Post by Aednat on Jan 27, 2006 21:00:11 GMT
(( I just read over my last post...I proof-read it and all, but wow! Typos...sorry guys, I was really tired when I wrote it, so I obviously didn't even notice mistakes afterwards...*vows to read this one several times over*))
Aednat straightened up immediately as a voice resounded through the area.
"So nice of you to drop in."
It was a voice she'd never heard before, a voice she therefore didn't recognise. Nonetheless, she didn't have a shred of doubt as to who the voice belonged to; surely this was the infamous Fenris Fenrir.
As his voice drew nearer, Aednat, without realising it, was once more gripping her wand as though for dear life, making small wrist movements and flicks. And then he was before them, and her eyes finally lit upon her foe. Instead of feeling an onslaught of new or extra fear she felt determination. It was unsettling not to be able to put a face or form to the man or beast you must come up against- now, finally seeing Fenris as he was, Aednat knew he was dangerous. She'd always known that; seeing him, however, took aware the human fear of the unknown and left her with resolve.
Her blood boiled at his words. He thought his proposition was fair? How so? She couldn't see reason in it. Still, she remained silent and immobile, waiting for Sylph to make known what she wanted the girls to do. It was with surprise, therefore, that she heard Ashlle's words burst forth. Aednat didn't allow herself to look at Ashlle, for she wouldn't let them leave Fenris, but she did furrow her brow unconsciously. She didn't blame Ashlle though- she herself was very spontaneous, and often found it hard to control her impulses and curb her tongue.
Fenris' next words insulted her too, but she had never expected him to be courteous. No, it was not his comments that sliced through her; it was what Ashlle responded with. Aednat drew her breath in. She'd had a hint of how Ashlle felt about blood purity before, but never to this extent. Now that she knew, she also knew that she wouldn't fight for Ashlle. She'd fight with her, yes, and for Sylph, Aylen, all the other members of the Resistance, the students in the school. But for Ashlle...she wouldn't be able to bring herself to do that. She didn't allow herself glare at the Gryffindor, but she felt sad and betrayed by a member of her house once again. Aednat's mother was a Muggle, and Ashlle might as well have stabbed Aednat instead of uttering those words- it would have had the same effect. Nevertheless, Ashlle, if she had picked up on the fact that every good thing that Aednat had felt about Ashlle was fast slipping away, need not have worried. They were in this together, and despite the fact that she planned on distancing herself from Ashlle after this, she would do anything in her power to protect the other girl today if it came to that. Today, at least.
Finally, Sylph was addressing Fenris. Despite the circumstance, Aednat had no power to stop the small, amused smile that played across her lips. The smile dropped as Aednat realised that Sylph wanted Fenris to take her on...alone. It was crazy...and, she realised, it was the only way to distract him so that the others could continue their mission without all three getting caught up in the fray. She hoped that the girl would play a good game of hide-and-seek, for if there was too much physical contact between the two, Sylph was in a death-trap. No matter how strong, none of them would be a match for him if they couldn't use magic- even then, it would be a push. Aednat was hopeful and optimistic, but not foolish. She wasn't as naive as to underestimate the grave danger they were in.
Aednat nodded slowly at Sylph to show that she understood, and tried to convey in one single look that she would do everything she could...and that if she saw sparks, she'd not let hell or its beasts stand in the way of trying to find her and help. A nanosecond later, she had removed her eyes from Sylph's face and allowed them to sweep the area. Slowly, she took a step backwards. She hated letting Sylph do this alone; every instinct raged against it...yet it seemed there was no other way. Sylph was her captain, and she'd do as instructed. Despite feeling rotten on stepping back, she knew there was wisdom in Sylph's chosen course of action.
Only one question remained- would Fenris Fenrir accept Sylph's challenge?
Aednat straightened up immediately as a voice resounded through the area.
"So nice of you to drop in."
It was a voice she'd never heard before, a voice she therefore didn't recognise. Nonetheless, she didn't have a shred of doubt as to who the voice belonged to; surely this was the infamous Fenris Fenrir.
As his voice drew nearer, Aednat, without realising it, was once more gripping her wand as though for dear life, making small wrist movements and flicks. And then he was before them, and her eyes finally lit upon her foe. Instead of feeling an onslaught of new or extra fear she felt determination. It was unsettling not to be able to put a face or form to the man or beast you must come up against- now, finally seeing Fenris as he was, Aednat knew he was dangerous. She'd always known that; seeing him, however, took aware the human fear of the unknown and left her with resolve.
Her blood boiled at his words. He thought his proposition was fair? How so? She couldn't see reason in it. Still, she remained silent and immobile, waiting for Sylph to make known what she wanted the girls to do. It was with surprise, therefore, that she heard Ashlle's words burst forth. Aednat didn't allow herself to look at Ashlle, for she wouldn't let them leave Fenris, but she did furrow her brow unconsciously. She didn't blame Ashlle though- she herself was very spontaneous, and often found it hard to control her impulses and curb her tongue.
Fenris' next words insulted her too, but she had never expected him to be courteous. No, it was not his comments that sliced through her; it was what Ashlle responded with. Aednat drew her breath in. She'd had a hint of how Ashlle felt about blood purity before, but never to this extent. Now that she knew, she also knew that she wouldn't fight for Ashlle. She'd fight with her, yes, and for Sylph, Aylen, all the other members of the Resistance, the students in the school. But for Ashlle...she wouldn't be able to bring herself to do that. She didn't allow herself glare at the Gryffindor, but she felt sad and betrayed by a member of her house once again. Aednat's mother was a Muggle, and Ashlle might as well have stabbed Aednat instead of uttering those words- it would have had the same effect. Nevertheless, Ashlle, if she had picked up on the fact that every good thing that Aednat had felt about Ashlle was fast slipping away, need not have worried. They were in this together, and despite the fact that she planned on distancing herself from Ashlle after this, she would do anything in her power to protect the other girl today if it came to that. Today, at least.
Finally, Sylph was addressing Fenris. Despite the circumstance, Aednat had no power to stop the small, amused smile that played across her lips. The smile dropped as Aednat realised that Sylph wanted Fenris to take her on...alone. It was crazy...and, she realised, it was the only way to distract him so that the others could continue their mission without all three getting caught up in the fray. She hoped that the girl would play a good game of hide-and-seek, for if there was too much physical contact between the two, Sylph was in a death-trap. No matter how strong, none of them would be a match for him if they couldn't use magic- even then, it would be a push. Aednat was hopeful and optimistic, but not foolish. She wasn't as naive as to underestimate the grave danger they were in.
Aednat nodded slowly at Sylph to show that she understood, and tried to convey in one single look that she would do everything she could...and that if she saw sparks, she'd not let hell or its beasts stand in the way of trying to find her and help. A nanosecond later, she had removed her eyes from Sylph's face and allowed them to sweep the area. Slowly, she took a step backwards. She hated letting Sylph do this alone; every instinct raged against it...yet it seemed there was no other way. Sylph was her captain, and she'd do as instructed. Despite feeling rotten on stepping back, she knew there was wisdom in Sylph's chosen course of action.
Only one question remained- would Fenris Fenrir accept Sylph's challenge?