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Damien EdgeworthSlytherin // First Year // The Gardens // WearingCURRENTLY WITH // No oneCURRENTLY FEELING // Annoyed; CuriousCURRENTLY THINKING // 'Oh, my God, he just... please don't let him see me, please...'═════════════════════════════════
Damien watched, his nervousness turning into outright horror when the professor cast a spell he'd never even heard of, and the cat yowled in pain. Damien looked away, but it was too late; he'd already seen the creature die, horribly, bloodily, at the hands of the man. Never in his life had he been so afraid. There was something inherently sinister about the man, and Damien was terrified that he would see him. When he saw him kill the cat, he wasn't able to keep the gasp of surprise, of horror, from escaping. He prayed that the professor hadn't heard, that he'd been so intent on the cat, and so wrapped up in whatever was going on inside his obviously crazy mind, that he hadn't heard. He didn't want this man to see him. He didn't want him to know he was there. It was just a cat, Damien told himself, just a stupid bloody cat, it wasn't really that big of a deal that the man had killed it. And yet, Damien couldn't help but be utterly horrified at the gruesome manner the deed had been done in, the horrific nature of the spell. He closed his eyes, muttering quietly to himself to stay still, to stay quiet, hoping that he would remain unnoticed. He didn't want to find out if the man was willing to hurt another human being, didn't want to find out if he was so wound up that he'd hurt a child.
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2012 5:54 pm
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Regret ☂ Owens
Divinations Professor
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Regret, Regret, a voice whispered in his head. It laughed at him, taunted him. But no one was there but himself, a simple figment of his imagination, his fear personified by dark magic. Now you're alone, it cackled. "Who's there?!" Regret yelled into the quiet depths of the night, searching for that nonexistent intruder.
His eyes, wide in fear and insanity, glanced around the garden. A magical creature? With one glimpse, he caught something off in the garden. he saw movement, he felt a breath, he heard a heartbeat. "Come out!" he yelled at the direction of the stranger, his wand at the ready, alert, shaking.
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2012 9:53 pm
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Damien EdgeworthSlytherin // First Year // The Gardens // WearingCURRENTLY WITH // No oneCURRENTLY FEELING // Annoyed; CuriousCURRENTLY THINKING // 'Oh, bloody hell... just, just stay calm, don't make him angry...'═════════════════════════════════
When he heard the voice call out, Damien didn't move for a long moment, his eyes still closed, telling himself that the man hadn't heard him or seen him, that the professor was jumping at shadows. But, when he opened his eyes, the man's gaze had fallen to his location, his wand out, pointing at Damien's hiding spot. Damien took a deep breath, his eyes growing wide with fear. He could just stay there, he thought, but immediately shot that idea down. The man might just start firing spells, and what if he cast the one... the one he'd used on the cat? Damien didn't care much for cats, didn't see the point to them, really, aside from catching mice, which owls did in addition to the post, but still, he did feel the slightest bit of sympathy for the creature, something he wasn't sure he'd ever felt. But, he was quite certain that most of that sympathy was because now, he was going to have to face the man who'd done it. He was utterly terrified that the man might hurt him as he had the now dead creature. Summoning every bit of courage he had, Damien stood, his hands up in the age old pose of surrender. "Please, sir, don't... don't hurt... hurt me..." Damien realized, with a slight grimace at the irony of it, that he sounded rather like the half-blood girl, stammering like an idiot. But, he told himself, it was perfectly understandable. This man had just killed a cat, was clearly not right in the head. He might do something horrible to the boy for witnessing it! With that thought in mind, Damien took a few more deep breaths, trying to summon the courage to run for it. All his snide, better-than-you attitude flew out the window in the face of his fear.
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2012 1:48 pm
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Cause she's just like the weather, can't hold her together
Marina Eugenie Aldred, Proud Halfblood, Slytherin First Year
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Mood: Alarmed
Thoughts: Oh, God, please let that not be Jet....
