Post by Wyl on Jan 24, 2005 13:13:34 GMT
Wyl wound his way back to the Great Hall, deciding that after losing the item at the Quidditch Pitch he could celebrate with Faye that at least one Hufflepuff found an item. Something flew low over his head and Wyl instinctively ducked, but instead a scroll fell into his hand. Unrolling the parchment, he saw that it was from Jazelle, so he assumed to owl that had flown over must've been Capricorn. Reading the contents quickly, his face broke into a lopsided grin and he broke into a run and charged through the doors of the Great Hall.
It was surprisingly empty, he had expected it to be nearly full with students - after all, it was just after lunchtime. Wondering what could be happening, he fumbled in his pockets for his wand, then pushed his glasses a little higher up his nose. Prowling down the aisles in between the house tables, Wyl's eyes scanned the area in front of him for the magical obstacle that he was expecting to pop up at any moment.
A swish of the air behind him made him turn quickly, the sunlight he abruptly turned into making him temporarily blind. He blinked his eyes hard, trying to retain some of his vision when he heard a delighted chuckle off to his right. The stars had cleared from his eyes and he turned slowly, then stared increduolously at the little creature sitting innocently on the table.
It was small and electric blue, with big black eyes that anyone could've easily melted into. Wyl let his guard drop, and stupidly his wand as he approached the little pixie.
"What are you?" He asked it, still surprised at its sudden appearance.
"Cornish Pixie!" It replied with glee, and leaped up, doing a strange, warped dance on the table top. Wyl decided to hold his laughter and his applause until the end, and was just about to raise his hands to clap them, when roughly twenty others leaped onto the table top. Their eyes, however, were no longer big and innocent. If Wyl didn't know any better, he would say that those eyes belonged to someone of great evil and maker of chaos.
As soon as that thought crossed his mind, Wyl's eyes widened and he moved quickly, leaping over the Gryffindor table backwards, to escape from the twenty pixies that had taken their cue from him and leapt forward to attack. Wyl wished he'd actually read some of his mother's old Gilderoy Lockhart books. He actually preferred the series written by Hermione Granger, although he never managed to finish the ridiculously thick books. In fact, he'd just finished the chapter on Hinky Punks and was about to start on Cornish Pixies when he'd left to come to Magic Horizons.
Wyl braced himself for the two or three that he knew would leap on his and start tearing at his hair - he was glad for once that he'd cut it - and robes. What he didn't expect was the whole lot. With excited scrabbling and noises of absolute delight, they tugged madly at the hems on his robes, his hair, even the loose ends of SpelloTape on his glasses. He panicked for a moment, realising that if he lost his glasses, then he'd lost to the pixies.
With a roar, Wyl leaped up and managed to shake half of them off, most of them hitting the floor and sitting there, stunned temporarily. Wyl tried to wriggle out of the grasp of them, to little avail. He decided on a different approach, and bolted the length of the Hall, skidded roughly around the tables then repeated the maze he was creating for himself.
As he rounded the Slytherin table for the first time, he raised his wand and shouted -
"Accio books!" A cupboard to the side of the hall in front of the Hufflepuff table split open and several books fell out, most landing on their spines and springing open. The pixies were beside themselves. Some of the ones Wyl had left by the Gryffindor table flew over to the open books and began to shred the pages, but most stayed firmly attatched to Wyl, even with robes flying wildly out behind him. Wyl tried to come up with another spell as he raced around the hall, covered in little blue pixies. Another problem presented itself now, however, as he neared the Hufflepuff table.
How was he going to get past these little blighters as he bolted around the Hufflepuff table?
He instinctively answered his own question. Instead of going around the table, he leaped up onto it and charged along it. Behind him was a cloud of electirc blue - the pixies must've finished tearing the books to shreds. To his surprise, a spell that he might find somewhat useful appeared in his head and he spun awkwardly on the table, aiming his wand.
"IMPEDIMENTA!" He bellowed. "IMPEDIMENTA! IMPEDIMENTA!" To his shock, seven or eight of the pixies chasing him actually froze in mid air. Feeling a renewed sense of confidence, it was nearly shattered when one chewing at his collar tried to poke him in the eye.
"Ow!" He leaped off the Hufflepuff table and racked his brains madly for another spell, jogging backwards.
"Er - Pertrificus Totalus!" A few more froze in mid-flight.
"Locomotor Mortis!" This didn't have much effect on the pixies considering most were in the air. "Um...umm..oh come on Wyl, think, umm...Protego!" The shield charm repelled the pixies that were still somehow clinging to his robes. Slowing now, and keeping the shield in place, his back hit the wall. Wyl thought frantically for another spell to keep them still for a while, just so he could regroup.
"Er..." The pixies hovered in front of the shield hitting it with their heads repeatedly. He watched them as he gasped his breath back, and was still breathing hard, when he noticed his shield seemed to be moving with every head butt. To his dismay, his shield was getting weaker. He thought madly now, he really had no desire to be attacked by rampaging pixies again.
"Er...er...another spell...come on, where's my Hermione books when you need them?" He hissed angrily. The spell danced tantilisgingly on the tip of his tongue, and he began to panic a little as his shield got thinner and thinner.
"Oh no, come on Wyl, think of something," He hissed to himself. Then, his shield collapsed, and the pixies prepared for their charge, when Wyl raised his wand, more out of hope then anything and roared -
"IMMOBULUS!" The pixies froze. Wyl could not believe it.
"It actually worked?" He asked, more shocked then he'd possibly ever been. The cocky streak in him demanded that he go up to the pixies and walk through them, but his more sensible side that was telling him to keep his distance and keep looking for the prize prevailed. Then a little voice in his head pointed out how torn and tattered his robes were. Wyl looked down and quietly admired thier work.
