Emilia Silverstien
Gryffindor
Sixth Year//Prefect
Come on just say it, you need me like a bad habit ♥
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Post by Emilia Silverstien on Jul 31, 2009 17:24:33 GMT -8
Emilia could feel the electricity between herself and Dante. They were standing so close together which is something that oddly comforted. It felt right being this close to him. She was beginning to realize that all the old feelings about Dante were coming back to her. The only problem was is she did not know if she was willing to let them come back to her, she did not know if she was strong enough. Those feelings have been buried deep inside of her, and right now all she wanted was to keep them buried. They were too painful and too conflicting to deal with at the moment. This was not the right time to let them all come rushing back to her, she needed to focus all her thoughts and emotions towards the battle that was going to take place.
She then turned her attention back to Dante and Alaya. It was a small comfort to hear that Dante did not think any one had died. This whole situation did not make sense. Why would the dark mark appear over the forest when no one was dead? Was this a sign? Was this the Dark Lord's way to alert his followers that he is back and that he has returned? Her thoughts were interrupted by Dante's words once again commenting on how he was going to protect her if he is with her. Her heart skipped a few beats and she silently cursed herself for allowing Dante to affect her like this. Stammering, "You..you..don't have to do that..."
Looking at down at her she shivered when Alaya alerted them that the Dark Lord was indeed inside the castle. Emilia's head snapped up when Alaya finished her sentence. "What do you mean he's in the castle?! How did he get in?! Aren't there enchantments and charms to protect us?!" Her hysterical questioning was cut off by eerie, high pitch laughter. She started to shake, it was involuntary, it was all too real to Emilia now. The Dark Lord himself was in the castle, this was actually happening. Staring from Dante to Alaya and back to Dante she listened to the Dark Lord's words. Heal my wounds, bloody hell he's caused them! I'll never let him take me alive! Never! I will never be on his side, never. I don't want his bloody gift! , she screamed within her head.
Looking defiantly at Dante and Alaya she said calmly, "I am going to fight to the death. I don't want his bloody stupid gift! I just want this all to end once and for all! He'll never, ever take me alive!" Yet even though she sounded calm, she was anything but the sorts on the inside. She was afraid, yes, but she was also angry. She was angry that this was happening all over again, angry that the Dark Lord was here at Hogwarts her only sanctuary. Angry that she's been his target for so long. This was not fair, this was not right. "I am ready to fight. We just need to come up with a plan of action..."
Her speech was cut off by the rushing of footsteps down the stairs. Whipping around with the ever glowing ruby necklace around her neck, she saw Faye running towards them. At least it appeared she was running towards them, it looked more like she was rushing to the Great Hall, where the Dark Lord was located. It was odd to Emilia that Faye would be rushing to help them, for she never really talked to any one in this castle and always kept to herself. Now here she was suddenly rushing to help out? This did not seem right in Emilia's mind. Irritated by Faye's question she snapped, "What the bloody hell do you think is going on?! The Dark Mark is looming above the Forbidden Forest and the Dark Lord just addressed us. So we thought we might as as well take a stroll around the castle. What the bloody hell do you think! We're trying to protect ourselves and our castle!" she practically screamed at the girl. Her nerves as well as her temper was getting the best of her. Yet this was the fire that had kept Emilia alive and willing to fight for so many years now.
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Alaya Tiaun
Gryffindor
Sixth Year//Head Girl
Look fear in the face and smile, you will fear no more.
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Post by Alaya Tiaun on Aug 1, 2009 6:32:27 GMT -8
It was strange listening to Emilia and Dante. She was glad that Dante wanted nothing more than to protect Emilia and she was alright with it. Just getting used to it would take time. She wondered if anyone would ever feel that way for her but the thought quickly left. She was distancing herself from those she cared about so she wouldn't hurt them. She felt like she couldn't allow anyone else in or something bad would happen.