Location: Gardens
Friends: Cloe, Eoin, Sparrow, and MinKi
OOC: If you don't want me to jump in, let me know and I'll delete this post.
Marina knew she never should have gone into the gardens. If only she'd been less stupid, if only she'd been too much of a wimp to sneak out, if only her cat hadn't run away..... But it was too late now. She'd discovered Jet was gone after taking a shower and coming back to the Dorms. Marina instantly knew he had to be in the Gardens. The grey kitten tended to wander off, and when he did, he headed to the Gardens where he could play all he wanted. But he'd never wandered off at night. He was always curled up on her bed, purring, ready to sleep on her stomach when she lay down. So she'd reluctantly sneaked out to go find him. By sheer luck she avoided getting caught. She'd made her way to the Gardens, shivering from the night chill, goosebumps on her pale freckled arms. Her pajamas were worn and thin. She had padded softly along in her slippers, calling out Jet's name softly. Then she heard a cat yowl and a curse being uttered. Then there was silence for a minute or two. She stood there, petrified, not moving. She heard someone call out, a man. And then there was a boy's voice pleading. Marina Aldred was not a idiot. She knew that a very bad situation was unfolding. No one else was around. That might not have been Jet. This wasn't any of her business. But she did something very idiotic. Also very brave. She took off running towards the sounds she'd heard, hair flying out behind her, eyes wide and wand at the ready.
"Justice without force is powerless; force without justice is tyrannical"
Born from dark water, daughter of the rain and snow
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2012 2:36 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2012 3:08 pm
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Cause she's just like the weather, can't hold her together
Marinas Eugenie Aldred, Proud Halfblood, Slytherin First Year
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Mood: Shocked
Thoughts: What did he do to that cat?!
With: Professor Owens and Damien
Location: Garden
Marina hadn't know what she'd find, but she certainly hadn't expected a dead cat lying in a puddle of blood, the Divinations professor, and Damien Edgeworth without a smug smirk on his face. She skidded to a halt, staring at the bizarre and grotesque scene. She felt her supper rise up in her stomach as she saw the cat. She suppressed a gag and averted her eyes. At least the cat wasn't Jet. What in the name of Merlin was going on, though? She heard a man cursing the cat and a boy pleading. That meant the boy had to be Damien, despite that she couldn't picture him begging for his life, and the man had to be the professor..... Why would he kill a cat? She stood there, framed in the moonlight surveying them. "What's going on, Damien?" she asked in a very calm tone, though inside she was screaming. She wasn't going to address that murderer, professor or not. Her wand trembled ever so slightly in her hand, but she did not lower, her whole body tense.
"Justice without force is powerless; force without justice is tyrannical"
Born from dark water, daughter of the rain and snow
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2012 8:16 pm
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Damien EdgeworthSlytherin // First Year // The Gardens // WearingCURRENTLY WITH // No oneCURRENTLY FEELING // TerrifiedCURRENTLY THINKING // 'Oh, bloody hell... just, just stay calm, don't make him angry...'═════════════════════════════════
Damien's eyes widened more, his fear and discomfort growing. He did not, under any circumstances, want this man to take him back inside. When Marina approached, he gave her a desperate, worried look. Later, he might be ashamed she'd seen him so vulnerable, but as of right now, he was just glad not to be alone out there. The man seemed to be trying to hold onto some shred of sanity, but he'd just killed a bloody cat, in cold blood, without thinking or even hesitating. Damien didn't even remotely trust that whatever had him in such a dark place wouldn't push him to do something to either of the students. He gulped a little, turning back to the professor. "That, um, that's really not, not necessary, Sir, I um... I can, I can get back, back to my Common Room, my dorm, I mean. I, I'll go back there now, just, um... Just, please, please don't uh, don't take me to the Headmistress," he tacked that on, hoping that it would be a good reason for him to just go to his dorm alone, so that the man wouldn't escort him, or take him to his office. "I, uh, I just, I was practicing, my uh, my Charmwork, but, but my, my parents would, uh, they would be very disappointed, if, if I were in trouble, for, for being out after curfew. I... um..." He glanced at Marina out of the corner of his eye, and then back to the professor. "I, um, I'm sure my housemate, she, uh, she doesn't want to get into trouble, either, so, so we'll just go back, together. You... you can just... whatever you were doing," When he said this he flinched, realizing that bringing up the professor's previous actions might not have been the best idea. He took a few steps towards Marina. He needed to get out of here, and needed to get her out of here. She was a girl, he was a boy, even if they didn't really get along or approve of each other, it was his imperative to protect her if she were in danger, and they were most certainly in danger. He held a hand out to her. "Marina, um, come, come on, we should, we should go, go to the Dorms. Um... whatever, whatever you're doing out here, it's, it's not worth..." 'Worth getting hurt over, he thought, but when he spoke, he had enough peace of mind to say, "... not worth getting into trouble, right? So, so we should go," he finished, his eyes pleading. They needed to leave, to get away from him. He was dangerous.
