Empty Classrooms

[Professor Tahiri]

William Radcliffe

Will smiled when she suggested going back to the Common Room; she was right after all, he should be somewhere that he could be found if there was any new developments. Then she kissed him again and his smile was even wider. He felt a flutter in his stomach, but he heard that was normal, and he kind of liked the feeling. He took her hand in his. "Ready to go now?"  

[NarwhalTears]

Indala nodded, giddy from the time she had spent with Will.
True, finding out that Tamara had been kidnapped rocked her to her core,
but the happiness she felt as she walked out of the classroom hand-in-hand with Will was like nothing she had felt before,
and she wished that it could last forever.

(( Next post Gryffindor Common Room))  

[Garden of Wisteria]

Ferreus was sprawled in a comfortable, ratty old chair in the former Lady McNair's study. Unlike her husband, she possessed quite a few interesting tomes that Ferreus was enjoying perusing. The house elf had thrown a proper fit when it had first seen him in there. But now the creature's body was rotting in a refuse heap. This was not the sort of place that he enjoyed residing, it was not suited for him in the least. Though after a thousand years without sleep or food, he was willing to spend some time in a squalorly hut before claiming claim to a locale of more appropriate quality.

Like the tickle of a small feather, he felt the girl in the back of his mind. Smiling, he flipped the book closed and set it on a side table. Leaning back in the chair, his legs sprawled open, his palms resting on his knees, he laid his head back and closed his eyes with a smirk. She had passed out from exhaustion. He wasn't surprised. He hadn't been letting her get much sleep lately. If only she would accept him, then she could really enjoy all of what he did to her in her dreams.

In his age, Ferreus preferred the virgins. A pure sacrifice. After all, he only wanted them for one time anyway, afterwards he often let Raven dispose of them. Though he might be willing to keep the girl in the Malavei, if she proved herself useful. And obedient. The reason that she had interested him was the violence and rage that she had experienced. She was a trained killer already at an age where most were still unformed balls of clay. But she was not a finished masterpiece. Ferreus was determined to shape her to his liking.

But she had been proving resistant. In the beginning, he had used only eroticism to plague her sleep. But then she quickly developed more and more hostile towards him. That and the boy had entered her thoughts. He could never understand what made girls so stupid. When given the choice between the alpha and a runt, she had chosen the runt. Ferreus would see him killed eventually, simply for daring to interfere with what belonged to Ferreus. He had marked her, and she would forever be his.

Well, as long as he let her live. An amount of time which was quickly dwindling as she continued to provoke him. Even as he sifted through her memories, he saw the boy again at the train station, the people that had taken her in. All of them somehow convincing her that she was true and honorable. But then, McNair's son had somehow done the trick and released her inner beast. That boy, Ferreus scoffed, such a liar. Ferreus knew that he was not a true follower. But it amused him to see how he continued to lie. Even to the faces of three such as the Tribunal. McNair was convinced that he would be one of them in time. Ferreus knew better. But after living an eternity, he could wait a year or two to kill the boy.

For now, he had his uses. Ferreus would have to see if the boy could replicate his success with the girl again. Sneering, he saw how she displayed herself in humility after a few small hits with a stick. The pompous fool of a teacher seemed so smug, thinking himself so talented to tame such a beast. But he didn't know that it was Ferreus that was softening her. But a simple bow would not do. No, Ferreus wanted more. She would crawl to him and beg for his touch, plead to be permitted to serve him.

But now it was time to punish her for her idiocy. Thrusting himself into her mind, he shaped the reality of her dreams. Controlling her and everything that she would see and experience.

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Levera sat at a table, a blindfold on her face. Her stomach growled again. Ferreus leaned down from behind her, gently moving her hair behind her shoulder and over her ear to whisper in it. "Eat, my child."

In desperate hunger, she began shoveling spoonful after spoonful into her mouth. The taste of the food was rich and delicious. Small groans escaped her as she chewed and swallowed. Ferreus stood to the side and watched with a satisfied smile. Reaching over, he guided her hand to a goblet. "Drink, my child."

Raising the cup to her lips, sweet, cool liquid flowed into her mouth and refreshed her. The taste of it having no equal except to the food. Back and forth she ate and drank her fill. Only then did Ferreus step closer to her. Leaning in, he gently kissed her temple. "Very good, darling. Now, I grant you sight."

