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Post by Alessandro Darko on Nov 17, 2007 17:25:18 GMT -5
There were a great many things on his mind as of late. As the year intensified in academia, his focus on the shadow wars had diminished somewhat as there hadn't been any new complications with the forces of darkness. He was experiencing restlessness and anxiety about his Orb. He was so close, yet so far from deciphering the prophetic riddle D'rorah had fished out of his brain prior to his dispossession.
He let out a long sigh as he trudged down the first floor corridor, headed for the infirmary to see Dylan. In between mental recitations of what ingredients were included in a Pepperup Potion, which runes symbolized what, and pantomiming the wand work required for the Placement Charm, he began to stray from academics.
Feverfew leaves, chili essence, jasper, mooncalf hoof...someone tried to get inside my head twice...althea root, sprig of peppermint....and i created a patronus out of fire... The flaming stallion burned its image into his mind. It was so beautiful and dangerous, its body was completley comprised of flickering fire, contrary to the usual silvery, white light. Dagaz, day or dawn, Ingwaz, earth god, Sowilo, the sun....but who was trying to get inside my head? Surely D'rorah and Keaira would ask before entering my thoughts, or at least let me know... His fragmented though pattern shifted back and forth between potions, ancient runes, the night in the forest he had manifested his fire abilities, and the most recent attempts of mental invasion upon him.
He threw his wand hand down at his side in frustration. He was experiencing a mental overload and was unable to sort through his thoughts as he began to think of Dylan and what may have happened to him.
He came upon the doors to the infirmary and he gripped the handle, pausing momentarily, hoping that his presence would not disturb his dorm mate. He was genuinely concerned about his fellow lightfighter, and friend, Alessandro hadn't seen him lately, and did not see him at all during the Masquerade. He had caught wind that he was in the hospital wing, recooping from some kind of injury, and immediately took off to see to his well-being. He pushed on the doors and entered the infirmary, his eyes scanning the room for its occupants.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Nov 17, 2007 17:48:06 GMT -5
D'rorah had been quietly sitting on the edge of Dylan's bed, refusing to leave for any reason so far. She was still wearing her dress from the mask, her hair still in its elaborate cascade of curls. As she heard the door open, she looked up to see who entered, her eyes alert despite the fact that she obviously had not slept or eaten since long before the dance. Seeing Alessandro, she relaxed slightly. Certainly, he would not have perpetrated the horror that had intruded into her evening the night before. Having worked with him to develop his skills of occlumency, she was well aware that he simply didn't possess the sort of mind necessary to do this sort of thing to another human being.
"Good day, Mister Darko," she greeted quietly. Now that she had ascertained the identity of the newcomer, she returned her gaze to Dylan. She had stated upon first arriving that she would stay by his side, and she intended to keep that promise. Though, she knew that people would begin imploring her to leave anytime now. She took a deep breath and smiled down at him, almost reaching forward to instinctively brush a few strands of hair from his face. Her hand twitched to perform the familiar action, but she realized before she actually moved her hand that there was no hair to be brushed away.
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Nov 17, 2007 18:03:00 GMT -5
Not bothering to use his energy to see who had caused the opening of the Hospital Wing door, he saw D’rorah turn away to check in any case. While her presence had made the last day or so a lot better than those previously, he was not too happy about the state of her. It would do no-one any good if she fainted from a lack of both food and sleep. Then again, he was pleased to see that the dress he had chosen for her suit her beautifully.
Hearing that it was Alessandro who entered, Dylan wondered if he was happy about this or not. Despite everything, however, including their disastrous first encounter, he had a willingness to like the boy. Catching Dee’s gaze as she returned her focus to him, he reciprocated her smile as much as he was able. The self-consciousness he felt at his appearance made him worry slightly; with D’rorah he was able to cope, because as far as he was concerned, their relationship went so deep that looks didn’t really matter. He wasn’t so sure that everyone else would be the same, though.
