James was standing next to Sirius. Remus shook his head a bit at the patch up he was sure he would spend at least some of the night doing. He hadn’t expected to see Lily with his mates but she was there too. Well she would play nursemaid to Prongs that way. She would probably give him a hearty slap for even thinking that term though.
“You two look like hell.” He said it blandly as he walked up to his friends. He smiled at Lily. She looked fine but that didn’t surprise him. He didn’t know what had happened to James, but it would be fine soon. Remus deciding that clean up would have to wait for a later date decided they all needed to talk about what had happened and the party was over anyway. They had to figure out what happened and he wanted to tell his friends about the other wolf. “I think it is time we all went back to the tower. I don’t think it is safe anymore.” He hated to say that thinking about how awful things were outside of Hogwarts, but it looked like the horror was starting to seep into the walls of the school itself now. He slung his arm around Sirius to help him slowly starting to fallow the growing crowd leaving the room.
|
|
|
|
Post by Sirius Black on Oct 16, 2012 2:12:21 GMT -5
 As James pointed out that half their numbers were down, Sirius had to curse again quietly. The way this night was going he was very much prepared for more bad news. He slyly got out their map which had been tucked against his chest under his toga – which, he suddenly though, he was impressed stayed on during that ruckus. If it wasn’t already the gossip of the school tomorrow, Sirius Black battling naked surely would have been. The map showed Peter was apparently in bed, and Sirius had to wonder if he had even lasted as long as the fight, whilst Remus was still in the room. Wait. He was next to them, Sirius looked up with a grin. “That’s a relief,” Sirius said, passing the map over to one of them as Lily returned. “Why thank you, we try. You alright mate?” he asked, there was clearly something up with Moony but it was probably the state of them warranting his expression. Sirius watched as Evans ushered out their part guests. Normally he would proceed to lecture her at this point on the importance of being social and letting ones hair down. But she was right, for once, and he did not have the strength to argue. If anything he was rather grateful for her presence. If there was ever a moment he needed to be nagged and sent to bed – it was presently. Despite it all, he had to laugh as she offered to walk them home. “I think that might be wise Evans,” he agreed, watching as the room slowly cleared. They expected an all night affair and had stocked up on alcohol accordingly, but with everyone heading so early they had loads left. This was depressing. “But I’m bringing a keg with us. Would you like to lead the troops to the after party?” Sirius bore a rather forced grin, it was difficult given the circumstance and hopeless to suggest this wasn’t a failure, but they could at least try. “Kidding!” He added, looking at Lily’s expression and truly not wanting to get himself into another fight. Personally he intended to continue, Sirius had sobered considerably after the fight and he didn’t want to feel these wounds until the morning. Besides, she couldn’t hit a man so bruised. “Quiet one it is then, let’s go,” he urged, as the crowds started to thin out through the bottleneck exit. He was grateful for the support Remus offered him. The sooner they got back to the tower the sooner he could sprawl across a sofa and figure out what had happened. There was something strangely suspicious about the whole thing and Sirius had a knot in his stomach which was not to do with the fight. This wasn’t over, he feared. |
|