As he slid the blindfold from her face, she could see what it was that she had been eating. The meat pie that she had been feasting on was cut up bits of human. Ears, noses, fingers, toes, tongues, eyes, along with other fleshy bits. Ferreus gave a wolfish smile. "More to drink?" he motioned to the goblet. The sides were stained where she had drank and the small remainder sloshed inside. It was blood. But the sight of the liquid swirling gently in the glass made her so very thirsty. Reaching out, she tentatively reached for it.

"That's right, my child. There is no harm in accepting who you are. Now, let me show you the founder of our feast."

Walking to the side buffet table, he yanked a sheet off. Therian's mutilated body could hardly be recognized. "Seconds, my dear?" Ferreus asked as Levera lunged at the corpse, much as she had lunged at the teacher, and sank her teeth into Therian's throat.

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She was in a familiar place. This was Ferreus room in his castle. The room was a mixture of black marble and rich, red cherry wood. The bed was large enough to contain ten bodies lying shoulder to shoulder across. The sheets were red silk and pooled on the floor like freshly spilled blood. There was red netting enclosing the bed, so the two shapes were distorted as they writhed. The view moved closer, circling around the bed. The moaning and screaming in ecstasy could be heard throughout the whole castle and in this room, the girl's cries of pleasure were nearly ear shattering.

His mouth was hot and wet over her skin. Rough and commanding. As were his hands as one pinned her wrists down above her head, the other fisting her hair and pulling her head roughly back so her back arched off of the bed. Pulling back, he forcefully thr-

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"LEVERA!!!" Therian's eyes were full of concern as he gently held her head. She was laying on the chaise and he was sitting next to her. His one hand cradled the side of her head, the rubbing her arm soothingly as it laid across his lap. She had started making noise as he was lighting candles around the room. He had thought that she had woken up and came over to her, but she had been thrashing.

He couldn't make out all of her words. Some of it was more motions. She looked like she was trying to push something away, shaking her head. Her mouth opening like she would like to spit something out. And then she had shrieked outloud, her back arching up as her face contorted in fear. Then she was limp again. The next fit had been when she started crying. At first it was just a soft shake of her head. Then a whispering, mumbling "no...nonono....please stop.." As the dream drew on, she became worse. Her body was rolling as though someone was touching her and she appeared to be enjoying it, but her face looked horrified. Tears ran down her cheeks and Therian used the sleeve of his robe to pat them away.

He knew that she would have been upset to know that he had seen her cry. It was upsetting enough to him. Levera didn't cry. She was so strong and feisty and aggressive, he couldn't have pictured her before with tears running down her face and he never wanted to see it again. She looked so different. So...vulnerable.

As she finally snapped back into consciousness, Therian let out a relieved sigh and smiled gently, "Finally. I thought you were going to sleep all night. Ready to get back to being expelled?" he joked lightly.

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Ferreus' black fiery eyes flicked open and he scowled. He really hated that boy.  

[Boku_ha_Ronnel]

❋ ❋ ❋ нεявσℓσgy ❋ ❋ ❋

Eraz strode through the hallways, his magic drifting outwards to find the trace amount that would linger around the young girl that he had had to punish earlier. He had found the spot where she had fallen - that had been easy enough, for the remains of his charmed paper had been dusted across the floor. And that had been the only reason he knew any of what had happened - he had spotted foot prints leading to where there was a clear spot in the crumbled paper debris, the spot where the girl had been, then dragging footsteps had led away. That had been enough to tell the Herbologist that someone had come and carried her after she had collapsed, but who it was he didn't know.
Suddenly the man froze. A whisper of something had passed by him, something that he vaguely recognized, a trace of magic that he had been exposed to years ago when he was being trained. But that trace was far darker than what he had been shown, tainted with malignant intent and disgusting emotions.
That is impossible, none of these British mages should know how to use soul magic! They all treat it as dark.... His primary instructor had used a soul-based spell on Eraz once when he was young, so that he would be able to recognize it. He shook off that feeling for now - it had no bearing on what was going on, and he needed to find that girl immediately. He resumed his trek down the corridors of the ancient castle.
After nearly half an hour of searching Eraz froze when he heard a voice inside of one of the classrooms. At this time there shouldn't be anyone inside of the classrooms as all of the students were supposed to be at the feast or at their rooms. The large man tightened his grip on his staff and pushed into the room, and sagged for a moment in relief when he saw that the girl was there. He immediately straightened up, though he did not adopt that cold b*****d persona that he had used in the hall.
"She is not going to be expelled sir, not if I have any say in the matter. But she does need to learn to control her temper a bit." There was a trace of amusement in the man's voice as he turned to look at the girl. She appeared to be highly agitated about something, but he couldn't tell what it was...and something in her posture made him shift and tighten his grip on his staff. Then he figured it out - she looked like an injured fox he had seen once, when it was caught in a trap - cornered and frightened, poised to lash out against anything around it. And there was no way just the punishment he had inflicted would bring out that reaction. His dark eyes narrowed as he tried to figure out what it was - there was something lingering on the edge of his senses but whatever it was eluded him for the moment.