Finally turning his head slightly, he saw his dormmate approaching and kept his previous smile; a much easier feat than producing a new one altogether. Slightly anxious about the reaction he would receive, he didn’t bother to try and hide it, considering it would take up energy he didn’t wish to expend.
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Nov 17, 2007 18:48:31 GMT -5
He noticed D'rorah sitting on the edge of Dylan's bed. She had turned to see who was entering the infirmary, giving him a short and polite greeting. He nodded to her as his eyes shifted to Dylan lying in the bed. As he got closer he could see Dylan's form, he was in bad shape. His gaze lingered at the top of his scalp as he noted he had not a single strand of hair, but what was there, was healing burn scars, and scar tissue.
Oh god... He gasped mentally, trying to keep his expession neutral as he settled next to his bed. He remembered the incident in Professor Archer's classroom, when Gat had tried to Sectumsempra his head off, but missed, cutting a chunk of hair off. He remembered how shallow and vain he was after the fact. He swallowed as he realized how pathetic it was to worry about personal vanity when there were bigger things at stake, like ones own life.
"Hello Dylan..." He said calmly with a smile, trying to keep his emotions of shock an empathy under control. "How are you holding up? I just recently heard that you were here...I mean, I haven't seen you around lately, and I've been concerned..." He said shifting his expression to mirror his words.
Upon seeing Dylan, he wanted to ask every question that came to his mind: What happened to you? Who did this to you? Are you in pain? Dylan, where is your hair? Why do you have scars everywhere? Nobody had told him the nature of his "accident", an he was guessing that it had to do with the Whomping Willow, seeing as he heard two younger Ravenclaw girls talking about a boy who had just gotten a whomping from the Willow, however, the Whomping Willow didn't set you on fire, or cut off magically induced boils.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Nov 18, 2007 0:28:06 GMT -5
D'rorah looked up as Alessandro began to attempt making light conversation. She felt guilty herself. She had payed little attention to Dylan's lack of presence the day before the dance. She wondered, if only she had noticed that he was missing, perhaps she would have been able to do something to stop what had happened. She could almost feel the curiosity burning behind the words which were actually spoken, but Alessandro of course was tactful enough to hold back the questions, knowing that Dylan probably wasn't up to answering them.
She kept silent, not wanting to intrude upon the meeting of the two dormmates any more than her presence was already intruding against them. She squeezed Dylan's hand reassuringly and gave him a small smile.
(ooc: sorry for the short post, I just couldn't think of anything for Dee to say there)
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Nov 18, 2007 14:48:52 GMT -5
Noting the neutral expression planted on Alessandro’s face, Dylan was forcibly reminded of the incident in Defence Against the Dark Arts; his dormmate had lost a single lock of hair and been rather angry with the whole scenario. Grimacing slightly as he remembered the considerable lack of hair upon his head, he simply wanted to hide himself. Not only was he concerned about the state of his head, but the presence of his blatant scars was threatening to overwhelm him with self-consciousness. Turning away, he attempted to fight down the feelings that were so close to the surface.
Deciding that, afterall, Alessandro had chosen to come and visit him, he turned back to face him as words were spoken. Seeing the remnants of a smile and hearing the slight empathy in his voice, his throat nearly remained glued shut. Swallowing heavily, he waited until he was able to speak up before doing so. “I’m…” Alright? No, that’s not right. Okay? Nope, same issue there. What could he say that could possibly express how he was doing? How was he doing, in fact? He was in some small amount of pain, extremely self-conscious about his appearance and struggling with the concepts of who could have done such a thing. Memories of that night had been popping into his head on a regular basis, steadily coming more often and eventually he was left with a general overtone of the thoughts in his mind.
