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Post by Xarian Heart on Sept 26, 2005 1:35:40 GMT
Xarian looked at him, her head a little cocked to the side. Something inside her told her that there was more to him then met the eye, but she said nothing, instead, bowed her head and waited for instruction.
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Post by amy on Sept 26, 2005 3:35:19 GMT
Amy's eyes flicked away from Persephone's face to the doorway as a fiery red-headed Ravenclaw walked in, closely followed by an older looking, raven haired man who was quite out of place in her classroom. Cocking her head slightly, Amy leaned forward off the front of her desk and crossed her arms against her chest somewhat nervously. This man had an aura about him that Amy picked up on immediately...Something was off with him. Brushing it off as nerves of her first day, she allowed a polite smile to grace her face as she studied him carefully. He was probably just someone here to check up on the classroom, or perhaps he needed help with something. She told her gut to settle down as the ends of her smiling lips twitched downward slightly. It seemed that her mouth had been carved into a permanent smile ever since she'd walked into the room, whether it wanted to be there or not. For some reason, this man made her slightly nervous.
"I'm Professor Stevens." She answered evenly, looking over her oval glasses as the man tried to pick her out. "I would be more then happy to answer your questions."
Amy turned back to her class and nodded curtly. "Please take out your textbooks and read the first chapter on the History of Dreams. It's not very long. There is an assignment in the book, again, fairly simple. Please complete it and follow the instructions I added. I'll be back in a moment."
Uncrossing her arms, Amy walked across the room until she was right next to the man who had intruded on her classroom. Opening the door, she held an arm through the space between her room and the hall. "After you, sir."
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Fenris Fenrir
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Post by Fenris Fenrir on Sept 26, 2005 11:54:35 GMT
As Professor Stevens made herself known, Fenris' eyes slowly observed the students of the class as their professor was assigning them something to do while she went out of class for a moment to talk with him. However; his black eyes widened as he recognized two of the faces from among the students. The one that he remembered the most was the one that had stunned him the second time he came into the Great Hall. He was safe from her because he knew that she had only seen a wolf attacking a red-haired girl; she hadn't seen the raven-haired man that enjoyed a game of darts with a strange target. A living one.
Then there was the other girl that Fenris recognized from before; this one had been at the first time he had ever entered the school. When he had ruined a wedding in the name of chaos and his associate; he never called him master because no one could completely control Fenris. He wouldn't allow anyone to. Yet this girl, even though she had been labeled a coward in his mind for running from him, she carried a greater threat in her then the first girl did. She had seen what he looked like before he turned into a wolf. If he wasn't careful; his cover would be blown.
He needed to make this quick; he needed to get out of here fast once his task was accomplished. He had learned that through brute force one can get things done quicker but if he transformed into his wolven form; he would have to fight all the harder to get to his goal. Cloak and dagger operations were never his strength; his strength was in all-out-assult. But his associate chose him above the others for this task and he would do as the associate asked for the benefits that he reap from this enterprise.
Adjusting the repaired field glasses that he wore as the Professor walked by to the door, Fenris Fenrir replied in turn once Amy Stevens had invited him out into the Hallway. "Thank you Miss". And with that; Fenris eyed the classroom one last time before turning about the leaving the classroom so that he could 'talk' to the Professor in quiet.
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Post by amy on Sept 26, 2005 19:19:06 GMT
Amy cast her class another look as the strange man swept through the door into the hallway. Making sure they were all involved in their studies, she followed her visitor, closing the tall wooden door with a click behind her. Amy then turned to face the black-haired man, her placid smile still in place. Amy tucked her hands in her pockets before speaking.
"So. What can I do for you?"
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Post by Faerlain on Sept 26, 2005 19:50:32 GMT
She silently watched as various other students drifted into the room, though she didn't really recognize any of them. Most seemed to be younger than herself, though a small flicker of remembrance crossed her face as Teagan entered and then took her seat. She had heard of Jade Cross stepping down from the prefect position and that Teagan had been given it in her place, though that was common knowledge. Smiling a bit, she waved at the Ravenclaw Prefect and then returned her attention to the matter at hand- dreams.
Her own dreams hadn't been anything but peaceful as of late, though she could remember when she was younger she used to have a rather haunting reoccuring one. She was wandering alone in a graveyard... though, somehow, she wasn't really alone. There were other people around her, spirits. They tried to drag her down with cold and heavy hands, to bring her to an early grave. That was always the dream that left her panting and sweat coated in the morning, however it was one that she generally didn't like to share with other people.