 

[Garden of Wisteria]

Therian stroked Levera's forehead as he became more concerned. She seemed lost in her dream world, like she was having trouble finding her way back. He had heard her a few nights through the walls of the Three Broomsticks. At first he had let his young man's perverted mind imagine what was eliciting such noises from her. But when he would see her in the mornings she did not look sated and glowing. Instead she looked haunted, angry and tired. But he had never seen her suffer one of her dreams in person.

He was just about to start patting her cheek or full out slap her so she would jump into attack mode and at least be kicking the s**t out of him rather than seeing her so upset. But that was when a voice shocked him from the entrance of the room. Therian started and spun on the teacher that had beaten her in the Great Hall. In years past, Therian had been a sweet, obedient (mostly), and fun loving young man. But since his brother's death at the hands of the Tribunal, he was not the same young man.

"Oh really? Why expel her when you could keep her here and continue to beat her up for the year? Does it make you feel like more of a man? Beating a twelve year old girl up in front of the whole school and then torturing her to exhaustion? A Body-bind jinx wouldn't have worked? Or Leg-locker or levitation or anything else besides beating her senseless? For Merlin's sake, you grab her above the knee and she has a falling down tickling fit. The slimy b*****d that she was beating on probably deserved it. So what are you here for now? She is just coming conscious again? Do you want to hold her under water until she stops kicking? Or maybe just see if you can make her relive her screwed up childhood."

Therian's voice was low and passionate. He hated this man already. He knew that he was probably arguing himself into detention, but he didn't care. He didn't care about much anymore, but the girl on the chaise was one of those few things that still mattered.  

[Feverw0lf]

Second Year Slytherin Student: SaLevera Sykes



The visions that Ferreus fed her had been getting progressively worse, but these two had been the most angry. Something Therian had done must have struck a chord in him, because he'd never fed Levera a vision so vicious.
Vision Levera was disgusted with herself for eating Therian's flesh. Bile rose up in her throat, but she forced it back down, ignoring the path of fire that it traced down her throat. Her body was starved, she could literally feel the acid in her stomach burning her. Any protein that her system could get was welcome. As much as Vision Levera cared about Therian, he was dead and was more useful this way. Tears welled up in Vision Levera's eyes, but she wouldn't cry, it was irrational to cry over the loss of Therian.
Her purely primal self took over at that point, survival instincts told her she was a starving animal that need nurishment and in that second she lost herself and she set to attacking Therian's flesh, tearing at him like a starving wolf, even growling at Ferreus when he got too close to her.

Suddenly that vision snapped away and Levera turned to her normal self...one that was disgusted by the very thought of Ferreus touching her. But on that horribly familiar bed all her body could feel was a sick pleasure, she craved it, but it disgusted her. She pressed up against him and then tried to pull away. He teased her by letting her, allowing her to think for just a second that she had free will, but then he'd steal it from her. And all Levera wanted to do was cry.

But then someone was screaming her name and she snapped back into reality. She shot up, clinging to Therian for a moment. She wanted to bury her head in his shoulder and breathe him in, hold him close and prove to herself he was alive, kiss him to make everything that was Ferreus in her go away. She also had this completely uncharacteristic urge to cry, but she held back her tears. Her mouth opened to say something, but then the door to the classroom creaked open.