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2012 8:36 pm
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Regret ☂ Owens
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"I don't appreciate being lied to, boy," Regret said, his voice dark, shadows swimming in his eyes. A warning, an ominous presence in himself. Two students out of their dorms after curfew. Both from Slytherin too. How disappointing.
His focus shifted between the two students as a dark wish burned inside him. The air around him filled with the acrid sense of the blood, the tangy liquid's scent making him sick. His smile, crazed, like he would let people witness actions that could incriminate him. But then again, he could just let them be; Hogwarts was of no more use to him. However... It would dirty his family's reputation.
He neared the two students, keeping a constant stride as he heard his steps echo in the night. His facial expression, growing more and more dangerous. "I insist on escorting you back to your dorms," he simply said. Like Regret would let them go that easily.
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2012 8:57 pm
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Damien EdgeworthSlytherin // First Year // The Gardens // WearingCURRENTLY WITH // No oneCURRENTLY FEELING // TerrifiedCURRENTLY THINKING // 'Oh, God, we have to get out of here, have to make it to the castle...''═════════════════════════════════
Damien's face drained of all color at the menacing look on the professor's face. This, this was horrible, the man was insane! He looked at them with those crazy, terrible eyes, and Damien just knew, just knew that he didn't intend to see them to their dorm. There was something dark swimming behind those eyes, and he was more terrified than he'd ever been in his life. Rather than waiting for Marina to give him her hand, he snatched it, giving her a pleading look. "Marina, run!" he hissed, and took off, holding her hand in his like a vice, dragging her along behind him. He wished that she hadn't come, that she hadn't appeared just then. She'd walked in on what was probably the worst possible encounter she ever could have. Hell, he wished he hadn't been there. He didn't know if he hadn't, if she would have been better off, since obviously she still would have been there. But she was his responsibility now, and he needed to get her out of here. He wasn't a very fast runner, however, so if she seemed to start going faster than him, he was prepared to let her go, to slow his own pace so that she stood a chance. He wasn't a very physical person; at that moment, he wished that perhaps he were a bit more like Dominic. His friend was on the Quidditch team, surely he'd have been able to run faster, to get them to safety. Damien was sure that he was going to have to split from the girl, and hoped to God that when he did, the professor would follow after him and not her. He'd run toward the forest, he decided, and she could run towards the school. Surely the man would see that if he followed her, he risked someone else, and adult, seeing him.
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2012 10:29 pm
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Regret ☂ Owens
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Don't let them escape, a woman's voice whispered to him. Odd familiarity sounded from the voice, a coincidence, Regret assumed. He smirked, his wand hand tingling with a spell. He waved, gracefully, and a dark shadow appeared behind him almost instantaneously, growing taller and wilder as it flew towards the two students.
