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Post by Bellatrix Lestrange on Dec 28, 2009 9:56:02 GMT
**Smirks as her sister rolls around in pain**
Oh do you remember this game well dear sister?
**Grins wickedly deciding she wants to cause more pain to her**
**Quick as a flash she slashes her wand through the air**
Expelliarmus!
Furnunculus!
Diffindo!
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Post by Jolie Fier on Dec 29, 2009 2:08:25 GMT
*Stares blankly into the distance as her feet move without her instruction. Moves through the chaos- fully oblivious to it- and stands outside, fully under Snape's control.*
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Post by Peon Erupttat on Dec 30, 2009 19:30:14 GMT
*He notices Sylvan cast the same spell that the scarred monster like Death Eater had earlier and wonders where she had learned such magic.* *This reminds him that the foul creature is at the party, and he had a score to settle with him.* *Taking precise aim at his target he threw his spell.* Flipendo! *Still searching for his lost wand, the pathetic spell bounces from his thick hide with little more effect than a tennis ball.* *Once again though, finding his wand would be secondary to dealing with the scum who attacked him.* *Striding his way to the source of the spell, arm outstretched to grab the throat of the Auror he had met once before.* |
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Post by Barty Crouch Jr on Dec 31, 2009 17:47:09 GMT
*Sylvan turns and her smile was cold as her wand flicks to Erupttat advancing on Severus.* Petrificus Totalus! *Hoping to keep Erupttat from reaching Severus. If her spell lands, she'll wait until Erupttat falls before her wand is aimed low.* Severus...you're going to have to teach me that spell. *She turns from Erupttat and closes her eyes, a slow breath coming from her as she forces her mind to calm even amidst the chaos. Standing beside Severus as her wand is wielded with an expert touch and grace to it.* Fiendfyre! *Fire licking around her as the dragon made entirely of flames seems to slide from nothing. Pointing at the Death Eaters with her wand as she laughs.* Oppungo! *The fickle spell is eager to comply, since it is the nature of the spell itself. The crackling roar of flames as the dragon arcs quickly through the air towards the main group of Death Eaters.* *Raises his hand to cover his eyes as the fire rushed past him* *Looks across at Sylvan, recognising her as the annoying witch he'd met in the pup, just after Elvira's death* *Narrows his eyes, smirking* *Raises his wand and casts a strong, non-verbal stinging hex at her to break her concentration* |
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Post by Fenrir Greyback on Dec 31, 2009 18:41:06 GMT
*She glances over to the werewolf howling for her blood and smiles, her wand flicking in that direction with a Permanent Sticking Charm to the soles of the werewolf's feet, just to keep spurring the beast.* *Casting a non-verbal Mobilicorpus and hovering Rookwood off the ground to distribute him out into the gardens. Turning towards Fenrir Greyback and shouting.* You there, dog! Time for a bath! *Laughing as she slings the Scourgify Spell at him, turning away to let someone else deal with what should now be the frothing angry werewolf...but at least he'll smell better.* *Is bounding towards the unarmed witch as he's suddenly stuck to the floor. He's shocked speechless because just as suddenly as he was caught, he's cleaned? Fenrir arches back and snarls, howling his fury into the slowly crumbling room with ear-shattering volume. He may not be transformed at the moment, but he's sure as hell not acting completely human.* That bloody wench, all these filthy wizards acting like they can do whatever they want with those blasted sticks of theirs. |
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Post by Ken Bonobo on Dec 31, 2009 19:37:55 GMT
*He notices Sylvan cast the same spell that the scarred monster like Death Eater had earlier and wonders where she had learned such magic.* *This reminds him that the foul creature is at the party, and he had a score to settle with him.* *Taking precise aim at his target he threw his spell.* Flipendo! *Still searching for his lost wand, the pathetic spell bounces from his thick hide with little more effect than a tennis ball.* *Once again though, finding his wand would be secondary to dealing with the scum who attacked him.* *Striding his way to the source of the spell, arm outstretched to grab the throat of the Auror he had met once before.* *As the beast draws near, a quick defensive spell seems a good option.* *Disarmed as he is, it should not be too much trouble to hit him either.* Confundo. |
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Post by Magdelena on Jan 1, 2010 5:08:12 GMT
*Presumably in a struggle with Arthur Weasley when the howl is heard. Her head snaps up and Arthur would hear an inhuman snarling sound coming from her throat. With that same inhuman speed, Magdelena leaps from Arthur and runs full bore towards the open entrance to the ballroom.*