Alaya knew not how the dark lord was able to enter the castle but something told her that was the least of her worries. They needed to stay strong and not dwell in what had happened in order to beat him. "Lets not bother with how he came in. Those questions might never be answered" She whispered.
A shiver ran down her spine as Alaya heard the Dark Lord's voice. She wanted to attack him but at the same time knew it was pointless at the moment. She would have to wait till he attacked. Quite footsteps reached her ears and she noticed the girl Faye running towards them. well not to them per say. She knew that the girl was really Inri. She could change her looks but not her smell. She heard Emilia shouting at the girl but knew it was pointless. "We have bigger issues here than demanding answers from this girl" Alaya said as she crossed her arms over her chest.
A fight was about to be underway and there weren't enough people to fight alongside them. Deatheaters would be arriving from all over and then what. Would they even make it out alive. Alaya tried not to think about that but the thought still lingered. There was nothing they could do but fight and try their best. What else could they do? Running was not an option.
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Dante Black
Slytherin
Sixth Year//Prefect
If you can't beat them, arrange to have them beaten.
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Post by Dante Black on Aug 3, 2009 11:47:20 GMT -8
The cold, sick laugh that Dante could recognize anywhere filled the halls of Hogwarts. Dante snapped to attention, his eyes darting, searching for the infamous owner of the noise. So Alaya was correct, Voldemort was inside the building and he was close. Dante found that the laugh was so much more frightening when he wasn’t laughing along. Of course Voldemort would be pleased with himself; he was going to kill tonight. The only question was who. Nobody bothered to ask why, for questioning the Dark Lord’s reasons was purely pointless. He killed solely because he wanted to. Dante had once been apart of this murder brigade, something he would rather not admit to, and understood the rush one got from playing the role of the Grim Reaper. Knowing you had the power to take such a priceless thing away from somebody was truly powerful. Powerful, but corruptive.
Instinctively, Dante positioned himself so that he sandwiched the girls between himself and the wall. Assuming that spells would soon be flying, he wanted his body to act as a shield for Alaya and Emilia. Whatever he could do to protect them, he would do it. Obviously Voldemort knew where they were, and it frustrated Dante that he could still not figure out where he was. Dante listened to his old master’s speech, furious and longing at the same time. His offer was not one Dante could turn down easily. It was true that with the Death Eaters Dante had been safe. It was true that with the Death Eaters Dante had grown in some ways. Sure the affect it took on him was dominantly negative, but he did learn how to duel and he did learn how to take care of himself. He lost his childhood to Voldemort’s cause, being forced to mature so quickly. Survival of the fittest was the name of the game, and Dante knew how to play.
Although Voldemort’s proposal was tempting, Dante knew he could not give in. He had come so far since running away and couldn’t go back to that dark place in his life. Hogwarts was his home now; his family no longer consisted of the Wizarding world’s most wanted witches and wizards. How could he turn his back on the girls after all they had done for him? He couldn’t. Dante hadn’t a doubt in his mind that he would fight on the right side this time. He took a deep breath and vowed to himself that he would never again be a follower of the dark side. Voldemort never made him better, or anyone else for that matter. He corrupted souls, and Dante considered himself very lucky that he abandoned ship before it was too late for him to turn back.
Emilia’s calm voice contrasted sharply with Voldemort’s. Her loyalty and courage never ceased to impress Dante, though he supposed that’s why the Sorting Hat placed her in Gryffindor. The conviction in her voice assured Dante that she would keep to her word. If Alaya felt the same way, then they would have three people willing to fight to the death. Merlin knew how many Death Eaters beside Voldemort were fighting, but if they didn’t all show up Dante, Emilia, and Alaya could have a chance. Before Dante had a chance to start designing a plan, the sound of footsteps echoed against the walls. He spun around to see a small girl running their way. Dante recognized her face from around the school but couldn’t name her. Of all the people he expected to get out of bed to battle, he didn’t expect this girl. She seemed just as frazzled by the whole situation as they were, and Dante couldn’t figure out why Emilia was giving her such a hard time. He placed his free hand on Emilia’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze, hoping to ease her temper. The last thing they needed was to lose their nerves at this point.