Levera hated herself for her weakness, she shot back further on the chaise, pulling herself away from Therian. Her breath quickened and she felt everything like a caged animal, a million emotions that she didn't understand ran through her at once. The professor from before walked into the room and tossed a witty retort to whatever Therian had said, but Levera didn't hear any of it.

All she saw was the man who, for some reason she couldn't explain, made her bow submissively. He was not her master, but he was her better....even then she shouldn't have conceded the fight to him. She clamped down on her stream of thought, it was taking over her senses and she didn't want to be without them. She started growling unconsciously, it was a warning growl that animals gave off when they wanted to appear intimidating, but knew they were in a corner.

For a moment Levera started losing herself again to her primal instincts. Exhaustion had cause her fight or flight reflex to kick back in, and her body was screaming fight tooth and nail to survive.

Some part of her conscious mind vaguely told her that there was no threat in this room, but her primal survival instincts overrode that thought quickly and suddenly everyone in the room was an enemy and they had to go away. Levera's rational self gave up to her primal self, it was easier that way, she could handle the pain in this form, she could turn it into fuel.

She heard Therian's rant, but didn't understand any of the words that were coming out of his mouth. Her senses locked onto him and the only being in the room was Therian. And since everyone was an enemy, Therian was an enemy.

Without even comprehending what she was doing she launched herself at Therian, tackling him to the ground and initiating a wrestling match with him. The movements were oddly familiar, like a dance she'd done with the same partner over and over again, but Levera's rational mind was in no state to completely comprehend the Deja vu and she lost herself in the brawl.

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“Pain is temporary. It may last a minute, or an hour, or a day, or a year, but eventually it will subside and something else will take its place. If I quit, however, it lasts forever. Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain.”  

[Garden of Wisteria]

Therian was about to launch into the second wave of his rant when he noticed that the low growling sound was coming from Levera. She looked crazed, her eyes looked distant and wild. There was confusion, panic and a feral aggression. She was looking at the professor and Therian wondered if the man had hurt her worse than even he had suspected. Had this b*****d opened up something painful from her past that she was having trouble dealing with.

"Levera?" Therian asked as he stepped between her and the professor. Hoping that, like a scared animal, she would feel safer if he was buffering her. But her eyes locked on him, the growling low and increasingly hostile. Therian was spinning on his heel to turn back on the Professor to blame this on him as well when he was hit soundly from behind. Therian's body was thrown forward violently onto the stone floor with the little wildcat on top of him. She was attacking powerfully but not as calculating as usual.

Over the summer they had spent plenty of time sparring and wrestling. Both of them were fueled by rage and they didn't pull punches with each other. Well, Therian refused to hit her in the face, but that was as close as he came to going easy on her. In the beginning he had tried to go easy on her. But it had quickly become clear that she had more balls and a hard punch than most full grown men. At first, they were annoying each other just to fight but a slow sort of kinship grew out of that and fighting was part of their daily routine, sometimes arranged other times spontaneous.

So he could tell when she jumped on him, that this wasn't her usual trained approach, this was wild rage. From flat on the ground he whipped his body to the left, full momentum behind his elbow. Catching her in her dorsal ribcage and knocking her body off of his, he continued the roll and came over on top of her. Quickly grabbing her slender wrists as he kneeled on her chest, he had to elbow her hard in the knee cap when she tried to throw a long leg up to kick him. Once he had both of her hands secured over her head, pinned to the ground by one of his large hands, he threw his other leg over her as he slid down her body, both knees now firmly in her stomach.

She was hissing and spitting under him like a wild creature. Her body was arching and bucking wildly but he weighed too much and she was being too erratic to have much effect at throwing him off. Though a few times she came close. "Levera!... Levera!" His face was close to hers as he shouted but she didn't even seem to be registering that he was speaking. Getting a firmer hold on her wrists with his one hand and sliding his knees off of her so that he was straddling her body as he yanked her wrists forward and he leaned back. She was kicking and thrashing again and he elbowed her in the knee cap again and as she jerked the leg he grabbed his failsafe.

Therian had been raised for a few years in the Muggle world, something his mother had wanted to try out. He had went to school and been socialized to Muggle customs. He found them odd and their practices backwards. But one thing he had loved were superheroes. And the one thing that all superheroes had in common was that they all had a weakness. And if Levera was a superhero, the ticklish spot about two inches above her knee on the inside of her slim thigh, was her Kryptonite.

