So you wanna call me the devils' advocate
But you don't even know the half of it
I was raised to believe in miracles
My life is so cold
But you don't even know the half of it
I was raised to believe in miracles
My life is so cold
Annabelle Emery Rich
Sixth Year Seeker, Slytherin Prefect
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The last of the green and red sparks of energy danced and coiled into her shield, making it weaker, and weaker, as she braced herself and held it strong. The smoke billowed and thickened, it seemed to be contained in their ring, growing thick and dense inside of the protective ward that had been created for them. Belle did all she could to try and breath, to try and cough away the smoke that burned in her eyes as she shifted backwards, her heels clumsily tripping over the grass and clods of dirt strewn about from the persistence of Jane’s offensive spells. Suddenly, she heard it before she ever saw it. Jane’s voice bellowed out, and through the fog, she couldn’t see anything. All of a sudden, the spell hit her square in the chest and sent her skyrocketing; she plummeted out of the ring, soared like a golden blur as her blonde locks thrashed around her. High up in the air, until, inevitably, she came crashing down almost a hundred yards away and with a few broken bones from her less than graceful fall.
[[[Rawr, NEWTS stole most of my attention, so, I scratched our last little plan, Maiya, figured it’d be more fun if everyone could watch the duels instead of worrying, lololo]]]
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The last of the green and red sparks of energy danced and coiled into her shield, making it weaker, and weaker, as she braced herself and held it strong. The smoke billowed and thickened, it seemed to be contained in their ring, growing thick and dense inside of the protective ward that had been created for them. Belle did all she could to try and breath, to try and cough away the smoke that burned in her eyes as she shifted backwards, her heels clumsily tripping over the grass and clods of dirt strewn about from the persistence of Jane’s offensive spells. Suddenly, she heard it before she ever saw it. Jane’s voice bellowed out, and through the fog, she couldn’t see anything. All of a sudden, the spell hit her square in the chest and sent her skyrocketing; she plummeted out of the ring, soared like a golden blur as her blonde locks thrashed around her. High up in the air, until, inevitably, she came crashing down almost a hundred yards away and with a few broken bones from her less than graceful fall.
[[[Rawr, NEWTS stole most of my attention, so, I scratched our last little plan, Maiya, figured it’d be more fun if everyone could watch the duels instead of worrying, lololo]]]
Location:
The Lake dueling Jane Troubles: Pain
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