Deciding that simply detracting from the initial questions might be best, he finally continued, leaving behind the beginnings of his earlier comment. “So it’s general knowledge now? That I’m in here?” he asked quietly. As he caught Dee’s eye and saw the smile upon her face, the slight squeeze of her hand, he supposed she understood what he might be going through. Perhaps she had at least some inkling of what it felt like to be in such a situation, or perhaps she simply read him so well that she could tell what he was enduring. Either way, it was quite comforting.
Alessandro had said that he’d been concerned, and so far he had been the only visitor apart from D’rorah. How many other people were concerned? Questions and fears ran through his mind, about why no-one else had come to see him. Attempting to calm himself down a bit so that everything didn’t simply overwhelm him, he reasoned that perhaps only a select few had heard so far.
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Nov 19, 2007 0:31:45 GMT -5
Alessandro could barely begin to understand the pain Dylan was feeling right now. He simply tried to just be there as a friend, another beam for support for him to lean on if necessary. Of course, D'rorah was probably his main beam, probably all he needed, but just in case, Alessandro would be there for backup. He noticed from Dylan's body language that he may not be too comfortable with discussing the cause(s) of his affliction at the moment and Alessandro was fine with that. He didn't want to send Dylan into any post-traumatic stress.
Dylan had completely skirted Alessandro's question on how he was holding up, and brought up the question of people knowing of his injury. He himself had only just found out within the last couple hours before arriving at the infirmary. He had been passing a couple professors in the hall, and overheard a quick mention of Dylan Cooper being in the hospital wing. This explained to him his recent absences from around school.
"Actually, I only just found out today...but I overheard from some younger Ravens, that an older student got wholloped by the Whomping Willow...I sort of thought that perhaps you were that student.....but....I don't think that it was you afterall..." He said tilting his head and looking away from Dylan, turning his gaze to the foot of his bed, eying the material of the blankets. No, the Whomping Willow would be sure to yield broken bones and heavy bruising, possibly some missing teeth and black eyes, but not boil marks and burn scars. Those struck Alessandro to be associated with a more dark form of infliction.
What exactly has happened here...? His mind asked himself as he eyed Dylan with concern. He swallowed and turned his gaze to D'rorah. He wanted to know what happened here. He wanted answers for why his friend was lying in the hospital wing looking like he had been dragged through hell, tied to the tail of a Thestral. Why had he been so lucky that Dylan was there to stand up and assist him when he was in need, over a stupid lock of hair, but when Dylan needed help, he was no where to be found. Alessandro felt guilty as he would have most definitely come to Dylan's aid had the circumstances been different.
"Dylan..." He brought himself to say in a serious and gentle tone of voice. He knew that the chances that Dylan would answer his next question were slim, but he had to know, he had to find out who or what did this to his friend, his dorm-mate, and fellow Lightfighter. For all he knew they were all in danger.
"Dylan, what's happened to ya, mate?" Alessandro asked quietly with a cornucopia of concern etched on his face and reflecting in his voice.
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Nov 19, 2007 1:58:26 GMT -5
Remembering that nodding didn’t go down too well with him lately, he stubbornly suppressed the urge to do so. Hearing of a student getting attacked by the vicious tree which resided within the school grounds, he frowned slightly. He’d seen a boy brought in yesterday evening, but hadn’t been able to decipher the particular affliction with him. “That boy over there,” he whispered quietly, unwilling to indicate but staring in the correct direction. “Carried in yesterday by a couple of his friends,” he added, strangely remembering the incident. Some might not think it much of a surprise, but considering how much his memory had worsened since his attack, it was actually quite an achievement. Albeit, it had happened only yesterday evening, and stood out in his mind purely because the only thing he tended to do was sleep and stare at the walls, though usually finding the will to speak with D’rorah whenever he was able. All in all, it had been the only thing to happen since his enclosure within the Hospital Wing.