Giving it a well practiced pulsing squeeze, she started thrashing and screaming and then, a giggle broke through. Soon a torrent of laughter was coming from her lips. But he wasn't about to let up until he knew she was back. "Who is the winner? Come on, Levera. Come back to me. Tell me I'm the winner..." Therian hissed through his teeth as he struggled to keep ahold of the thrashing vixen. If this professor damaged her and she didn't come back to her senses, Therian was going to kill him.  

[Boku_ha_Ronnel]

❋ ❋ ❋ нεявσℓσgy ❋ ❋ ❋

Eraz leaned against the wall with a groan as he watched the girl's actions. The taint that filled the air, and the confusion with which this boy who obviously knew the girl dealt with how she was now acting, confirmed it in the staff-user. It also answered a question for him - this was the target of the soul magic, someone had attacked her mind. He frowned slightly - did everyone truly see him as a monster for dealing with the girl in the hall like she had to be dealt with? This was ridiculous, he wasn't an abusive man! Though considering this was his first time here and that the first issue he had to break up he did so in a violent manner probably didn't give too good an impression.
Sheesh, this really isn't a good beginning to the year... but that is unimportant. No, that girl is in danger, and anyone who sees me trying to help will now be suspicious, just like this boy is. He turned over how to recover this situation - the girl needed help and apparently he was the only one who could, and would, train her in the manner she would need to cope with her early training, and yet everyone around her, including one of the professors affiliated with her house, was going to be trying to keep him away. He saw the boy try something unconventional in trying to subdue the girl and raised one eyebrow as he began preparing a healing spell that would reduce the swelling in the bruises that the two would incur while brawling against each other.
"Not that you're listening to me, but it's her childhood made me act the way I did to her kid. She was raised like I was - I didn't mean for her to pass out from exhaustion, that she did implies something else is wrong with her. And the reason I came to find her was to carry her to the Hospital Wing. And just so you know, I fully agree with you that the boy probably deserved it, but with her acting the way she was in the Great Hall, I didn't have time to deal with him properly." Though with the way that other Professor acted, even if I had tried dealing with the boy he would have just undone anything I did. Eraz snorted under his breath as his healing spell completed its preparations. Now as soon as the girl was coherent, the professor could heal the two of them without worrying.

 

[Feverw0lf]

Second Year Slytherin Student: SaLevera Sykes



Levera flinched as Therian started tickling her leg. She hated it when he did that. She flailed erratically at him, growling and whimpering, trying to order him to get off of her. She bucked her hips once her twice like a wild horse, desperate to throw him, but she couldn't resists the effects of the tickling. A small squeaky giggle escaped her lip. Then she was laughing like mad, she wanted to stop, but she couldn't, Therian was saying something to her, but she couldn't understand him.

His voice was familiar though and soothing. It felt like a million years since she'd heard it, she stopped flailing and clung to him, still laughing, but wishing she could stop because it was beginning to hurt her abdomen. “ N..never...y..you can't beat m...me...” She dug her nails into Therian's back, “ S...stop....b...before I...k..kill you...” Her threat wasn't as menacing as she intended it to be due to her laughing.

Levera clawed at him. “ F..fine...you win....you win...stop.” She was laughing so hard she was crying and clinging to Therian like her life depended on it.


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“Pain is temporary. It may last a minute, or an hour, or a day, or a year, but eventually it will subside and something else will take its place. If I quit, however, it lasts forever. Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain.”  

[Garden of Wisteria]

Therian continued his teasing and taunting come ons. The same things that usually drove Levera crazy. Though he was sure that deep down she found it cute. After all, they both knew that the only way for him to win was to cheat. He could hold his own with her for a while, but she was small and quick with crazy stamina. A thought that usually brought a rather inappropriate smile to his face.

But not tonight. Levera snarled and thrashed, whenever her hands slipped out of his they would be scratching and clawing at him and Therian was quickly regretting taking his robes off when he brought her in here. They might have protected him a little more. As it was the skin on his back was burning, even through his shirt and she had caught him once along his jawline drawing the smallest drop of blood but stinging more than anything. But he would not relent. He'd recapture her hands and keep up his assault and when the laughing started, a single chuckle full of relief escaped him.

