Doing Lunch

[Hayzie]

Hayzie had arranged to meet Carmen and Kiki outside the Three Broomsticks on the Friday after their original meeting at the Ministry for an extended lunch break at one o' clock. Surely the Ministry could cope without the Ministress and her secretary for a few hours, couldn't they?

Wheeling her way through the streets of Hogsmeade, however, wasn't proving to be as easy as she had hoped. It was already five to one, and she was in a side street, drumming her fingers inpatiently against the armrest of her wheelchair as a rather large cluster of old witches gossiped about the front page of The Daily Phrophet and of how well their grandchildren were doing at school.

Eventually deciding they weren't going to notice her any time soon, the blonde girl simply asked: "Excuse me, can I just come through quickly, please?"

Turning around and looking down, a white blonde witch rose a brow. "You only had to ask, deary," she explained, stepping out of Hayzie's path.

"Thank you," the Prefect smiled, politely, beginning to spin the wheels once more, rolling her eyes at the attempted quiet voices she left behind her.

"Poor dear. Must have got herself into a spot of trouble."

"Well, Marjorie, you know what younguns are like these days."

"Too true, Pam. A Gryffindor at the school, isn't she?"

However before they could double check, Hayzie sped up and awkwardly rounded a corner. She didn't need reminding about how stupid and reckless she was. The continuous whispers in the corridors at school was enough.

Reaching the pub with a little more trouble at just gone one, Hayz undid the top two buttons of her shirt and loosened her red and gold tie so it hung just below the second button, glancing at the badge on her robes as she did so. Some Gryffindor she'd turned out to be.

Looking up again, Hayzie glanced around the crowd, hoping for a glimpse of Kiki or Carmen, praying they wouldn't be long. Massaging her tired and sore arms and deciding they weren't there just yet, the blonde applied the breaks and sat back to wait.

OOC: I'm playing this as before the potion -grins- seeing as the original thread was, too ;D

No flaming, please? ;D

[Kiki]

Kiki and Carmen walked along the streets of Hogsmeade, Kiki looking slightly whimscal and for some reason more magical. She glanced around the crowded groups of people outside Zonkos and Honeydukes, trying to look for a head of blonde hair but to little avail. She ran her fingers through her hair, sweeping it to one side and as they passed a group of little old ladies, she noticed a print of a wet wheelchair tyre on one of the cobbled stones as Carmen said that they'd never find her. Kiki stopped, then pretended she had a pipe.

"Elementary my dear Carmen. I can see here that Hayzie has definately been this way. Note the pressure on the wheels, I would say that it matches the weight of Miss Roberts exactly." She grinned and then pointed ahead of them.

"This way."

Before long they found the bored Gryffindor sitting in her chair, drumming her fingers on the handles impatiently. Kiki grinned and walked forward.

"Please, please, no warm welcome needed. A hello will suffice. A G'Day will work even better." Kiki paused. "But then, you aren't Australian. In that case, a hello is fine."

[Hayzie]

Are they ever going to get here? Hayzie thought to herself, looking down at her watch. Twenty past. Maybe they'd forgotten.... maybe they couldn't get away after all... maybe... Please, please, no warm welcome needed.

As those words wound their way through the air, green eyes shot back up and met a grinning Kiki. Smiling sheepishly, and laughing at her friend's words, Hayz cleared her throat, and attempted miserably to use an Australian accent. "G'Day Ministress," she tried, laughing at herself as she spoke. Shaking her head, the blonde noticed Carmen coming up behind. "Hey, Carmen! You made it," she grinned, digging around in her bag to find some Muggle hair mascara and tossing it gently in the direction of the blue haired Hufflepuff. "I found it earlier on. Thought you could use it to have your hair blue with white streaks instead. Best of both," she grinned. Okay, Kiki may not have known of the little lesson outside her office, but what did it matter?

Well.. apart from the fact Carmen probably had a lot of work to do, and Hayzie was doing nothihng but being a distraction. Turning around to hook the bag back on one of the handles (they did have a use, after all), the Gryffindor turned back round. "How's your morning been, anyway? Busy? Or quiet...?"