"Well I must say, you certainly don't do things by halves," He told them, and examined the shreds of robes. "It's better than anything I could've done,"
With that, Wyl pushed his glasses up his nose, then resumed his search for the little prize with the purple wax seal.
It was surprisingly empty, he had expected it to be nearly full with students - after all, it was just after lunchtime. Wondering what could be happening, he fumbled in his pockets for his wand, then pushed his glasses a little higher up his nose. Prowling down the aisles in between the house tables, Wyl's eyes scanned the area in front of him for the magical obstacle that he was expecting to pop up at any moment.
A swish of the air behind him made him turn quickly, the sunlight he abruptly turned into making him temporarily blind. He blinked his eyes hard, trying to retain some of his vision when he heard a delighted chuckle off to his right. The stars had cleared from his eyes and he turned slowly, then stared increduolously at the little creature sitting innocently on the table.
It was small and electric blue, with big black eyes that anyone could've easily melted into. Wyl let his guard drop, and stupidly his wand as he approached the little pixie.
"What are you?" He asked it, still surprised at its sudden appearance.
"Cornish Pixie!" It replied with glee, and leaped up, doing a strange, warped dance on the table top. Wyl decided to hold his laughter and his applause until the end, and was just about to raise his hands to clap them, when roughly twenty others leaped onto the table top. Their eyes, however, were no longer big and innocent. If Wyl didn't know any better, he would say that those eyes belonged to someone of great evil and maker of chaos.
As soon as that thought crossed his mind, Wyl's eyes widened and he moved quickly, leaping over the Gryffindor table backwards, to escape from the twenty pixies that had taken their cue from him and leapt forward to attack. Wyl wished he'd actually read some of his mother's old Gilderoy Lockhart books. He actually preferred the series written by Hermione Granger, although he never managed to finish the ridiculously thick books. In fact, he'd just finished the chapter on Hinky Punks and was about to start on Cornish Pixies when he'd left to come to Magic Horizons.
Wyl braced himself for the two or three that he knew would leap on his and start tearing at his hair - he was glad for once that he'd cut it - and robes. What he didn't expect was the whole lot. With excited scrabbling and noises of absolute delight, they tugged madly at the hems on his robes, his hair, even the loose ends of SpelloTape on his glasses. He panicked for a moment, realising that if he lost his glasses, then he'd lost to the pixies.
With a roar, Wyl leaped up and managed to shake half of them off, most of them hitting the floor and sitting there, stunned temporarily. Wyl tried to wriggle out of the grasp of them, to little avail. He decided on a different approach, and bolted the length of the Hall, skidded roughly around the tables then repeated the maze he was creating for himself.
As he rounded the Slytherin table for the first time, he raised his wand and shouted -
"Accio books!" A cupboard to the side of the hall in front of the Hufflepuff table split open and several books fell out, most landing on their spines and springing open. The pixies were beside themselves. Some of the ones Wyl had left by the Gryffindor table flew over to the open books and began to shred the pages, but most stayed firmly attatched to Wyl, even with robes flying wildly out behind him. Wyl tried to come up with another spell as he raced around the hall, covered in little blue pixies. Another problem presented itself now, however, as he neared the Hufflepuff table.
How was he going to get past these little blighters as he bolted around the Hufflepuff table?
He instinctively answered his own question. Instead of going around the table, he leaped up onto it and charged along it. Behind him was a cloud of electirc blue - the pixies must've finished tearing the books to shreds. To his surprise, a spell that he might find somewhat useful appeared in his head and he spun awkwardly on the table, aiming his wand.
"IMPEDIMENTA!" He bellowed. "IMPEDIMENTA! IMPEDIMENTA!" To his shock, seven or eight of the pixies chasing him actually froze in mid air. Feeling a renewed sense of confidence, it was nearly shattered when one chewing at his collar tried to poke him in the eye.
"Ow!" He leaped off the Hufflepuff table and racked his brains madly for another spell, jogging backwards.
"Er - Pertrificus Totalus!" A few more froze in mid-flight.
"Locomotor Mortis!" This didn't have much effect on the pixies considering most were in the air. "Um...umm..oh come on Wyl, think, umm...Protego!" The shield charm repelled the pixies that were still somehow clinging to his robes. Slowing now, and keeping the shield in place, his back hit the wall. Wyl thought frantically for another spell to keep them still for a while, just so he could regroup.
"Er..." The pixies hovered in front of the shield hitting it with their heads repeatedly. He watched them as he gasped his breath back, and was still breathing hard, when he noticed his shield seemed to be moving with every head butt. To his dismay, his shield was getting weaker. He thought madly now, he really had no desire to be attacked by rampaging pixies again.
"Er...er...another spell...come on, where's my Hermione books when you need them?" He hissed angrily. The spell danced tantilisgingly on the tip of his tongue, and he began to panic a little as his shield got thinner and thinner.
"Oh no, come on Wyl, think of something," He hissed to himself. Then, his shield collapsed, and the pixies prepared for their charge, when Wyl raised his wand, more out of hope then anything and roared -
"IMMOBULUS!" The pixies froze. Wyl could not believe it.
"It actually worked?" He asked, more shocked then he'd possibly ever been. The cocky streak in him demanded that he go up to the pixies and walk through them, but his more sensible side that was telling him to keep his distance and keep looking for the prize prevailed. Then a little voice in his head pointed out how torn and tattered his robes were. Wyl looked down and quietly admired thier work.
"Well I must say, you certainly don't do things by halves," He told them, and examined the shreds of robes. "It's better than anything I could've done,"
With that, Wyl pushed his glasses up his nose, then resumed his search for the little prize with the purple wax seal.