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Post by Voldemort on Aug 4, 2009 11:51:21 GMT -8
"Ah, yes," He sighed, "Come to join us have we Inri. I expect nothing more of you being that you do have tasks to complete for me. Do not think I have forgotten. And you Dante, I suppose you want to betray me. I can understand, it is my follower here that took your Day. Her first murder and I should be proud. But see, my boy, running from me and fighting against me will do nothing to save you. I have no regretts sending you to see her again. But, I'm afraid you won't return here if you do." He laughed, smiling. It was so easy to toy with a person once they fell under the curse that is love. "And Alaya, do not think I have forgotten you as well. If I remember right, yes, you would be the daughter of Adam, the werewolf. Oh, yes, he will be joining us soon. Wouldn't that be fun for you, fighting your father. And lastly, my old enemy Silverstien. How you've avoided me as long as you have is beyond me but I intend to have you tonight. The others here have a choice to return to me, but you, you are why the mark is here. You are destine to meet the end of my wand tonight. So come now, don't be afraid, once it's over you won't have to be anymore."
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Inri Tunila
Slytherin
Fourth Year//Prefect//Death Eater
Posts: 526
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Post by Inri Tunila on Aug 8, 2009 13:52:47 GMT -8
"What the bloody hell do you think is going on?! The Dark Mark is looming above the Forbidden Forest and the Dark Lord just addressed us. So we thought we might as as well take a stroll around the castle. What the bloody hell do you think! We're trying to protect ourselves and our castle!" Inri stood there sheepishly as she turned her head to rest on Emilia. She took a moment to register her words before her gem-like eyes glared through her like two laser beams. Normally, Inri would have gone ahead and just jinxed the living daylight out of her, but finally she gained some self-control over herself and snapped out of it.
"We have bigger issues here than demanding answers from this girl." She smirked slightly. Alaya knew and she was defending her. She normally never let anyone do such a thing, but she just ignored it.
Then her master's voice came up again, in the same tone that sent shivers down her spine. "Come to join us have we Inri. I expect nothing more of you being that you do have tasks to complete for me. Do not think I have forgotten." Inri froze, completely still until her pale cheeks washed over with abnormal warmth. She swore under her breath, dropping her face into her hands and taking a moment to breathe before coming back up. He mentioned murdering Diem then, and her face continued to turn scarlet. Dante was the revengeful type, and she knew he had never let go of it.
She turned to look at the others again through a curtain of hair and backed up to the opposite wall, getting as far away from them as she could. She was no better than the rest of the cowardly death eaters at this point. But she was in deep now, she knew it for a fact. No escaping this. She would have to fight, and on the dark lord's side of course, as she had done last time. Her hand shook uneasily as she went for her wand and gripped the handle tightly. But then she got a better idea. Why run? Enjoy it while it lasts.
Instead, she let go of her own wand, but took out a different wand and held it out almost appreciatively. "Now, let's not leave everything in the past," she muttered, stepping closer again. She had changed her whole presence and stance, resorting back to her usual nature. She finally had the chance to be Inri Tunila. And she wouldn't let this chance pass her by. She pointed the wand at herself and waved it in a sweeping motion, nonverbally lifting the affects of the disguise she had hidden behind for months.
Inri ran her open hand through her own hair. Naturally sleek and straight, about a foot past her shoulders. She brought a lock into her line of sight. Surprisingly, it was black as night as it had been for thirteen of her fourteen years. She chuckled, and continued to close the space between them.
"Remember this?" She held the second wand up so the three of them could see it clearly. There was no exact reason why she kept it, other than being the owner's murderer. She didn't know why she taunted so, other than being herself again, but she knew she might be hitting a soft spot in Dante. Seeing his reaction was everything right now. Previously, she never got the chance to gloat.