[Carmen]

No one could have ever had a nicer boss. No one could have had any nicer friends.

"It's true. G'day tops all the greetings of the world!" Carmen commented blaitantly after Ki towards Hayzie. She was so glad that the blonde had been able to convince Ki to have a few hours rest with the two of them in Hogsmeade. The only other time she had been there was with that boy. Accutio.

Moving just quick enough to catch the flying make-up, she recognised it instantly to be some hair mascara. "Thank you!" she gasped with a hug for the prefect. Immediately, the blue-haired girl ran the brush-stick through her long strands, streaking whiteness between shades of blue.

"It's been fairly quiet, but that only lasted a few ticks..." replied the girl with a glint in her eye, poking Ki's shoulder suddenly with her finger.

[Sealla (not so retiredness)]

Sure enough, the sun was up, the day was beautiful, and the dew had been dry for a good few hours from her fur that had been left overnight. From in the little cave-like hole under the great Willow beside the lake, a mottled wolf's jaw gaped open in a mighty yawn, baring her perfect set of canines to the spilling-in afternoon sunlight. After she had closed her muzzle, the she-wolf clenched her eyes shut and extended her forepaws in front of her, letting go of a stretch. She shook her head to wake properly, but when she had been half asleep all her senses had been keen. Keen for the hunt of a new day.

But where? There were no humans around the Lake, she observed, after crawling up and out of her little hole, revealing the many deep scars and missing tufts of brown and grey fur over her body. The only scars that had slithered over her face, though, was her left ear, which had been torn in half. From the few nights before she had spent in the Forbidden Forest, she knew that students were either too stupid to not go in, or too smart to enter. Either way, humans were scarce found in the beautiful, deathly trees.

And there was no way that she was ever going to enter that school again. Children weren't always enough to satisfy the she-wolf, having been brought up with a large appetite. No. This time, she'd be looking for larger prey. Something other than yaks or other creatures. Humans were a favourite of this she-wolf's stomach. Lifting her wide paws into a trot, eventually, after passing many buildings, the little Wizarding Village came into view. And within moments, the she-wolf was prowling around behind the buildings, letting only her eyes pierce the darkness.

Sure enough, after many people passed the little alley, one had seen, out of the corner of their eye, two shining yellow-hinted blue orbs, hanging in darkness side-by-side. "Hello?" the deep, husky, male voice called as he cautiously stepped into the darkness. The she-wolf would have thought the tank-like man would have lit a torch or something, but no, he didn't do anything other than almost crawl on his feet. "Hello?" he called again. A deep, malicious growl, which sounded only slightly like a human's evil chuckle, resounded between the two walls. The man's face dropped into fear of the unknown, but he had not even a second to turn around and run before she had lunged onto his back, slamming her claws to pierce his flesh. A loud cry erupted from him, but it was cut short.

Anyone's cry would have been if something had clamped its jaws around one's throat, piercing one's jugular and stabbing one's oesophagus beyond recognition. His screams ended in a spluttering slurp, and within a minute, he had died in her jaws.

[Hayzie]

Going out to lunch was never as easy as it first seemed on paper.

"What was that?" Hayz asked, upon hearing the half cry coming from the alley she had been in only half an hour before, from the alley her two friends had been in only minutes before. Curious green eyes tried to make their way through the crowd and back to the alley. However, she couldn't see a thing.

"Wait here..." the blonde girl told Kiki and Carmen, making sure they'd be safe. "In fact... go inside... it'll be safer," she explained, taking the breaks off her wheelchair and trying to weave her way back through the crowd. "Make way, make way, Prefect coming through. Make way," Hayz sighed, making little progress. Getting caught up in the crowd by a bunch of second year Ravenclaws, Hayzie tapped one on their arm. "Guys... can you take it to one side of the path or the other?" Smiling as they seperated to allow her through, their stares bored into her back. Stop it she scolded herself for becoming paranoid as she made her way back into the alleyway.

However the sight she saw in there was not one that was expected, and not one Hayzie had particularly wanted.