*Inside was utter chaos and Maggie paused as she watched the colors of spells flung across the room, those black eyes instantly shuffling through the figures currently in duel. Though, the figure that worried her the most was that of her Alpha. She instantly moved forward and looks as the spell scrubs at him and he seems unable to move.*
*She remains mostly in the shadows still, knowing that Fenrir will know she is there.*
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Post by Peon Erupttat on Jan 1, 2010 19:56:03 GMT
*As the beast draws near, a quick defensive spell seems a good option.* *Disarmed as he is, it should not be too much trouble to hit him either.* Confundo. *Getting closer to his mark he is hit with the confusion jinx and suddenly staggers back wondering what it was he was doing.* *The anger and hate still bubbling inside him kept strong though.* *All he knew was that he was here to destroy.* *Looking around him, the room was full of people. People running, fighting.* *They should probably all be killed. That was what he was meant to do.* *Forgetting his lost wand he began lashing out at anyone near to him, friend or foe. His large fists becoming a hazard to anyone rather than precise killing weapons.* |
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Jan 1, 2010 23:04:32 GMT
*Having watched his Patronus chase away the Dementors from the immediate area, he noticed that some had began to congregate near the lake.*
*Why they should do that without any prey was beyond him.*
*Logic told him that someone was over there and could be in trouble.*
*Leaving the protection of the Aurors, he ran as fast as he could summoning his Patronus to follow him and charge the Dementors.*
*As he neared the lake, he saw how the Dementors had frozen it, leaving only a broom laying upon it.*
*His Patronus ran ahead of him and cleared away the creatures once more before he breathlessly staggered to the edge of the water.*
*Kneeling to take the broom where it lay, he found it to be stuck in the ice, below which a strange shadow could be seen.*
*Realising that it must be whoever owns the broom, he casts over the ice a flame throwing spell to melt it away.*
Incendio!
I just hope I am in time! *struggles as he looses his breath, his body jerking as his lungs start filling with icy water and then a feeling like he was in a hazy dream, numb and sleepy...* *as he drifts, a loud crack could be heard above his head and feels a floating sensation as his body floats upward - the ice melting away* *is still, face up as his body surfaces, lips blue, heart beat faint, but at the very least it was beating* |
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Post by Baron Papanoida on Jan 1, 2010 23:21:53 GMT
*As the boy rises, he recognises him as Malfoys' son.*
*He kneels on the edge of the ice to reach down and attempt to haul him out of the freezing water while his patronus continues to protect them.*
OK boy. You're all right now. Try to breathe.
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Post by Peon Erupttat on Jan 4, 2010 23:16:16 GMT
*Stumbling among the guests, he rammed his way into Fenrir first, then bouncing off of him into Lucius and stumbling back into Arthur and Magdalena.*
*All the while his fists flailing.*
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Post by rubymarley on Jan 5, 2010 19:47:03 GMT
*knows she had better high tail it now, or she's never going to live through this battle. instead of cowering wandless behind random witches and wizards, she picks up her skirts tightly in her hand, and sets out running for the grand stairway.*
*she needs to get to her rooms, grab her wand, and return to help Master Malfoy, and his allies.*
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Post by Fenrir Greyback on Jan 8, 2010 4:30:09 GMT
*Is ripped from the floor by the collision of Erupttat's body onto his, and he glowers in Sylvan's general direction. Not caring about anyone he crashes into, he charges at the defenseless witch as she tries to make her escape. Within seconds he gains up on Ruby, being many times faster than the witch, and he reaches out to snatch one of her arms.*
C'mon, precious, the party's just begun!
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Post by Severus Snape on Jan 9, 2010 0:30:27 GMT
*After having been thrown nearly across the room by Eruptatt, Severus manages to get to his feet, and back into the fight.*
*Aware they're side is in need of help, he swishes his wand, summoning the Imperio'd Jolie back into the manor, and help defend him against the enemies.*
*Mutters*
Imperio
*He watches for the return of Jolie, and sees Ruby trying to outrun the werewolf. Quickly he narrows his aim on Fenrir, and attempts to stun the moving target.*
Stupefy!
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Post by Ken Bonobo on Jan 9, 2010 19:58:12 GMT
*Also having seen the werewolf heading towards the defenseless witch, he jumped in to aid the Headmaster with cover fire targeting Fenrir.*
Stupefy!
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