Her mind was dragged off the topic of dreams when a man entered the room, one that looked strikingly familliar in a way. She had seen him somewhere before... or, at least she felt like she had. He had this cold feeling about him that she didn't like- something about this man just made her feel downright uneasy. And why did he want to talk to the professor? Surely he wasn't another teacher at this school, or else she would have recognized him. And it didn't look like he was from the Ministry either.
Carefully, she opened up her Divination book and appeared to be reading- but her eyes followed the professor outside and she sat tense, waiting to take action if anything bad were to happen.
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Post by Xailyn Rose on Sept 26, 2005 19:53:11 GMT
The man had been clearly identified to the demoness, and she now followed him, tracing his every move. Of course where she was going was to Amy, simply following the lycan. Her eyes scanned his incredible height as he walked; her, only being 5’4 was left to gape up at the male. But being as far away as she was made her not get to experience his full height. She paused as Fenris opened the door to the Divination classroom, watching as he walked in. He was going to do it right in the middle of class? And when since was Amy a teacher? Obviously the demoness hadn’t been properly updated on the girl. Even though she was a fair ways away from the door, she could hear Fenris ask her to step outside with him for a minute. Poor girl. At least he did decide to take it out of the classroom. But it was always fun to make a big scene. "So. What can I do for you?" Stand still so I can maim you? The thought instantly occurred in the demoness’ head. Her fiery red heels clicked upon the floor as she moved a tad closer to the pair. Her legs were adorned in bright red fishnet, and a leather skirt and top. She matched well, the same color lipstick, eye shadow, and eyes as her outfit. It contrasted oddly with her bright green hair, she looked like Death’s Christmas –And of course, her hands were covered with bright red gloves. After idle steps the demoness was now standing right beside the lycan and professor. Her eyes moved between the two, scanning them, burning their images into her mind. She said nothing, simply staring at them both.
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Post by amy on Sept 26, 2005 20:30:46 GMT
As Amy waited for a respones from the tall, dark-haired stranger, she spotted an odd looking woman walking down the hallway straight toward them. It took Amy's mind a moment to digest the shock of bright green hair against the Christmas red clothing and makeup. When the woman stopped next to them and just stared, Amy gaped slightly, her mouth opening and closing once like a fish.
Never before had she heard of something like this happening. Two random strangers interrupting her class on her first day, seemingly popping from thin air. Amy wondered breifly if this was some sort of joke, something to get her jumpy on her first day. But her nerves squashed that fleeting theory, telling her that this was something bigger. Her eyes flicking between the two of them, Amy tried to keep her cool. Her brain was running madly.
"Is there something I can do for the two of you?" She asked quietly. "Because I would really love to get back in my classroom, if you don't mind."
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Post by Rezna Lardale on Sept 26, 2005 20:46:50 GMT
Rezna's eyes turned warily to the door as a man asked their Professor to come outside. A few oddities came to her mind as she watched the man. First off, what would a stranger be doing in the school and why would he, if he was not a professor, be talking to the divinations teacher, especially if she was new.
Looking him over, Rezna felt a shiver go up her spine. There was something about him, his manner, that reminded her of the times she had walked in the forest. Something about it's darkness, it's fluttery and shady nature seemed to be hidden in him.
Just as these thoughts crossed her mind, Rezna felt the stupidity of them. Trying to focus instead on her reading, the girl tried to take her mind off her bad thoughts. Still, every few seconds she'd look up trying to see if their Professor was returning. After a few moments, she kept her gaze on the door, willing for their teacher to come in, or at least open the door so that she could see what was happening.
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Post by ~Persephone~ on Sept 26, 2005 21:03:49 GMT
Persephone had watched as the strange man entered the room. She thought she could remember seeing him at Jordan's wedding...before everything went bad. She wasn't sure though, but there was definetly something familiar there.
The more Sephe looked at him, the more uneasy she got. It occured to her then that there was no mistaking this man for the one who had ruined her dear friends wedding. She was worried about her professor though, and in between reading from her text, she glanced up.
She swallowed a lump in her throat, and was suddenly glad to have Teagan in there class. Having her, and having the Hufflepuff prefect there, would bring order if anything went wrong. She decided to wait it out though. If something went wrong...well she knew what this man was really.
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Post by Fenris Fenrir on Sept 26, 2005 21:20:41 GMT
Fenris ignored the new presence that now stood near him. The person wasn't his objective and the objective had now done something that Fenris didn't expect. She had closed the door; she had shut herself off from the rest of the humans. This was all too easy; surely something had to be amiss. But the silence from the classroom furthered Fenris' resolve. This target would be his easiest yet and now he only wanted to ask one thing of her. "What can you do for me? I think that question is what can I do to you?" With those words, Fenrir's right hand shot forward and grabbed the professor about the throat, pressing her against the door in the process. He started to lift her so that her feet dangled in the air and it would prove hard for the little mortal to live, but then again mortals were made to die.