"Sealla... what an... unpleasent surprise," the blonde Prefect almost whispered, her voice holding slight traces of fear, but mostly a sense of determination. She wasn't going to let her get away with this. The poor innocent man lying on the floor, lying in his own blood with Sealla on top of him. "He didn't deserve an end like that. No one does, Sealla. You of all people know that... or don't you any more?"

[Sealla (not so retiredness)]

The moment another scent hit her nose, the un-scarred muzzle of hers curled up into a tight snarl, warning the Lycan. Many, many times her kill had almost been taken by the rogue wolves and she-wolves of the mountains, let alone in the other parts of the world. But she wouldn't let this one take her meal. Upon laying her eyes on the owner of the scent of lycanthrope, she could have gasped. What sort of Lycan would be chained to a human's wheel-chair?

A human's Lycan.

At that point, her snarl had turned more vicious, pressing her brows against her eyes. You're another that mistakes me for the black she-wolf, was all that she growled through telepathy. Once she had torn her gaze from the blonde lycan-girl, her jaws were back around the man's throat, and although she knew he was perfectly dead and gone, a quick tug let a sickening snap sound.

Though it wouldn't have been a good idea to turn her back on a Lycan, the wheel-chair ridden girl couldn't do a thing should she change, and so that was exactly what the scarred she-wolf had done, still with the body jarred between her canines, blood still licking her fur. From metres away, she swivelled her left ear backwards, listening for any movement behind her.

[Hayzie]

That snapping sound caused Hayz's face to turn white. How could she... Well, knowing the Sealla that she had met in the forest a few months back, it shouldn't have surprised her. However, she hadn't taken much notice as she entered the alley. Maybe this wasn't the Sealla she knew, after all.

Green eyes looked over her. It seemed she was in a bad state. Some of her black fur had turned grey, and it looked like a fair bit of it was missing. And if she had honestly thought Hayzie could do nothing to stop her....

"Think again," Hayz whispered, knowing what the turning around was all about. Pulling out her wand, the blonde Prefect pointed at the wolf she would once have classed as a friend. "Stupefy!" she called out, paralysing the black/grey she-wolf.

Green eyes narrowed to the point where they were mere slits on her pale face. "I don't make mistakes when it comes to those who were once friends. I try and make sure they can't hurt anyone else. And Sealla, if I have to stupefy you for the rest of my life, I will." Hayz sent bravely. "Besides, you must be getting old if even you've forgotten who you are. What on earth happened to you?!"

[Sealla (not so retiredness)]

And indeed, turning her back was a stupid idea. With a jet of light slamming into her body, the she-wolf had been frozen-solid, unable to move in the slightest. When would the others learn that she wasn't the other Lycan they thought she was. This blonde girl spoke to her as if she knew Sealla inside and out. And though the spell was strong, it began to wear. Again, the snarl broke through, ending in something very much like a war-cry.

I am not Sealla! The creature screached through her mind. And since neither of us know eachother, it is none of your business to know of what happened to me! With a final tug of almost every muscle in her body, the spell faultered, letting her turn around and move towards the blonde, but in slow-motion. Almost. Gradually, her steps begun to speed up, until the she-wolf was bounding straight at the wheel-chaired girl.

Launching herself from a leap onto the girl, she rebounded off her, knocking the younger Lycan from her chair. On the landing, she bounced and bounded over to her kill, and with a snarl echoing in the alley, she grabbed a hold on the body and begun to race back where she had come. But paused at the end of the alley to turn and gaze upon the fallen Lycan. One could have mistaken the glint in her eyes as sympathy. One would have been wrong.

Never mistake me for that Lycan.

[Hayzie]

You're the one making the mistake... Hayzie thought to herself, struggling to get herself so she was leaning backwards on her elbows. It was times like this that she really wished she still had use of her legs. Managing to get into a position where she could at least see around the alley again, Hayz noticed that Sealla was now down at the other end of the alley, and there was no way she could get a spell to go that far. She wasn't powerful enough for that yet.