Dylan noticed that, as Alessandro spoke, he turned his gaze away from him. He wondered if it were due to his appearance, for if his dormmate could not even stand to have a single lock of hair removed, how could he possibly bare to see his own friend so damaged and significantly lacking hair. As he trailed off, he knew that his fellow Ravenclaw was thinking of his injuries. Surely, not even the stupidest of students at this school could perceive his wounds as having come from the Whomping Willow. They were quite distinguishably formed by the movement of a wand; the deepness of the great gashes across his body, the way they could not, would not be healed. Nurse Aku had attempted everything upon them, but both nurse and patient had known they would stubbornly refuse repair. Just as Alessandro’s hair could not be magically re-grown, his skin could not be magically re-healed.
He followed the boy’s gaze to D’rorah and readied himself as Alessandro spoke up once more. From his tone of voice, though it was soft, he could easily determine the strength and seriousness behind it. He would not be deterred. His eyes lowering to his hands, by far the least damaged parts of his body, Dylan clenched his jaw and considered just how to answer that question. He had known they would come, and that Dee was too aware of his feelings right now to ask them, but Darko was not the same. They by no means shared the same kind of relationship as he and the woman on his bed did; something which he fully realised.
Collecting himself as much as he was able, he opened his mouth to speak. No words were produced, however, a matter which greatly hindered communication. Attempting speech once more, he finally managed to produce some sound. “I…” He realised that Dee would probably be wishing to hear his answer, too, and his voice strengthened ever-so-slightly. “I was attacked by someone in the school,” he stated quietly, his voice still weak despite the added strength D’rorah’s presence provided him with. “Outside the Room of Requirement… Imperiused.” He was wishing to keep things as simple as possible. The more matter-of-fact stance he took on this, the more he assumed that he could view it from an outsider’s perspective. Perhaps he would not need to feel the pain that he did if such a thing occurred; his hopes were not high, but he was relatively content with doing all he could at this point.
He did not particularly think that he needed to explain his presence, nor state the time of day in which this had occurred. Not only did he really wish to express such things, he didn’t believe them relevant, and true to form, he was saving every word that he could. “I didn’t see them… Disillusioned.” He did want, however, to try and explain that he had tried to fight back; had really wished to do something to prevent the disastrous circumstances. “Took my wand, bound my legs, set me on fire, put boils all over me, lanced them off and didn’t stop with the Sectusempra.” The way in which he said these things, all in a succession that was not quite quick, more like slow and deliberate, as if that would calm his tumultuous thoughts, was so matter-of-fact that he appeared completely detached. Detached from the words he said, from the world around him, and his unfocused eyes, staring still at his fidgeting hands, did everything to complete this sense of his unnerving absence from reality.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Nov 19, 2007 22:04:18 GMT -5
D’rorah’s hands tightened slowly into a fist as she listened to Dylan’s description of what had happened to him. She had thought to interject when Alessandro had begun asking what happened, but really, she was curious to know herself. Obviously the event had affected him emotionally as well, she could see it all too well in his face and hear it in his voice. The muscles of her jaw clenched to match the hand that slowly tightened into a harder and faster fist. She was concerned for Dylan, for his entire mental and physical state at the moment. Dealing with the appearance of such widespread scars… she well knew how difficult it could be.
Underneath her concern and threatening to overwhelm it was anger, verging on pure hatred for whomever would do such a thing. An affect she had never seen, and thus she did not know to control it, her eyes darkened slightly at the description of Dylan’s torture. The Shadow’s taint would rear its ugly head in such a time, a time when her darkest emotions came forth. She knew she would have to be very careful in dealing with this matter; anger was a strong emotion, but was typically blind and easy enough to defeat. She would have to be certain she did not act out of anger, would have to be certain she did not allow the dark side of the Shadow Warrior, which she struggled to control, to take control of her thoughts or actions.
