Blaise Zabini
Student of the Dark Arts
Slytherin's finest
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Post by Blaise Zabini on Dec 12, 2009 22:10:39 GMT
*Nods slowly to her sister* Yes, I feel it... *Watches the others react in terror and confusion. Follows their eyes and looks up, gasping upon seeing the Dementors. Grabs for her sister's hand and attempts to pull her toward Lucius, Snape, and Sylvan. She speaks in a low but purposeful voice, tugging on Astoria's arm.* Toria, come on. Let's go. *Glances toward Pansy and Millie, now addressing them as well.* Ladies, come on. Please. *Looks up again, her hope slowly draining.* *Isn't convinced that remaining behind Lucius is safe, curses were being shot everywhere* *puts his arms around Astoria and Pansy's shoulders and calls to Daphne* Girls, how about we, er.. go inside. Daphne hold onto my arm, I'll aparate you to Draco's room - it's safer inside... *starts stepping backwards, waiting until Daphne touches his arm so he can take them away* See Astoria glancing over in the direction Draco is* Don't worry about Malfoy, he can look after himself...
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Dec 12, 2009 22:17:26 GMT
"Perhaps not personally, but our parents are old friends. Mr. and Mrs. Bordon." *Annalessa turned to look at Draco, once they had reached a secluded place in the Garden.* "There's no need for alarm, Mr. Malfoy. I wouldn't take you from your company without good reason." She could see he was quite weary of her. Annalessa didn't blame him; but as mentioned time was valuable. She planned to get right to the point. "I've come with News of Harry Potter....information that may help the Dark Lord." Her tone lowered drastically, to a faint whisper; in case there were prying ears. *Annalessa stared at Draco unblinkingly; gouging his reaction.* *shivers involuntarily as she speaks, unaware that Dementors had passed very near as he had maintained her eye contact with interest* *stepped towards her and whispered with a low voice* Well? I'm all ears. *hears a commotion, looks over his shoulder and frowns - has it all started already? Make it brief, Miss Bordon...
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Post by Daphne Greengrass on Dec 12, 2009 23:29:27 GMT
*Nods and steps toward Blaise, still holding her sister's hand. Reaches for Blaise's arm with her free hand, and grips it tight, biting her lip.*
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scarlet
Lady of Leisure
I Love the Slytherins!
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Post by scarlet on Dec 12, 2009 23:45:04 GMT
*Can't help but to still look at Draco and sighs* You're right, Blaise. All right, I'm ready. But first... *Crashes the glasses into shards* Ready!
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Post by Pansy Parkinson on Dec 12, 2009 23:55:43 GMT
*Ruby red lips are paralyzed open, honey eyes darting around to watch the commotion erupting. Smirks in admiration of the Death Eaters arriving, but remembers the Malfoy family no longer has ties with them. Feels a tear of emotions in herself between sides. Turns instantly hearing a chandelier crashing.*
What the hell?!?
*Is fully behind Lucius now, but grows nervous with all of the black-cloaked witches and wizards yelling at him. Takes a firm grip on her own wand, in case she were placed in danger herself. Her defensive spells were much weaker than her offensive, but it was better safe than sorry anyway.*
*Nods silently, allowing Blaise to lead her. Simultaneously with Astoria, she glances over to the direction Draco had left for last.*
Did he feel this coming? Is that why he looked so destressed? Salazar, please let him be safe.
*Continues to be guided along with her friends. Blaise was with them, Draco was elsewhere, Astoria was here, Daphne was here, Millie was..*
Millie! Where's Millie?
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Post by Sylvan Thails on Dec 13, 2009 3:54:07 GMT
*Sylvan steps in the way of Jolie's Confringo spell and flicks her wand. Sylvan was exceptional with counter spelling, able to cast a non-verbal Finite Incantatem. Which she does and flicks the countered spell to one side.*
*Those pale blue eyes flashing coldly as she smiles and flicks her wand with an expert care.*
Langlock....
*Sylvan will have to thank Severus for the spell later. Hoping to stand as a bastian against those coming from getting any farther than her. Which will protect the Ministers as well as Lucius and those around him.*
Come, Death Eater...lets see how well you can cast without the use of that forked tongue.
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Post by Jolie Fier on Dec 13, 2009 4:10:07 GMT
*Lets out a cry of frustration at her spell's deflection before Sylvan's Langlock hits her. Frustratedly deliberates for a moment on the Dark Lord's orders- not to harm any of his followers- before deciding on a spell that won't do any permanent damage.*
*Casts non-verbal Petrificus Totalus in Sylvan's direction.*
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Post by Sylvan Thails on Dec 13, 2009 5:08:06 GMT
*Sylvan, as always, watched the wand-work of the Death Eater and makes a snap decision. She'll not be able to avoid the spell and countering it would be tricky and only gave her a 50/50 shot of countering it at all.*
Mobilicorpus...
*Her wand aimed for one of the House Elves and with a spoken apology, puts the elf between her and Jolie, forcing the spell to hit the elf and not Sylvan. Quickly the elf is snatched out of the air by one arm as Sylvan smirks and stands at her profile to the dark witch.*
Not all that clever, but not terrible.
Incarcerous!
*Ropes fly from Sylvan's wand and aim to wrap Jolie up securely. Sylvan's wand twisting to help the ropes' success. If Jolie is successfully tied up, Sylvan will then flick her wand with a smile.*
Levicorpus...