"I'm sure we'll meet again," Hayzie sent, a slight threat to her voice. Maybe she would have to go and take a visit to the tunnels, find out if they knew anything. Admittedly, Sealla had sided with the forest lately, but maybe they would know at least a little bit. "And maybe by that point, you'll have a little common sense back."

[Xavier]

"That was very cruel, Sealla. Stop right there."

A black-clad figure wearing a cape that hid its features from the crowd appared to seperate itself from the shadows of the alley. Behind the shadows of the hooded cape, a pair of bright, orange tinted eyes stared out at the female Lycan. As the figure removed the hood, a head of green, spiked hair appeared to match a tanned, masculine face. It was Xavier, and he had followed Sealla after he spotted her heading towards Hogsmeade. Any conflict here wouldn't bear well for the Lycans, and he'd been right.

"You made two mistakes here, Sealla. First: you killed a human in human territory. My Lycans have learned to only kill humans if they enter into our territory. Now the loved ones of this man have the option of seeking you out and killing you for what you have done. Second: you turned your back on a Prefect. Yes, I realize that Hayzie is handicapped to some extent, but she is a powerful witch and still commands the respect of even the creatures in which she shares this world with, including you and me."

The above-average sized man slowly and calmly walked over to where Hayzie laid on the ground, offering his hand to her and helping her back into her wheelchair.

"I'm sorry about that, Hayzie. Sealla is a newcomer to the school and I have no jurisdiction over her actions, but she does not have the right to kill an innocent human like she did."

Xavier's stern gaze switched over to where Sealla was. He pointed a hand at the she-wolf and muttered Petrificus Totalus as a flash of energy appeared out of his fingertips and struck Sealla square in the side. A look of shock appeared on Sealla's muzzle as she fell over, completely stiff. (OOC: Sorry for the God-RP...)

"Sealla, I need to talk to you, and the only way I can is to make sure you don't run off, ok? I'm sorry I had to do that to you."

Turning back to Hayzie, he brushed some dust off of her robes and smiled.

"Are you going to be okay, Hayzie?"

[Hayzie]

"Thanks," Hayzie breathed in relief as Xavier helped her back into her wheelchair. For a moment, she wondered if he had any idea how she had become handicapped, but thought nothing more of it. Watching as the events played out, she raised a brow at Xavier's words.

"A newcomer to the school? Has the world gone mad?" the blonde asked, shaking her head. "First off she says she's not Sealla, when it's obvious she is, and now you're saying she's a newcomer?" Moving some stray hair behind her ear and looking up at Xavier, hoping for some answers, she simply asked: "What on earth is going on? I'll be perfectly fine, but..." looking around, she checked to see if Carmen and Kiki had gone back into the pub. "But... what is going on, Xavier?"

Admittedly, she should perhaps show a bit more leyway in her opinions. After all, rumours were flying round that Sealla was actually dead now. But she had come back before... so what would stop her coming back again?

[Xavier]

Xavier sighed as Hayzie asked him so many questions that she should have known the answer to.

"You've obviously been out of the loop, my dear. I'll explain briefly. The original Sealla, my Sealla, died a little while ago in the Forest. I watched her whrite and squirm in agony in her final moments as she battled Mai Le Rosa and her own insanity. That Sealla," he said, pointing to the paralyzed she-wolf, "arrived at the school only a couple of weeks ago. She looks like the original, has emotions like the original, but isn't. She doesn't realize that she can't kill innocent humans without feeling the repercussions. The original Sealla had beautiful jet-black fur, this Sealla does not. Other than that, however, it's hard to tell the difference."

Xavier turned back to Sealla and spoke to her.

"I'm going to let you go now. Please stay for a moment?"

[Sealla (not so retiredness)]

(Ooc: Oh come off it, Xavier. You're going to cop it... stop dictating to her what she can and can't do.
Must you constantly follow? I referenced you to this thread for you to look and read and tell me what you thought. I knew as soon as I had left that you'd reply with some s*** like this.)

A terrifying shriek sounded through their minds. It wouldn't have surprised her if they had sent their hands to cover their ears, even though it was within their brain that they were recieving the war-cry. HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YOU?! she screamed, from once again being shot still. You're not related to me! You've nothing over a lone Lycan like myself! And once again, as she had done with Hayzie's spell, sent every muscle into work.