She was still threatening his life, that was par for the course but he wasn't about to let up until he knew that she was completely back to herself. Though talking in anyway was better than the animalistic snarling. When she finally relented. Therian sighed, relief seeping through his body as he released her. About to swing off of her and punch her in the shoulder for scaring him. But, in a very un-Levera move, she curled against his chest. Therian was stunned for a moment and then rapt his muscular arms around her.

His face was turned sideways, resting on top of her head as he held her and rocked her steadily. Whatever that dream was, it had scared her. Therian was seeing a different side of Levera tonight. Not that it did anything to change how he saw her, but it did make him more concerned. What had started all of this? The fight with the other Slytherin. What had the snake-b*****d said to her.

Therian barely registered that the a*****e of a professor was speaking. He hated the man, which was unfortunate since he was probably going to have him in class. But he didn't want to see Levera submissive to anyone, not even himself. Certainly not this pompous, savage jerk. Muttering soothingly into Levera's hair, he promised himself that he was going to have to keep a better eye on her this year.  

[Feverw0lf]

Second Year Slytherin Student: SaLevera Sykes



Levera took a shuddering breath in as she tried to regain her composure. That annoying professor had witnessed her loose control, she was probably going to pay for that later. But right now all she wanted to do was reassure herself that Therian was very much alive. She breathed him in, enjoying his scent and how warm he was against her. She suddenly realized how cold she was so she pressed closer to Therian.

She took another deep breath in, determined to regain her composure before facing the professor, it was hard though, for some inexplicable reason Levera wanted to curl up against Therian and cry. But she couldn't do that, she wasn't that weak. She dug her fingers into Therian's shirt, wanting to hold him close and never let go, but she couldn't do that. Instead she shoved Therian to the side, “Gerroff me!” She growled.

Levera rose gracefully to her feet and brushed herself off, her back was to the professor so she let her cold facade slip as she gave Therian an apologetic look. But that look only lasted a second. She steeled her face as she turned on her heel to look at the professor, “ Had I been at peak performance I could have held the kiba-dachi longer that your charms could have lasted. At the moment I am exhausted and still peckish. However it would appear, judging by the ruckus outside, that I have missed the remainder of the feast, I blame you for that, Professor.” She gave him a once over judging his size and strength in a more rational light, under better circumstances she could have given him a decent fight, she was still not sure why she had submitted to him in the hall.

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“Pain is temporary. It may last a minute, or an hour, or a day, or a year, but eventually it will subside and something else will take its place. If I quit, however, it lasts forever. Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain.”  

[Boku_ha_Ronnel]

❋ ❋ ❋ нεявσℓσgy ❋ ❋ ❋

Eraz snorted and tilted his staff towards the duo and poured the healing magic he had mustered at them. The cuts on Therian from Levera's nails lightened and the bruises faded, while Levera's muscles relaxed as some of the heavy fatigue plaguing her was eased. When the light wave of magic dissipated the Herbologist stood up and shook his head at the girl.
"Do not make excuses for yourself girl. Before the punishment is administered is when you are to inform others of illness. And besides - if you are so exhausted and week as to not to be able to hold the Kiba Dachi, you shouldn't be losing your temper and attacking others." The professor spun his staff aroudn and tucked it under his arm and up behind him. He studied her for a long moment before turning his gaze towards the boy. He tilted his head to one side, registering the despise in the boy's eyes. With a shake of his head he dismissed it - if the boy was going to base all of his opinion on a single incident then so be it.
"This boy is a fourth-year Gryffindor. He should be able to know how to get some food if you are so hungry." Eraz moved towards the door and opened it, only to stop and look back at her.
"And girl, that burden you carry is not one to carry alone. Good day, the both of you." With that the dark-eyed man cast a heavy disillusionment charm over himself, causing his body to flicker before vanishing out of their sight. A moment later the door closed as Eraz left the two to their discussion.

 

[Garden of Wisteria]

Therian glared at the man's receding back and his eyes narrowed at the Disillusionment Charm. "What a creepy blighter." he mumbled. But all in all, he was happy to see the man go. Turning back, his gaze softened as he looked to Levera. Reaching up, he noticed that the scratch on his jaw was gone. That elicited another dark glare toward the door. Therian was used to bumps and bruises and it felt ridiculous to waste time healing such mundane injuries. If the professor was trying to say that he was sorry, Therian wasn't buying it.

