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Post by Micira Blackfern on Sept 5, 2007 22:28:24 GMT -5
Micira and Cat walked down the dungeons, on their way to Professor LeStrange's office. They were only feet away now but they continued to talking about nonsense things...nothing in perticular. She couldn't remember a time where she laughed so much. Having Cat as a friend was so great and fulfilling. But just as she thought she was out of the blue, an invisible hand seemed to grab her ankles and trip her from right under her feet. She landed face-first into the ground, her teeth colliding with the hard floor. She tasted blood in her mouth almost immediately. She rolled onto her back and looked up. A smirking Aria was looking down at her, a look of imminent doom coming soon.
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Post by Cat Miller on Sept 5, 2007 22:31:31 GMT -5
Cat gasped and looked down at Micira in shock and dismay. "Mic, are you alright?" she asked, before realizing it was a Slytherin girl who had tripped her in the first place. "Hey, what did you do that for? That was not very nice," she said.
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Post by Aria Darke on Sept 5, 2007 22:37:50 GMT -5
Aria picked up the broom that Micira dropped and held it up. "I think you dropped this..." She said, her voice sounding unusually nice. She bent down to hand it to Micira but the next second there was a blinding flash and the broom snapped in two.
"Ooops. Butterfingers!" She said, as the two pieces fell down on a horrorstruck Micira. Aria eyed her closely and saw her hand shot towards her wand. She had it in her hand, but she had no time. Aria stepped hard on her hand until she let go, and she kicked it far away.
"I'm surprised..... You actually had the courage to get you wand out when my back WASN'T turned. How brave..but sadly, I can't allow you to curse me again. You see, I'm still healing from the last time." She touched her side and winced slightly, but still had her wand pointed at Micira. She moved it in a weird circular movement and the next moment Micira was frozen to the spot she was in. "Try not to move that much, it might hurt a little." She smiled wickedly.
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Post by Micira Blackfern on Sept 5, 2007 22:43:56 GMT -5
Micira found that she wasn't entirely frozen to her spot. To test what would happen she moved her arm towards her wand and let out a cry of pain. It was like a tremendous shock went up and down her arm. She decided it was best not to move. She had enough pain in her mouth to suffice. The blood was pouring out of the corners of her mouth. She found that the only part of her body she could move were her eyes. She looked pleadingly up at Cat, hoping she would help somehow.
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Post by Cat Miller on Sept 5, 2007 22:53:18 GMT -5
Cat glared at Aria and stood between her and Mic. "LEAVE HER ALONE," she said pulling out her own wand. "Nobody deserves being treated like this, and she is no exception. Don't hurt my friend again or I might have to take example from the one you're setting." Cat declared her blue eyes blazing with fury and she was as tense as her namesake.
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Post by Aria Darke on Sept 5, 2007 23:04:12 GMT -5
"You're defending her?!" She asked angrily. If this Gryffindor actually liked Micira, then Aria would gladly curse her too. She raised her wand, glaring at the blonde girl. "Are you actually saying, you're FRIENDS with her?" She almost yelled, unable to control her voice. "How many people did you have to injure or kill to get in good with her, huh?" She took a step closer. She wasn't afraid of this girl..If anything she felt easily more powerful than her. She smirked and pointed her wand at her face.
"Give me a reason why I shouldn't curse you."
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Post by Cat Miller on Sept 5, 2007 23:09:48 GMT -5
"YES I'm defending her, and I really don't care if you have a problem with that. She's my friend, and I won't see anyone taking revenge on her," Cat said, holding her wand up and aimed towards Aria's chest. She defiantly stared at Aria as if daring her to do her worst.
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Post by Micira Blackfern on Sept 5, 2007 23:12:34 GMT -5
As Micira and Cat were "happily chatting" she used all of her strength to pull herself towards her wand. She held back the screams of pain, but tears flowed quickly down her cheeks. They mixed with the blood to make a salty treat in her mouth. With great difficulty she reached her wand. Trying to steady her hand she aimed her wand at Aria and shot a curse at her. When she saw that it worked, she dropped her hand weakly and lie where she was, to regain the strength she lost.
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Post by Aria Darke on Sept 5, 2007 23:15:35 GMT -5
Aria stepped back, thinking that Cat had done something but she looked down and saw Micira's wand in her hand. It felt like a hot dagger cut into her cheek. She felt her cheek, and felt a deep cut, with blood coming out. She glared down at Micira. This was the second gash she gave her...she would not be merciful now. She pushed Cat out of the way and pointed her wand at Micira.
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Post by Professor LeStrange on Sept 5, 2007 23:19:41 GMT -5
Strolling the halls after the informal display of his wand ship against the ministry, his head was confused. He knew it was but a matter of time the ministry would seal his shop shut and withdraw their order for his talent behind the brewing and mixing of potions. He had supplied the potions for complex brews for years now; he discovered properties none had ever sought out.