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Nov 20, 2007 1:22:03 GMT -5
As Alessandro mentioned hearing a rumor about a boy being attacked by the Whomping Willow, Dylan had gestured a couple beds over indicating the actual victim of said attack. Alessandro frowned inwardly that someone could actually get hurt from that tree. Didn't everyone know that the simple Immobulus charm causes it to stop flailing about? As he gazed over at the boy a soft smile spread itself across his face as he remembered how Jason tried to disarm the tree, thinking that the tree was using Wysteria as a weapon as she held on tight to one of the branches that had swung at her. The smile quickly faded as he turned his head back to face Dylan.
Dylan looked as if he was about to answer his most important question an Alessandro payed complete attention. He watched as Dylan made efforts to speak, producing no sound, then regaining himself and emitting the word "I". After Dylan got out the rest of his sentence, Alessandro could not control the natural reaction of shock that made his eyes open wide as he was informed that Dylan had been assaulted from within Hogwarts near the Room of Requirements no less.
Dylan's voice was steady, and he wasted no breath by elaborating on anything too much. That was okay, because Alessandro's imagination was vivid enough to picture everything to detail as Dylan continued.
Alessandro drew in a quick breath as he thought. Imperiused, Disillusioned, Bound, Burned, Boiled, and Sectumsempra'd... He shook his head as he felt a very upset emotion well up inside of his core. His dorm mate was laying before him, telling him that he had been attacked by some unseen assailant near their place of practice. Sectumsempra seemed to be a red flag in his head as he immediately jumped to the conclusion that it was Gat Soldier. Alessandro surely would have cried, as he felt his eyes begin to produce extra fluid, had he not connected Sectumsempra with Gat. Now anger flourished inside of him as he gritted his teeth and gripped his fists and scoffed.
"That bastard!" Alessandro rasped in a hushed tone. His eyes were wild as he darted them at Dee and addressed her. "You know this has Gat Soldier's name written all over it, his trademark dark spells, Sectumsempra. Had he not aimed at my throat in class? He's probably making Dylan pay for his assist in my defense!" Alessandro continued in his raspy, hushed tone, turning his gaze from D'rorah to Dylan, and then back to D'rorah.
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Nov 20, 2007 1:59:25 GMT -5
As he had spoken, he had felt the hand within his own gradually tighten. His eyes traveling directly to D’rorah as he finally felt her hand clenched powerfully, he wondered if she realised that theirs were still entwined. Seeing a strange kind of darkness threading its way through her eyes, however, his detachment became quite left behind as he went into a kind of panic mode. “D’rorah?” he asked quickly, conjuring all the strength he could; which, in the end, wasn’t much. He noticed the subtle things others not as familiar with her might miss; her clenched jaw and the rage boiling just beneath the surface, not to mention the concern from which it stemmed.
Noticing the recent vanishing of a smile upon Alessandro’s face, he wondered what he might have possibly been happy about. In fact, he slightly resented it, given his current condition. He realised soon after, however, that he should not feel that way, and indeed the fact finally sunk into him that his entire demeanor and series of thought processes had changed over the past week or so. As his mind ran over this unusual concept, he reverted his attention back to his girlfriend. Out of the corner of his eye, however, he most certainly didn’t fail to notice the shake of a head and similar anger welling within his friend.
Apparently, when his concern for another became so great and immediate, it could suppress his general feelings and thoughts for a moment or two. He was more aware than he had been all week, something he decided to take full advantage of in any way he could. Not seeing anything he could actually do without the aid of his somewhat broken body, however, he simply paid attention in a way he couldn’t in his now-usual state.