"Everyone's wand is like a piece of them, almost like them in every way, shape, and form. As if their memory never leaves it. In this case, it's definitely true. I mean, look how filthy this thing is." Inri smiled devilishly. Provoking only made matters worse, but what was she really worried about? It was three against one. But that was why the dark lord wanted her in the first place. She was just too damn powerful. And maybe a little too much for her own good, but that's what gave her such incredible confidence.
Inri let go of Diem's wand, letting it clank against the stone floor and carelessly tredding over it. She then drew her own wand. Long and thin, black walnut. Basilisk skin for the core. Rare, yes, but somehow the wand chose Inri, while the core was best for dark magic.
She turned back around toward Diem's wand and pointed her own toward it. "Incendio." Flames flew out from the tip of her wand and caught Diem's on fire.
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Emilia Silverstien
Gryffindor
Sixth Year//Prefect
Come on just say it, you need me like a bad habit ♥
Posts: 628
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Post by Emilia Silverstien on Aug 13, 2009 12:02:28 GMT -8
After her outburst Emilia felt someone place their hand on her shoulder and gently squeezed it. She looked up to see that Dante had placed his hand their, and she knew it was to calm her down. Placing her free hand on his, she took a few deep breathes to calm herself. She also nodded to Alaya's words which told her that they all had bigger issues to worry about than Faye. She said sheepishly, "Sorry, sometimes I can't control my temper. More so in these types of situations. I promise it won't happen again." She then turned her head to return Faye's glare. That glare gave Emilia a new definition to if looks could kill. She held her gaze with Faye, to prove to the stupid git that she was not going to be intimidated by her nor any one for that matter.
Her gaze with Faye was broken when the Dark Lord addressed them again. She shuddered when she heard his snake like voice again. Desperately she wished that this was not happening, but alas she knew it was. Shock ran through her veins when the Dark Lord addressed Inri. She looked around widely for her, but she couldn't spot her. Then a sickening feeling developed in the pit of her stomach. Eyes wide she looked directly at Faye, she was Inri. She had been Inri all along, no wonder Emilia didn't like the girl very much. That shock turned into her rage for the girl, and she wanted nothing more than to curse the girl into the oblivion. Pushing that rage aside for the moment she continued to listen to the Dark Lord's little speech.
Listening carefully she heard the Dark Lord address each of them. When he was discussing Dante's fate she gave his hand a squeeze. She knew it was typical of the Dark Lord to provoke people and the last thing she wanted was Dante to run off to find him. Making sure his hand was still upon her shoulder she continued to listen. It was then she heard her name and her fate. The Dark Lord's words resonated in her head, The others here have a choice to return to me, but you, you are why the mark is here. You are destine to meet the end of my wand tonight. So come now, don't be afraid, once it's over you won't have to be anymore. She felt her knees go week and she stumbled against Dante, shaking.
Fear now replaced the rage that was previously coursing through her. She didn't know what was going to happen now and for the first time she did not know if she was going to escape her destiny tonight. Looking from Alaya and back at Dante she wanted someone to desperately tell her that she was going to live that they all were going to fight. She didn't want to die, she didn't want to not exist anymore. She wanted to live more than anything, but how? There was no way she was going to be able to out-run the Dark Lord. For the first time she felt helpless, for the first time she didn't know if she was going to be able to fight what seemed like a losing battle.
Her morbid thoughts were interrupted when Inri spoke. Her head shot up as she pulled out another wand. Emilia gasped, she knew it was Diem's wand. It was then she knew what Inri was doing, and she did not like it one bit. This was the Inri she remembered, the one she knew so well. She knew Irni was going to taunt Dante to gloat over the fact that she was the one that murdered Diem in cold blood. Getting a grip on her nerves and herself she stood up on her own power and stepped in front of Dante. She wanted to protect him as well as block him from Inri. Venomously she said to Inri, "You bitch. You may have killed Diem, but I assure you that is the only murder you'll ever commit." Watching in horror as Diem's wand caught on fire and she knew this was her only chance. As Inri was watching Diem's wand burn, and before Dante got a hold of her she screamed, "Sectumsempra!"