'What could she do for him' thought Fenris. Well there were many things. It all depended on how primative the lycan was feeling. She could remain absolutely still and let Fenris kill her quickly. Or she could struggle and let Fenris enjoy the kill. Oh the choices, but he didn't have time for choices; he only had time for what was planned.
But that took the fun out of everything. Fenrir intended to follow the plan but to enjoy himself at the same time. With his free hand, Fenris gripped the young professor's right arm; his fingers driving into the soft flesh after a moment of resistance. As the blood seeped from the wound; Fenrir's eyes widened a bit with the sudden prospect of blood and pain. He started to lose control, his body quivering with anticipation as he tightened his grip on the woman's neck and watched her blood flow.
"Actually", came Fenrir's voice, "There is one thing you can do; scream."
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Post by Xarian Heart on Sept 26, 2005 21:48:01 GMT
Something made her flinch, but she wasn't sure what. Shrugging it off, she went to open her book. A sick feeling in the pit of her stomach made her want to stand up and see what was going on outside.
Or maybe that's just my curiosity. They'll be mad if they catch you eavesdropping.
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Post by Rezna Lardale on Sept 26, 2005 22:30:00 GMT
A loud thud was heard as the Professor was pushed against the door to her classroom. Rezna's eyebrows drew together as she wondered what on earth had caused either one of the adults to hit the door. They had to be standing awfully close to it to hit it that hard.
Looking at her other classmates, Renza couldn't help but feel as though she was not the only one worried. If all of them felt uneasy, than perhaps there was more to the man than met the eye.
What was it about the subject of Divination that never allowed her to get through one lesson in peace, Rezna wondered as she shut her book rather violently. Looking at Faerlain, she wondered if the prefect had any idea what was taking the Professor so long. But Rezna could not make eye contact with either Faye or any of the other girls.
Making up her mind, Rezna got out of her seat and walked over to the door. Her curiosity could not be controlled further. She wanted to calm herself by letting her own eyes see that nothing was the matter outside the classroom.
She decided the best way to explain her exit was that she needed to go to the restroom. Placing her hand on the handle, she tried to push open the door. To her surprise the handle turned but the door did not budge.
"Something blocking the door," she whispered out loud before she could stop herself. Not looking to see the other's response, Rezna used her shoulder to push open the door. It moved up a small crack but did not open. Fear pulsing adrenalin up her body, the Hufflepuff tried again to no aid.
Looking behind her shoulder, she fought to keep her voice steady as she fought to control her wild thoughts. "You guys, something's wrong," she said to her classmates.
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Post by amy on Sept 26, 2005 22:34:38 GMT
Scream. Amy wanted to scream, at the top of her lungs, badly. But scream she could not; there was no air to force out. As she choked, her arms flying instinctly to this stranger's hand around her neck, clawing, fighting, Amy could only think one thing. The thought was stuck in her head, even as she felt her head go light, as she listened to the silence of the hallway and her own gasping, unfulfilling breaths...
Why?
Why had this man come for her, from nothing, and done this? Killed her? For she felt that was what was coming. She could sense the strength in his hands. She couldn't reach her wand, for it was tucked carefully in her inside pocket, and there was no way for her to alert help. Unless the mysterious Christmas woman helped her, Amy was royally screwed. She felt hot tears spring to her eyes and fall down her cheeks as she let out one word, one feeble gasp.
"Please.."
Before slipping into darkness.
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Post by Fenris Fenrir on Sept 26, 2005 23:28:08 GMT
As the woman slipped into darkness, Fenris let out a booming laugh; he didn't care if the students heard him now for now he had won no matter what. With a mighty crash; Fenris let the limp body fall to the floor and watched it sprawl where it lay. Crouching down next to the prostrate professor, Fenris whispered into her ear, "Please; is that all you can think of? I have heard much better from lesser beings. You are a professor; show some backbone for the school you teach and are supposed to defend. But your defense has failed; you Professors have failed; you let the students defend themselves and in turn they get hurt. And now when you are pressed to fight; you are weak. So much of the might of the wizards! But no; you will not die yet woman; you shall suffer."
Checking the pulse of the professor, Fenris was pleased to see that she still was alive; she would be fun to toy with once she woke up again. But now for business. The tall man gripped the right arm of the professor and let the crimson liquid that leaked from it's body pool in his left hand. Once he had enough; he stood and made his way to the door of the classroom with the blood in hand. Another task complete; another message to write yet before he started to write the message; his heightened senses picked up something new coming from the class. Fear. Concern. Suspicion.