His attention was once again diverted back to Alessandro as he spoke his thoughts quite clearly. His tone was hushed and Dylan appreciated it considering they were not alone inside the confines of the Hospital Wing. “Gat?” he questioned, his tone of voice clearly indicating a hatred for the scum he mentioned. He himself had often come to such a conclusion, and it was pleasing to see he was not alone in these thoughts. While Sectusempra was a common, quick and easy dark spell, it was still a sort of trademark of Solider’s, just as Darko said. He had already proven himself more than capable of attacking and torturing a fellow student, something which set Dylan’s teeth on edge as he recalled that fact. Gat also had a motive; a reason to get back at him. He had defended Alessandro, fought alongside of him in their first Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson, and the dirty Slytherin hadn’t been happy with him at all. “He’s the only person I’ve been able to think of. He’s within the school, capable of such things, has a motive, and he’s advanced enough to be able to cast a decent Disillusionment charm,” he stated quietly, the fire of revenge burning within him. While he’d struggled through his theories alone, they had remained quite insubstantial, but now… now, he was motivated. With an idea of who had caused him such unbelievable pain and humiliation, he practically shook with anger, cursing his inability to even rise from bed.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Nov 20, 2007 21:06:16 GMT -5
D’rorah hadn’t responded to Dylan’s query as he looked up and saw the darkening in her eyes; she had, however, slackened the grip she had had on his arm. When they began to talk about Gat Soldier, she shook her head. “Neither of you are paying attention. Mister Soldier is not one to operate in secret. He wishes for everyone to know when he is working for the Mage… certainly, he has never before gone to any trouble at all to hide his identity during an attack. Besides that, you seem to be attributing magical abilities to him far beyond his level of ability.” She huffed dismissively. “He can barely cast a proper transfiguration, a disillusionment charm is incredibly difficult to do properly. His specialty is in dark magic… curses which require only mal intent and a complete disregard for human life to cast properly. I have never known him to be able to cast anything as complicated as a disillusionment charm.”
Her eyes flickered darkly at the mention of his name, though her voice was as controlled as if she were having an academic discussion regarding her Ancient Runes homework. She looked from Dylan to Alessandro. “Your anger is completely justified; however, I believe it is important to be certain that it is not misdirected.” She paused. “Though, he is a problem which will have to be dealt with at some point, nevertheless.” Certainly, she held no favor for Gat, but she did think it of paramount importance that they held the proper person responsible. After all, they couldn’t simply allow the true wrong-doer to escape thinking there would be no repercussions for such a thing… no, she wouldn’t allow that at all…
She looked down at Dylan, having a new thought. “Has anyone spoken to your mother? She should be informed of what has happened, if it has not already been done.” As much as the woman disliked her, she felt as though it was only proper she should be informed that her only son had been gravely injured. However, she wasn’t certain she would be able to remain in the room, should she come to visit.
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Nov 20, 2007 21:15:52 GMT -5
Sighing as D’rorah effectively dispelled their theory, he knew she was right. In his anger, it seems, he’d forgotten to add the details that would have assured him of Gat’s innocence… Then again, perhaps innocence wasn’t really the best word to associate with Mister Soldier. Once again, his mind was reduced to going over his list. Male, advanced, ever-so-slightly insane, though perhaps not around the general populous of Hogwarts… Dylan sighed once more, rubbing his face lightly with his free hand. He was glad to begin regaining feeling in the other, too.
Hearing D’rorah’s question, his hand dropped to his side and he looked simply exhausted. He was tired of running in circles, of theorising only to find holes, of knowing that even if he were able to discern the culprit, which was unlikely at this point, he would be both physically and mentally unable to confront them. And in the end, had he really any chance against such an obviously powerful wizard, incapacitated or not? And he had to admit it to himself, if not even anyone else, that he wanted his mother to be here. She hadn’t exactly been a shining light in his times of need, but he had accepted that she just hadn’t been strong enough to even cope with her own grief after losing Darius, let alone look after a child. Dylan knew that if ever she had wanted to support him, however, it had been then, and she had sent him to someone who could care for him, look after him in the ways she couldn’t. She had admitted her own weakness to sacrifice the only happiness she had ever had after the death of her husband, her son.
Sighing heavily once more, he attempted to collect his thoughts. “I don’t think she’s been notified, considering she’s not here,” he commented quietly, knowing all too well that she herself would want to check on his condition, monitor his every movement, make certain he was okay. He was her only remaining family member, her only remaining friend, and she most certainly always made sure to fuss over him. Dylan had no doubt whatsoever that as soon as she knew, she would move heaven and earth to reach him.