But at a closer look, the "shadow" was actually fire, the heat suffocating, burning. It was a simple firestorm spell, but something was peculiar about the flames; They were black and sometimes glowed blue, an ominous presence. A firestorm spell infused with dark magic, its aim to capture its master's prey.
Such a simple spell, made tenfold times more powerful with dark magic. Regret simply smiled.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 8:53 am
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Cause she's just like the weather, can't hold her together
Marina Eugenie Aldred, Proud Halfblood, Slytherin First Year
Wearing
Mood: Afraid
Thoughts: He's going to kill us!
With: Damien
Location: Gardens
Time had frozen. She'd stood there, not moving, watching stunned as Damien Edgeworth tried to save her life and his. She'd simply looked in shock at his extended hand. Then everything unfroze when he grabbed her hand. It was if she was brought back to life. She let out a yelp as he pulled her away from the crazed professor and into the shrubbery. Merlin, but he was strong! Then all she could hear was her feet pounding the ground as she ran and her ragged breaths. All she could think was Damien. Damien Edgeworth is trying to protect me. I thought he hated me. I was so sure he was an evil person. I thought I had him all figured out. I was wrong. This had to be a dream. Because the Damien she knew would never risk his skin to save a poor halfblood girl who despised him. Never. Yet, here he was. She glanced over her shoulder fearfully as they ran, her hand still locked into his grip. And she screamed at what she saw. "Damien! Look!" She tugged at his hand, not able to take her eyes off the approaching fire.
"Justice without force is powerless; force without justice is tyrannical"
Born from dark water, daughter of the rain and snow
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 7:11 pm
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Damien EdgeworthSlytherin // First Year // The Gardens // WearingCURRENTLY WITH // Marina, being chased by Regret OwensCURRENTLY FEELING // Terrified, in painCURRENTLY THINKING // 'Oh, God, hurts so much, it hurts...''═════════════════════════════════
At Marina's shout, Damien stopped and turned to look over his shoulder, and his eyes somehow managed to grow wider. Tears pooled as he realized that they... they might die. They might actually die. This man was insane, and he was going to kill them. Somehow, briefly, a somewhat lucid thought reached his mind, and he wondered how on earth the headmistress had thought this man was an acceptable candidate for a professor. The thought was driven from his mind as the fire reached them, and he used all of his strength to shove Marina away as it hit him. The shadowed flames consumed him. He barely made note that, upon hitting him, the flame had stopped, that it hadn't continued after the girl. He fell to his knees, and then collapsed, the flames licking across his skin, burning and blackening him. He heard screaming, and realized it was coming from him. His throat felt raw, and yet he couldn't stop screaming. It hurt... it hurt so bad... he couldn't... couldn't even handle it... Damien's screams stopped, his eyes going blank, not passing out, but rather shutting down, closing the reality off. He knew he was in pain, but he couldn't feel it anymore. He wondered if this was what it was like to die...