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Dante Black
Slytherin
Sixth Year//Prefect
If you can't beat them, arrange to have them beaten.
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Post by Dante Black on Aug 13, 2009 12:55:03 GMT -8
As if he weren't already on alert, Dante tensed his entire body at the mention of the girl he vowed to murder. Every square inch of his body reacted: the hair on the nape of his neck stood up, his teeth clenched; he gripped his wand ever tighter. Dante's upper lip curled into an ugly sneer; he only wished it illustrated his pure loathing for Inri Tunila. How dare she come back to Hogwarts? How dare she think she can prat about murdering more of the people he cared for?
Though, Dante did suppose that he would now have easy access to her. Attacking Voldemort would have to wait, for Inri held the top spot on Dante's hit list. The rest of the Death Eaters would come after she lay lifeless and cold. As he fantasized over what he would do to her, a thought popped into Dante's head. He hadn't seen Inri yet, so why was Voldemort addressing her at the same time he was addressing Dante and the girls? The only other person with them was the small girl. She wasn't Inri, though; she couldn't be.
Hearing his name form from Voldemort's voice brought Dante temporary relief from the anger bubbling in his very core. Through his still gritted teeth, he muttered, "You bloody git, I'll kill you. I'll kill you, I swear it." It was disgusting how Voldemort used Diem to taunt him. She was not meant to be used as bait. And for that, he would hold a steady second on Dante's want list.
Of course Voldemort would take his time to torment and terrorize each person individually. Getting into everyone's heads was certainly not fair play, but it worked well. Dante was grateful that Emilia had reached up to take his hand; it gave him one more reminder of what he was fighting for. He returned the squeeze as Emilia’s name was mentioned. The words coming out of that man’s mouth were just sick. Dante held Emilia to his chest as he felt her crumble. Yes, this why he was here. He was here for Emilia. Dante kept her close and whispered into her ear, “You’re not his. Remember, I’m going to take care of you.”
He brought his head up and spoke in a firm voice, "Don't let him get to you; it'll only give him the upper hand." Keeping calm would definitely increase their chances of coming out alive. Though Dante couldn't honestly say he would keep cool for long. Soon his anger would get the best of him and he would snap. When, he could not say.
A new voice filled the corridor, this time not belonging to the Dark Lord. Dante turned to see the small girl, once the odd person out, turning into someone he knew all too well. Right before his eyes, the innocent-looking girl transformed into someone guilty of murder. Inri Tunila stood before him, closing the gap between their two bodies. For a moment Dante’s mouth hung agape and he could feel his legs turn to jelly. It was all he could do to play Inri’s audience, watching in anguish as she toyed with a wand. Emilia confidently pulling away from him reminded Dante that he needed to stay strong. This was Inri’s game and he refused to fall victim to her the way Diem did. It was then that it him that the wand now in flames belonged to his beloved Diem. Filthy, Inri described it as. She would also describe Diem as a filthy mudblood.
Bitch was right. That bitch just burned something she shouldn’t be allowed to touch. A terrible shudder ran across Dante’s back. Impulse took over control and no longer did Dante think before he acted. As Emilia cast her curse, Dante pushed her out of the way and charged at Inri’s legs. There was no time to think of a curse Inri was truly deserving of. One thing Dante knew was that he was physically much stronger and much bigger than Inri, and he acted upon that. If he had to kill her by bashing her face in, so be it. Dante didn’t care if Emilia’s spell hit him instead of her intended target, as long as he could reach Inri. This was his first chance at revenge. This was his first chance at presenting Inri a glimpse of the trauma that ripped his heart apart.
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Inri Tunila
Slytherin
Fourth Year//Prefect//Death Eater
Posts: 526
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Post by Inri Tunila on Aug 13, 2009 16:23:52 GMT -8
"You bitch. You may have killed Diem, but I assure you that is the only murder you'll ever commit." Inri was taken aback by her comment. Bitch. Though she never had heard anyone say it to her face, her behavior could easily be deemed bitch-like. She wondered why she had never received such a comment as that, with all she had done in her past.