*Indeed, she will have to thank Severus.*
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Post by rubymarley on Dec 13, 2009 12:22:26 GMT
*returns from powdering her nose to witness a Sylvan casting spells at Merlin knows who. Ruby's feet are glued to the spot as she watches and waits to see if the spell hits it's intended target.*
*instinctively she reaches for her wand only to find it missing. her heart jumps up into her throat as she begins to pat herself down in hopes of finding her wand.*
*never before has she made the mistake of leaving her wand somewhere.*
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Post by Augustus Rookwood on Dec 13, 2009 13:39:13 GMT
*Before the spell could impact Rookwood, he brandished his wand in middle air and a thrust of air shooted in the very direction deflecting the oncoming spell. He grimaced at the poor use of charmwork, and got into an intimidating stance with his wand clenched tightly round his fingers. He knew the source, he just had to hit, or perhaps weaken it before actually subverting it.*
Crucio!
*As he bellowed the enchantment, he proceeded towards the source, a lanky guy whom he recollected to be Ken Bobo or whatever. He savored the sight, pressing on even harder at his unshakable urge to literally roast these scum.*
*The Curse was doing its job, but Rookwood wanted to make it ruthlessly painful for Ken. He put his other hand in mid air and enchanted non-verbally*
Carpe Retractum!
*He had aimed at an oak dilapidated closet at the other end of the hall, which raced forward in Rookwoods direction in a terrific pace. In a jiffy the closet was already a few centimeters away from Rookwood, when he stepped aside and the closet boomed onto Ken with a huge bang.*
*He squints at Ken, and speaks in a grave tone.*
You better watch whom you're duelling with..
*He noticed that his company was doing the damage perfectly, he could feel the panic growing louder within the crowd, and no doubt he was enjoying every bit of it.*
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Post by Jolie Fier on Dec 13, 2009 14:27:06 GMT
*Her eyes widen as Sylvan's curses fly her way. Hurriedly points her wand at her own mouth and casts non-verbal Finite Incantatem. Aims at Sylvan's ankle, casts quickly.*
Diffindo!
*Points to the floor in front of Sylvan and Snape.*
Serpensortia!
*Is hit by Incarcerous and Levicorpus; tied up and lifted into the air by her ankle, lets out a cry of frustration.*
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Post by Sylvan Thails on Dec 13, 2009 20:32:58 GMT
*Already committed to her spell work, Sylvan's composure cracks with a sneer. A severing charm? She lets out a cry of pain as the spell cuts across her ankles, though blessedly not through them. Falling into a heap as she hears the Torture Curse and looks towards Rookwood. Severus would have to deal with the snake as Sylvan aims her wand.*
*The ground a foot before the advancing Rookwood her target.*
Expulso Bombarda!
*The ground suddenly erupting in explosion, hopefully enough to break the lock of Crucio with him and free Ken if he'd been hit by the curse, but to also halt Rookwood.*
*Eye to eye, she looks at the snake and considers her options as it's within striking distance and a wand flick would get her bitten.*
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Post by Ken Bonobo on Dec 13, 2009 21:04:02 GMT
*Before the spell could impact Rookwood, he brandished his wand in middle air and a thrust of air shooted in the very direction deflecting the oncoming spell. He grimaced at the poor use of charmwork, and got into an intimidating stance with his wand clenched tightly round his fingers. He knew the source, he just had to hit, or perhaps weaken it before actually subverting it.* Crucio! *As he bellowed the enchantment, he proceeded towards the source, a lanky guy whom he recollected to be Ken Bobo or whatever. He savored the sight, pressing on even harder at his unshakable urge to literally roast these scum.* *The Curse was doing its job, but Rookwood wanted to make it ruthlessly painful for Ken. He put his other hand in mid air and enchanted non-verbally* Carpe Retractum!*He had aimed at an oak dilapidated closet at the other end of the hall, which raced forward in Rookwoods direction in a terrific pace. In a jiffy the closet was already a few centimeters away from Rookwood, when he stepped aside and the closet boomed onto Ken with a huge bang.* *He squints at Ken, and speaks in a grave tone.* You better watch whom you're duelling with.. *He noticed that his company was doing the damage perfectly, he could feel the panic growing louder within the crowd, and no doubt he was enjoying every bit of it.* *Having been wise enough to defend himself from incoming curses, there was little he could do to stop himself being hit by a wardrobe.* *He takes the brunt of the hit, but rolls to minimise the damage taken.* *He lands on all fours, still grasping his wand thankfully and looks up at Rookwood.* *He remembered one of his old mottos. "There are alternatives to fighting."* *He was happy to notice the chandelier conveniently above Rookwoods head as though it was destined to fall on him.* Diffindo. *The floor began to shake from Sylvan's spell, so we was unsure if he hit the chandelier, though his aim was rarely out. He fell onto his shoulders.*
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Post by Lucius Malfoy on Dec 13, 2009 21:14:50 GMT
*He backed his way to stand beside Sylvan, the ground trembling under his feet and with a concern for the well being of his property as Rookwood had already decided to start throwing around his furniture.*
*Though not wanting to go into direct combat with the Death Eaters he decides to take alternative methods.*
Piertotum Locomotor.
*A nearby suit of armour steps forward and draws its sword, ready to attack the intruders.*
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Post by Baron Papanoida on Dec 13, 2009 21:18:46 GMT
*Finally managing to swallow the chunk in his throat, he splutters as he flicks his wand*
Expecto Patronum!
*The wispy blue Alaskan Malamute pounces out from the tip of his wand and darts towards the Dementors, barking as it chases them away from the guests.*
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