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Nov 21, 2007 3:08:29 GMT -5
Alessandro's anger subsided as D'rorah spoke. She posed a good and completely obvious point. Gat did have trouble performing simple transifguration as Alessandro recalled the gravy boat into dead, red fish fiasco. He shook his head at the memory not being able to fathom how someone could have botched that up, although, Transfiguration was his flair, so no matter how simple it seemed to him, it may have been quite tricky for others. He shrugged that feeling off as the hotness of being attacked came back. Again, to verify what D'rorah had mentioned, he seems to show aptitude in spells that require hatred, and brazen action in a public display, presumably to draw attention to himself. He recalled the incident in Defense Against the Dark Arts, rolling his eyes, but silently thanking Gat's carelessness, as if he had been a little bit more precise with his wand movements, his head would have surely been liberated from his body.
Perhaps he fancies himself as the next dark lord... Alessandro thought to himself as he contemplated the abomination that is Gat Soldier.
"You're right Dee..." Alessandro said nodding his head in agreement after he had gained control over himself again. She had mentioned being sure of who the person was before doling out the punishments, which of course, was only the right thing to do, however badly he wanted to jinx Gat, he would have to wait for another time. He began to think on the subject of finding out who the mystery attacker was while D'rorah and Dylan chatted about his mother.
Alessandro turned his gaze out the window, studying a nearby tree in his sights as he thought. He was turning over ideas in his mind on how to find Dylan's assailant. What could he do to help? Right past the tree, further out on the grounds, was the exact spot he had been dreaming about the night he wound up in the woods with Jacques, Caitlin, Zee, and Keaira. The night he had recieved two visions, two premonitions. One showing him Caity and Jacques running into the forest, and the other revealing imminent danger to be taken care of. An idea slowly began to formulate in his head as he continued to stare out the window.
"Premonitions..." He murmured, his gaze still transfixed on the tree right outside the window.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Nov 21, 2007 13:17:30 GMT -5
“I will send her an owl. I am certain she will want to know what has happened. And it would be best for her to hear it from you, rather than from some unknown person at the school.” She thought for a moment, considering that owls were a somewhat slow method of communication. The message would reach the intended recipient in a day or so, but as there had already been a delay of a couple days’ delay, she thought it prudent to use a method of communication that was quicker. “Perhaps I should send it by patronus instead,” she amended. “You should save your strength…” She trailed off, knowing the last voice Astraeus would want to hear with news of Dylan being attacked was her own.
She could imagine the response now… most likely something to the tune of the fact that Dylan always seemed to fall into harm’s way when D’rorah was around. But, whether it was ill-received or not, it should be done. With a sense of resignation, she drew her wand, afraid the charm would not work in the presence of the anger which had planted itself so firmly in her mind. “Expecto Patronum,” she commanded firmly. She watched as a bright silvery wisp blossomed from the tip of her wand, only to dissipate. The frown which placed itself on her face in response had a certain air of self-loathing about it. “Cannot even cast a simple charm properly,” she muttered under her breath.
She took a deep breath, forcing the anger from her mind vehemently and finding happier thoughts to fill the space left behind. After a moment, she flourished her wand again, the command firm. “Expecto Patronum.” On command, a silvery Gryphon appeared and pranced before its mistress restlessly. Without speaking, she mentally relayed the message she intended for Astraeus and the gryphon spread its wings and took flight, going straight through the wall of the infirmary before disappearing from sight.
D’rorah looked up at Alessandro. “What were you saying about premonitions, Mister Darko?” she asked finally. “You look as though you have something rather heavy weighing on your mind at the moment.” Reassured that at any moment, Astraeus would receive her message, she prayed he would relay his thoughts soon, certain she would find herself forced from the room upon the arrival of Dylan’s mother.
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