"Are you absolutely sure of that? I've got a long life ahead of me, and I don't expect to spend it on the other side of the war," she mused, not taking her eyes away from the bright fire burning in the thick darkness of the room. That's how the rest of the battle would continue and end. In flames. Gold dancing with crimson in the late night.
She didn't look up until she heard a scream errupt from Emilia. She heard the spell, she knew the effects. It was too late to block it, yet she still stood there, making no move to get out of the way. Inri didn't know why she made no attempt to dodge it. Maybe deep inside she knew she deserved the incredibly deep gashes, blood flowing freely against marble skin. And part of her wanted the pain. Just a little to know she wasn't dreaming.
But it didn't hit. No pain at all. Was that what it was like, dying? You hurt so much that it doesn't hurt at all. Painless suffering? But there was no blood gushing from her body. Everything was intact and she was still standing in the entrance hall at Hogwarts. Yet there was Dante, finally provoked to the point of utter rage, who ran in front of Emilia. The blinding light produced from her wand was smothered. Either the spell failed or it hit someone.
At least, there was no pain until she was knocked over onto the stone floor. Stunned and clueless, she pulled her head up to find answers. Dante was the first she saw, completely crushing her lower body. That had to be around one hundred and fifty pounds pressing down on her thin limbs. Compared to Dante, her legs were only toothpicks which could probably be snapped easily.
Blood was the second she spotted. Thick and dark, oozing out of long cuts on Dante's exposed arms. Rips in his clothing revealed only more wounds. Sectumsempra was quite the nasty curse, and even with the counter-curse the victim would need medical attention and they'd still have the scars for the rest of his or her life.
But there was a second puddle of blood, though smaller than Dante's, right underneath her head. For the second time, her head was cracked open. She remembered the first during the death eater meeting. During that moment, she was incredibly frightened, though it was of course the Dark Lord that caused her fear. She felt the effects of the Cruciatus curse, and flailed against the wall. Inri had the same throbbing in her skull occuring right now. She reached up to comb through her hair, and upon pulling it into her line of sight her hand was dripping with the substance, almost the same consistency as paint.
Yet she scrambled to grab her wand, with great difficulty since she was almost pinned to the ground under Dante's weight. Inri barely reached it, hooking it finally with her forefinger and rolling it into better reach. Without thinking, she flicked the end in the direction of Dante. "Flipendo."
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Alaya Tiaun
Gryffindor
Sixth Year//Head Girl
Look fear in the face and smile, you will fear no more.
Posts: 618
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Post by Alaya Tiaun on Aug 14, 2009 19:48:46 GMT -8
The sound of the dark lord's voice was enough to send chills down anyone's spine. Alaya did not wish to hear what had to say. Not like it mattered to her. She herd her fathers name and laughed. "I no longer consider that creature my father" Her words came out in a simple whisper but as much hatred that was behind it she hated looking back. She would always be an outcast. No home even her own kind would shun her if they knew.
When Inri finally showed herself Alaya was not surprised. She knew who the girl was. She had know since the first time she met her. Her friends would have been angry to find that she never mentioned that the killer Inri was back at school but she didn't care about that anymore. Inri might have killed Diem but somehow she was still a friend.
Spells started to fly and it took Alaya a moment to realize what was going on. She couldn't understand why Dante got in the way of Emilia's spell. It made no sense. Didn't Dante wast Inri to get hurt? Suddenly the smell of blood overwhelmed her senses. Alaya stumbled back a bit a quickly covered her mouth and nose with her hand that was not clutching her wand.
What are you doing you idiot. Get a hold of yourself and help the others. Alaya wanted to run from the smell. Part of her liked it almost wanted more of it but she kept on telling herself that it wasn't a good thing. She couldn't run it would make her look weak and she just couldn't abandon her friends. Already she must look pathetic cowering away from the sight or more of the smell of blood.