Long moments later, her ears twitched, along with her muzzle, which was still positioned in a non-threataning manner. A second passed, and the she-wolf was within the air, with the human's neck still clamped between her canines. WHAM! The body had been tossed at the male, but she didn't let it fly, so it had flung back to the ground next to her.

You asked me to join your home and your pack. Nice job you're doing of convincing me. With another snarl, Sealla tightened the grip around the body, and bounded out of the alley, back the way she had come.

(Ooc: This thread had potential...)

[Xavier]

(OOC: F***ing relax, ok? Sorry this didn't turn out to what you had expected. Not everything in life does...not even things you think should turn out right. You know that, and I know that. Now please, just...calm down.)

BIC:

Xavier's glance switched to Sealla's frozen body as she screamed inside his mind. Anger bubbled up inside of him, threatening to make him explode in fury. He had limited control over some of his emotions as is, so this wouldn't turn out well if he lost it. As the she-wolf continued to scream at him, Xavier's fists balled in rage and his teeth gritted as he let out a low growl. Finally his temper broke.

"GODDAMNIT! CAN IT, SEALLA!"

Xavier's breathing became heavy and red seemed to seep into his vision. His fists were balled so tightly that his own nails were cutting into the flesh on his hands, letting blood drip down to his knuckles and then fall into the dirt. They shook as he attempted to regain his composure, but to no avail. Sweat beaded down his forehead and his muscles tensed, trying to hold on the explosion that threatened to escape if he relaxed for even a moment.

As Sealla flung the dead body at Xavier, he put up his arm, stopping the body and causing it to crash back to the ground with a rather stomach-wrenching wet 'crunch'. He glared at Sealla with menacing, burning eyes and let his sharp, blinding white teeth show.

How dare ME? How dare you! Where's your self-respect? Where's your honor? Even theives have honor, so you should, too! You think your life is so miserable that you have to go and separate yourself from everyone you meet? Well guess what. Life's not that easy! The only reason I've survived as long as I have is BECAUSE I stayed in the pack and BECAUSE I have a loving extended family. You on the other hand are nothing more than an angry, confused and SCARED rogue Lycan. You have no home here, even though I offered you one. You have only bad memories so far, even when I offered to help you create GOOD ONES! You view your life as so pitiful that you find yourself wandering through the forest hunting for human flesh. Well I've got a message for you! THINGS DON'T WORK THAT WAY HERE!

If Xavier's eyes were lasers, Sealla would have been swiss cheese long ago. He had never felt such anger over such a trivial matter. Yes, the man was human, but he was innocent in terms of everything that had happened recently. It was unfair, both to the recently deceased man and to Xavier. Why did life always have to be like this? An endless cycle of self-destruction perpetuated by our world's desire to better itself. The thought made Xavier sick and he spat into the dirt.

Let me get one thing straight with you here, Sealla. I may not run the show, but I'm responsible for the actions of every Lycan here, and so are you! You have a responsibility to uphold as a Lycan. We are noble, majestic creatures, not the ravenous, bloodlusting fiends that everyone makes us out to be. It is EVERYONE'S responsibility to see that our ways and reputations are upheld! By going out on your own and randomly attacking this man, you've begun a cycle which will probably never end until either you or the family of the man you killed are dead. It must not mean all that much for you to kill an innocent human, but think about this. That other form that you possess? The one that allows you to walk on two legs and do more with your front paws then just balance yourself out? Guess what? That's human, too. You're connected to every human being on the planet because you share the spirit of the world with everyone. Now my offer still stands, at least temporarily. Cool yourself off, enjoy your meal, and when you're ready to talk again, do so. I'll be waiting.

As Sealla left, Xavier growled and roared, punching a dent in the wall of the building next to the alley. He flung his hood back up and stormed into Hogsmeade. He needed to cool off, and fast.

OOC: Sorry for making this whole post sound mean...but I'm trying to prove a point here...