He hadn't been surprised by Levera's reaction when she pushed him away. The softness had been more startling. But he welcomed it. There had been a rightness when she had burrowed against his chest. It felt right. In any case, he was happy to see that she was back to herself, she even was defiant to the professor again which cheered him more than anything.

Now that they were alone, Therian looked up and narrowed his eyes as he studied her. What had the professor meant by his last comment. Her general amount of troubles that she carried, or something else? He figured that she knew that he was Roland Tumeric's half-brother even though he had never spoke of it with her. But he had spoken to Zeb about it and she spent almost as much time with Zeb as his wife. Well, girlfriend or whatever she was. And Levera had never shared things about her life, or what had happened that night last year, but he did know that she was in Hogsmeade. He had heard about Carynn's attack from others in the village. He knew that it had happened because she was saving Levera. But beyond that, nothing.

He wanted to ask. Wanted to know if she had see what had happened with his brother, he had only ever gotten third hand stories. He had wanted to ask the girl that had been involved but her family thought that the angry young man would upset her and make her feel guilty. Probably true.

But there was more to this than just bad memory and a awful childhood that Therian didn't need to be a counselor to see. Something that was very much in the present. He wanted to ask, no DEMAND, that she tell him what was going on. But that just wasn't how Levera worked. He knew that. And really he was afraid that even if she was, he wouldn't be a very good listener. His advice would be somewhere along the lines of 'okay, well suck it up and lets go kill what is bothering you.' Which would be strange to give Levera that sort of advice, since he was sure that was her mantra more than his. He didn't know, but he would be willing to bet that there were dead bodies in Levera's past.

Instead, after a minute of studying, he shrugged his shoulder towards the door. "Cm'mon, let's have a run down to the kitchen and get something to eat." Perhaps her moment of softness tonight was a sign of things to come. He knew that the Levera that he spent the summer with wasn't going to open up and talk about feelings, but maybe one day this softer Levera would.  

[Feverw0lf]

Second Year Slytherin Student: SaLevera Sykes



Levera raised an eyebrow at Therian as he studied her, she didn't quite understand the expression on his face, but it wasn't one of disgust or anger so it didn't bother her too much. She shuddered some as she tried to shake the strange feelings that were running through her. They wouldn't quite go away, but at least Levera could manage them. She wished she could understand them, but after having spent so many years of her life being trained to experience only rage, anger and hatred it just wasn't possible for her to understand these other emotions running through her.

Something in Levera made her want to run back into Therian's arms and press her face against his chest and just feel him for a while, but Levera's conscious mind told her that the idea was stupid and irrational. Instead she walk out of the classroom and glanced over her shoulder at him, “ To the kitchens then?”


((OOC: Can we just imply we went to the Kitchens? Ron posted a b***h of a Herb assignment and I've got to get two students through it))

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“Pain is temporary. It may last a minute, or an hour, or a day, or a year, but eventually it will subside and something else will take its place. If I quit, however, it lasts forever. Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain.”  

[Professor Tahiri]

Tamara "Goldilocks" Radcliffe

Tamara unlocked a door to one of the unused classrooms with an alohamora spell and poked her head into the room. A thick layer of dust covered the desks in the room, denoting that it had been a very long time since this room had seen use. She closed the door behind her and relocked it with the colloportus spell. Using scourgify, she cleared a spot to put her bag down, then drew out her book again. Giving the chapter a brief read through, then set it down on her bag. She turned to one of the dust covered desks in the room and exhaled slowly, drawing her wand. She flipped her wrist at the desk and said the proper incantation, "Re-DUK-toh." The desk wobbled the first time she attempted to cast it, but nothing else. Several more attempts to cast the spell resulted in the same outcome. Finally, she repeated the wand movements and the incantation and the desk exploded to many pieces. Tamara greeted this reaction with a smile and turned her attention to the next desk in front of her. She repeated the wand movements and incantation and watched as that desk exploded to many pieces. She repeated this spell multiple times, destroying several desks before feeling satisfied. Letting out a heavy sigh, she realized how choked with dust the air was becoming. Covering her mouth, she cast the spell reparo on broken down desks, returning them to their previous desk status.