Another spell was cast but this time Alaya was ready. The spell wasn't pointed at her but it was pointed at her friends. She took her wand and whispered a simple block. It was the least she could do. The sliver-blue light from the protego spell blocked Inri's. Finally she could be of some use.
Alaya looked over at Dante and Emilia. What would happen if she got too close to the blood, but she might be needed. She knew healing spells that could help but the smell might overwhelm her. Alaya shook her had and walked over to the two. "Emilia I might be able to help him but you need to protect us" Alaya whispered as she knelt by Dante.
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Emilia Silverstien
Gryffindor
Sixth Year//Prefect
Come on just say it, you need me like a bad habit ♥
Posts: 628
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Post by Emilia Silverstien on Aug 16, 2009 14:27:30 GMT -8
Emilia felt someone throw her aside before she could properly aim her spell at Irni. She felt herself falling, but it was all happening in slow motion. To her horror she saw Dante run past her, and directly in the path of her spell. Screaming in horror as she crashed to the ground, "DANTE! No!" It was too late though, she saw the spell hit him. Then the impact of the ground left her feeling winded and breathless. Feeling her head slam against the stone floor she laid their for a minute, disoriented for she made no effort to brace herself for the fall. Laying there she tried to fight off the fog that was slowly taking over her. She mumbled to herself, "No, no I can't pass out now. No, no no.." Shaking her head she felt the fog starting to clear, and she was once again regaining feeling in her limbs.
Sitting up she saw the crumpled mess of Dante on top of Inri. To her horror she also saw the scarlet pool developing around Dante. Gasping, she stood up a little too quickly and stumbled once again. Her head was throbbing where it had cracked against the stone floor. Ignoring the pounding in her head Emilia focused on the crumpled heap of two bodies that were on the floor. All she could see was Dante bleeding all over Inri, and the fact that he was losing so much blood. Why oh why did he have step in front of her spell?! She was going to give Inri a dose of her own medicine, but no he had to be a git. He just had to tackle her. She was angry at him, for this was the easier emotion for her to feel towards him. If he would have just let her take charge of this situation, he wouldn't be hurt. He wouldn't be bleeding all over.
Realizing it was no use mocking him within her thoughts she rushed over to protect him. That's when a blue light soared past her head, and she looked back to see Alaya was the one who cast the spell. Emilia realized when she was trying to fight off the feelings of unconsciousness that Alaya was trying to figure out a way to protect them all. She raced over to kneel next to her fallen friend. As she kneeled down she felt a sticky substance on her hand. She gasped, it was his blood. It was all over the place, it was as if he was bleeding to death in front of her eyes. Shaking Emilia started to panic, "No, no, no! This isn't happening. Dante, Dante, can you hear me?!" she started sobbing. Her anger had drifted away replaced by a feeling even Emilia couldn't comprehend.
All she knew that her only concern was ensuring that Dante wasn't going to die. She couldn't handle him dying like this especially because it would be all her fault. Sobbing, she took his hand, "Dante you can't die on me! You can't! I wouldn't be able to fight if you left me!" She couldn't stop crying, she couldn't handle the thought of him leaving her once again. It was horrendous and it would surely be the death of her this time. This feeling she felt wasn't exactly love, but it was something just like it. Maybe undying devotion? Yes that could be it. As she continued sobbing, she felt another presence kneel down next to her. It was Alaya. Looking at her she sobbed, "Please, please save him. I can't lose him again. I can't. I need him by my side." Barely hearing her reply all she could comprehend was that Alaya could help him, and the fact that Emilia had to protect them. Shaking her head, she pulled out a shaking wand. In a cracking voice she cast the best protection spells she knew, "Protego totalum! Protego horribilis!" which formed a protective shield around Alaya, Dante, and herself. Praying the spells would give Alaya enough time, Emilia whispered, "Please save him." Taking Dante's hand she placed the palm of his hand to her cheek and cried.
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