Then he heard a voice from behind the door; it was muffed by the wood that imposed itself between the class and himself, but the intent of the voice was clear. Those scum thought that something was up and humans, being the impulsive creatures that they are, always acted before thinking. With little time before the door would be opened by those inside, Fenris hurried back to the unconscious professor and ripped several parts of her clothing off and binded her with them; to hold her in place until he returned.
Now for the first time did he acknowledged the demoness. He had never seen her before, but by the way she bore herself and the fact that she hadn't intervened meant that she had to be a pawn; just as himself. With a few strides, Fenris walked over until he towered over the smaller demoness; strange that he towered over a being that might have more power than he. The question was; would she use it? Bending down so that only she could hear him lest some student overheard, Fenris said, "Look; I don't know who you are, but if you are here for the same reason as I; then I could use your assistance. The scum behind that door; they suspect too much for my tastes. I plan to teach them a lesson in etiquette; never eavesdrop your one's elders. You are welcome to join in or guard the professor, but don't lay a hand on her; she is mine."
With that said and done, Fenris walked in front of the door and backed away several paces. At that point he closed his fiery eyes and concentrated; soon tufts of silver-grey fur burst through his skin and he quickly changed into his majestic form. His current form was more frightening the first, but then again who wouldn't be afraid of an 8 foot tall wolf from shoulder down? With one final nod to the demoness; Fenris Fenrir let out a blood curling howl and rammed himself full force into the door. The door was stronger than he expected; it only shivered from his charge. Growling in frustration; he hurled himself at the door repeatedly until it began to splinter. Some of these splinters managed to find their way into Fenrir's muzzle, but he didn't care; pain was what he lusted for; blood was what he desired; flesh was what he craved. All of that and more await him behind the door and he wouldn't be stopped by such mere constructs.
Letting out one more wrathful howl, Fenris Fenrir charged the door one last time. The door flew off of it's hinges; impacting against whatever stood behind it. But now the barrier was done and Fenris majestically walked into the classroom. A smirk could be seen on his muzzle as he stared down the class from on high. 'I am sorry class; but your teacher is currently....indisposed at the moment. So I am to be your substitute', explained Fenrir into the minds of the pupils; the fires in his eyes burning all the brighter, 'I don't know what these humans have been teaching you these days; so lets start out with lesson 1; what is the quickest way to kill a human? You don't know?'
Fenrir's eyes gleamed maliciously as he growled into their minds. 'Any way that I so choose.'
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Post by Faerlain on Sept 27, 2005 2:51:13 GMT
Her day had taken a sudden turn for the unsual as Rezna, a fellow Hufflepuff, jumped up and announced that the door wasn't moving. Fear insantly coursed through her body- but she couldn't just sit there, could she? What else did being a prefect mean, if not to defend the school? And it was clear that something out of the ordinary was going on here, or else why would the door be blocked? And that man had been so very strange, but seemed so familliar. Like someone she'd only caught a fleeting glimpse of, but still had his face carved into her mind.
Jumping up and grabbing her wand, she joined Rezna by the door and tested it herself. It wouldn't budge. Pressing her ear against it, she managed to catch only whispered words and the thud of a body as it hit the floor. She jumped back a foot, quickly, as silence overtook the hallway. It appeared that most students had forgotten about the assignment and were now staring towards the door, waiting for it to open and reveal what it may.
And then the banging began. As soon as Faye noticed that the door was about to give way she gulped back a scream and dove to the floor, somehow managing to tug Rezna down with her. But oh- the wolf that entered. He was someone that she did recognize. So. The man was a lycan. This was something that she had suspected, but she couldn't directly accuse him of it. That would have been wrong of her.
"Get DOWN!" She yelled, praying that the lycan wouldn't harm any of the student. It seemed like he enjoyed playing these games, teasing and flaunting his power. Well, she wouldn't stand for it. The professor might be out cold, but there was still one person who was willing to fight. After brushing off a few splinters from her robes, she stood to her feet.
Her wand was clutched firmly in her right hand as she advanced to the front of the classroom. For the first time she noticed that there was blood upon his clothing, but she paid it no mind. It only meant that she must try all the harder to cast him away, so that they might try to help the professor.
"Personally, I'd rather discuss the best way to kill a lycan..." She said, softly. "In which the answer would be any way that I chose. Accio Silver." The spell was a real long shot- she wasn't sure if there even was any silver in the classroom. But then again, it was a classroom- they generally tended to be stocked with most anything. A vial of liquid silver darted quickly into her left hand and she gripped it tightly.
"I don't suppose you'd like some, hm?" She said, her voice almost teasing him. There was only a flicker of fear in her eyes, the slightest sign of a tremor in her hand that allowed him to see her slight uncertainty. No... she had to do this. She had to be strong- nobody else would be hurt. Not on this day.
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