He came upon yet another conversation between a group of students, wands withdrawn and at the ready. “Trivial thing life is, of course I could let you kill her Aria, I’d rather enjoy it but legal formalities and the binding contract here at Hogwarts prevents me from allowing you to do such.” He spoke soft yet his actions spoke as if he would have blocked the curse with a simple flick of his wand, perhaps he should let her do it but no the ministry would have another reason to ship him off to Azkaban
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Post by Cat Miller on Sept 5, 2007 23:20:15 GMT -5
Cat was surprised to see that suddenly Aria fell due to a curse shot at her by Mic. Cat immediately kneeled down to her friend. "Micira, are you all right?" she asked and then realizing that she was still cursed pulled out her wand. "Finite Incantatem," she said and then looked Mic's swollen mouth. "Episkey," she said with her wand pointed at Mic's mouth. "That should help with the swelling," she said. "And we need to get you to the hospital wing."
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Post by Professor LeStrange on Sept 5, 2007 23:28:30 GMT -5
"Oh I think Madam has more important things to do then to waste mending wounds, wounds that came from your own lack of talent, lack of respect for my house.” He spoke with a tinge of anger in his voice, he’d not let Aria kill them or send one of her counter curses flying in the halls, no it’d have a chance of messing his robes.
“Episkey … Episkey, yes I do recall reading that spell once. I do believe I recall that in your everyday third year charms book. Perhaps I would have a nice chat with your professor, a fifth year using Episkey to clean up this mess... tisk tisk tisk.” He bent down and healed her wound, letting any blood trickle out on the floor, cleaning was of little importance
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Post by Aria Darke on Sept 16, 2007 20:00:49 GMT -5
"Oh, professor..." Aria said, pocketing her wand quickly and stepped away from the two of them. She was very grateful that she was a Slytherin at this point. She knew if she wasn't, she would most likely get in much trouble. Though, Professor Sicoft seemed more concerned about her than Micira. She smirked slightly and decided that it would be good enough revenge for hurting her and Ace.
"Professor..." She said, sounding overly dramatic. "She cursed me, see..." She pointed to the small gash on her cheek. "I had no choice but to curse her. If I hadn't, who knows what else she might do to hurt me. She already sent me to the Hospital Wing once..."
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Post by Professor LeStrange on Sept 16, 2007 21:33:10 GMT -5
“Fortunately enough my dealings are far greater with the Ministry threat to worry about gashes that appear on your person, Aria, as such; I unfortunately must disapprove the use of curses in said hall at said time.” He spoke stern, holding his hands with the palms facing towards the heavens, dodging his eyes around the corridor past them
He turned on foot, glissading across the corridor as if the marble flooring was made of ice. Trivial things were of little concern at such a pressing, dire time, the skies of the Great Hall were scattered with gray, and the melancholic atmosphere was no longer a manifesto of the imagination.
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Post by Micira Blackfern on Sept 16, 2007 22:00:51 GMT -5
Micira sighed in relief, feeling as if a wave of tension drifted off of her. She wiped her lips and grinned up at Aria...She didn't get her way with Professor LeStrange after all. "You know, you are a bloody git. If that's how I act, then I want somebody to kill me." She said, getting to her feet. Her knees hurt from where they hit the ground. She looked down sadly at the broken pieces of her broomstick and picked them up.
"You're a despicable person..." Micira glared at Aria. She didn't look so snide or witty anymore. On the contrary she looked angry and cowardly. "I guess there's no point in going to Professor LeStrange anymore....Come on, Cat...let's go..." She turned without looking at Aria. She knew it was too risky for Aria to curse her now. And she would prove her cowardice face if she was going to curse Micira with her back turned...Something Micira would hold against her forever.
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Post by Aria Darke on Sept 16, 2007 22:07:51 GMT -5
Aria sneered at the back of the two students. She gripped her wand in her pocket and thought how easy it would be to curse them. But she thought against it. Professor LeStrange warned her, himself and she knew what would happen if she disobeyed him. Spitefully, she turned and sulked away, her shoulders sagging heavily. Although she was in the mood to punch somebody in the face, she thought she might as well go see Ace and Beth and try to cheer up in a way besides somebody elses pain at the moment.
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Post by Jauna Williams on Nov 4, 2007 13:49:42 GMT -5
Jauna walked down the corrider chewing on a pepper imp. As sparks flitted from her lips, she heard some girls muttering at the end of the hall. It was Cat and Micira. Micira's broom appeared to be broken. Jauna hurried over to ask what happened. She soon noticed Micira's lip was bloody. "What happened?" she asked. Then it came to her. "Was it a Slytherin? ...Was it ...Aria?" Jauna knew about the two's loathing towards eachother.
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