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Amata had been going for her nightly walk over the grounds when she heard the screams coming from the Gardens. She took off in a run, cursing herself for always wearing heels, even on her walks, as the heel of her boots stuck in the ground with each step. She rounded a corner and found Regret, with a small, sadistic smile on his face. She covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes growing wide as she saw a small form, the young boy on the ground, burning, and the girl, her eyes wide, watching, a terrified, confused expression on her face. Amata took her wand out, and gave it a quick, forceful motion, calling out, "Aduro Occuro," relief washing over her as the flames receded. She ran to the boy's side, falling to her knees. He was burned all over, and seemed to be in a sort of catatonic stasis, his eyes wide open, but unseeing, tears leaking from them and trailing over his blackened skin. Amata could scarcely believe what she'd come across. She gathered the boy in her arms, holding him to her, grimacing when he let out a soft moan, clearly in an unbelievable amount of pain. She looked up at Regret, her eyes angry and depressed. "Regret, what... what have you done?! What in God's name were you thinking?! You... you could have... this boy could die, Regret, what on Earth happened?" Amata fought to keep from saying anything more, to keep from insulting him. He was clearly unstable, though she didn't know why. She'd known that he held a pain inside him, intense from the loss of his family, but she'd never thought he could be capable of this. This... this was an atrocity! She stood, the boy gathered in her arms, and moved to stand between him and the girl, moving the young man over her shoulder so that she could hold out her wand. He looked crazed, and she needed to be able to defend herself... but she couldn't believe this. The kind, soft spoken man, with the old world charm, who she'd befriended, the only member of the staff she'd been able to grow close to, and yet... now she couldn't believe that they had ever been close. How could they have been, if she hadn't known he was capable of this? She wanted there to be some other explanation, wanted someone else to have done this, but she knew it had been him. And it hurt. She wanted to cry. But she had a duty, as a professor, to protect the two students. So she stood there, her wand raised, waiting for him to make a move. Whether he attacked or argued or ran, she would be ready. She needed to get the boy to the hospital wing, but she couldn't turn her back to Regret just yet.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 8:46 pm
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Regret ☂ Owens
Divinations Professor
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Regret never knew simple words could be so powerful. The pain it causes, its magnitude sent chills down his spine. He never felt so alive. All his life, he spent looking after others, helping them, the selfless Regret. Not once did he put himself above someone. But now, it was different. Power surged in his veins, his smile growing wider. Who knew, that causing pain was more enjoyable than helping someone?
Kill him, a young girl's voice whispered. The voice was soft, yet firm. Beautiful, yet sinister. "I see," he laughed. "I see!" His family never left him! They were there, watching over him, commanding him even as they twisted and turned in their graves. Was it his imagination? Was it real? Who knew! Regret felt alive.
His wand raised, aimed at the boy. "Av-" he began to cast. Before he could even finish the first word, Amata Harlowe extinguished his flames, and with it, the exhilaration.
For one second, Regret stood there, Kage behind him, the student in front of him. Two sins committed within five minutes. What happened to him? He wanted to go back in time and erase all of this... This monstrosity that was unfolding before his eyes. Amata... He wished that she wasn't the one who found him like this. Regret, his eyes filled with fear, turned around and ran. If he could hurt two defenseless students, then what would he do to an adult witch?
Coward, three voices echoed.
{Exit to Forbidden Forest.}
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 10:14 pm
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Damien wasn't aware of the professor's appearance, or of the man's retreat. He didn't hear Marina crying out, didn't feel Amata's arms around him. He felt nothing, saw nothing, knew nothing. It was as if his being had been taken from him. He couldn't think, or feel, as if he were not longer there. But, he was, in some way. Breathing, though labored, holding on to something. There was a part of him, something so far buried that even he wasn't aware it was there, that was screaming out in anger and in defiance. He would not die, would not allow his life to be taken. He would hold on to this, to his life, to this world. That small piece of him was all that was left; the rest of his being was far removed from this world, pushed back to a corner of his mind; the space it had left open was black.
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Amata watched Regret run away. She considered going after him, briefly, before telling herself that the children were more important. No matter how much she wanted to go after the man she had thought was her friend, it was her responsibility to take care of these two, so young, so innocent, and so fragile. The boy was breathing, but it was hard, coming in small, sharp exhalations and slow, difficult inhalations. She had to get him to the hospital wing; otherwise he might die. She turned, leaning down to hold her hand out to the girl, noting her Slytherin robes. Normally, it would be her responsibility as a professor to reprimand her for being out after curfew, but she was sure that they'd been through enough; she doubted very much if either of them would ever sneak out after hours again. She held out a hand to the girl. "Hello, dear, are you alright? What is your name?" It was important to calm the girl, she knew. Both children would likely bear mental scars for what had happened; it was her job to make them smaller, to help them heal faster. To minimize the damage to their delicate psyches. She offered her a sad, careful smile. "Come with me, dear, we need to get you both to the hospital wing."
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