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Post by MAEVE THORNE on May 29, 2024 16:28:17 GMT -5
A noncommittal smile was the only response Maeve was willing to give when Levi mentioned the Hilfiger patriarch. She couldn't tell how attached the fifth-year was to his father, and therefore refrained from making any comments. The man was hurting someone she considered to be her friend; despite the purported 'educational purposes' of such exercise, she could not think of it without a considerable amount of annoyance. Thus, meeting Levi's father was currently an undesirable prospect for Maeve - even though she might have to, eventually, given how small the wizarding part of Britain was. Her own father probably knew him, since Pureblood circles were notably interconnected. Perhaps she should seek more information about the Hilfigers, to prepare herself for the potentially unpleasant encounter.
"It seems apparent that Thalia has no hesitation to attack another wizard."
The words made Maeve chuckle. It sounded almost judgmental, even though their little group's usual activities involved harming each other in various ways. "Yes, but that might simply be because the wizard in question seems to have offended her." Nevertheless, Levi's offer had undeniable merit. The newbie would have to use Dark spells against others eventually, so why not start now? A twelve-year-old couldn't inflict a deep wound with this curse, either. This would bypass a few of the club's rules, but those were always intended to be situational. "Very well, if you're indeed willing to suffer to help her learn. We can offer that to her after the duel... if she's still standing."
Finally giving in to the growing interest, she turned to look at the trio. All of them now looked a little worse for wear, but there weren't any notable injuries yet. Meredith would require some healing for what seemed to be the result of a Stinging Hex. Most older members of the group had already experienced that type of sore during their practice - it was irritatingly painful but not serious. Being hit only seemed to increase the girl's combat prowess, although she did appear to lose control of her Metamorphmagus ability in exchange. Burke was going for some sly strategy with the way she positioned herself so far away from her ally. It wasn't standard dueling tactics, and as the Dueling Club leader, Maeve should have been upset to see it. However, real-life dueling rarely involved standing on a narrow stage - trying to attack an enemy from two sides was smart. Julian wasn't so easily defeated, though - he was deflecting most of the spells... but not all. The shower of splinters left him noticeably injured. The redhead frowned as she took in the damage, uncertain if it could all be healed with simple spells. Admirably, the fourth-year ignored the pain and deflected another spell. Would he be able to keep this up for much longer? If he could only disarm one of the girls--
A shrill scream yanked her attention away from the fight. Maeve spun around and felt her heart drop to the pit of her stomach. She had never witnessed such terrible curse-like symptoms in person; the girl's skin was webbed with black lines, and they were still spreading. Did some stray spell hit her? But none of the curses they were learning could do anything like this... Her gaze moved past the first-year and to the steaming cauldron. Olivia had been brewing something at the start of the meeting, but didn't she turn the stove off before coming to learn the new spell?
Maeve moved swiftly to the potioneering area, past the collapsed first-year. Unless Olivia had been witless enough to taste whatever potion she had brewed, the effects she was suffering from must have been caused by the steam. Others could inhale it if they got too close. Her first impulse was to simply make it disappear, but she halted before uttering the first syllable of the Vanishing Spell. When healing poison-induced trauma, being aware of what exactly the poison contained was often paramount. Professor Cassowary had been emphasising that when he taught his N.E.W.T. students about Golpalott's Third Law and its use in reverse-engineering various potions. Hence, her lips formed a different incantation. "Glacius."
The cooling blast of air froze the steam and rendered the potion lukewarm. Could she analyse the contents of the cauldron here and come up with an antidote? Her eyes darted to the unconscious girl. No, it would take too long. There was no telling if she would succeed, either - whatever Olivia had been brewing seemed to have gone wrong, judging by the state of the cauldron. It looked to be melted and deformed at the bottom, which meant some of its metal could be mixed into the brew.
Locating an empty phial and a ladle, Maeve took a sample of the dark red liquid. "We have to take her to the Hospital Wing," she stated, feeling the icy tendrils of fear entwine her. There was no other option, unless they wanted to risk the child's death. The seventh-year waved her wand toward a chair, Transfiguring it into a simple stretcher. They could levitate the girl by her clothes, but that would mean transporting her in an awkward position. "Just me and Julian." It wouldn't do for all of them to show up at the hospital. To have as much control over the situation as possible, she would have preferred to take Olivia alone... but she knew there was no chance of keeping Julian away.
Post by JULIAN MULCIBER on May 31, 2024 23:31:05 GMT -5
The scream coming from somewhere behind him wiped the smirk of admiration from Julian's face, his arm still in motion flowing downwards to cast his protego charm, feeling the residual shockwave of energy pulse through his shield as her hex collided with it. Julian recognised the voice, and therefore the owner of such a sound, his eyes widening as he turned his head, forgoing his acute attention to the current duel against all of his instincts. His eyes found Olivia quickly as she steadied herself on a table a distance away, body swaying slightly as though faint. He continued to turn his body, revealing his back to his opposing duellists as time seemed to slow - a shiver running down his spine at the act. If they were at all laggard to react to the scream - he might get hit by an oncoming spell - though his own safety was currently the least of his concerns.
His eyes swiftly found the source of her horror as another scream pierced his ears. Black vines were traversing her skin, spreading like fiendfyre up the exposed flesh on hers arms, up her neck above her collar and creeping across her face. Julian froze, heart suddenly in his stomach at the sight of his cousins evident fear. No. He could feel his own fear like a lead weight in his chest, coldness enveloping him, dosing the fires of his rage as it spread down to his fingers, overtaking all other emotion.
Not again.
Olivia wavered in her stance, and Julian watched her collapse to the ground, the impact jolting him into immediate action - heart about to explode in his chest - legs sprinting him across the room, all else fading into black. He leapt deftly over the remaining parts of Burke's chair, focus on his cousin as she weakly dragged herself in his direction - his mind screaming: no, no, NO-! He didn't understand why this was happening to him all over again: an image of his mother lying dying in her bed flashing through his mind as he struggled to contain the numbness that was quickly attempting to take over; an emotional defence to protect himself from experiencing more pain. Julian forced the image from his mind, shoving it aside angrily. He had just come to accept this new family member into his circle, just begun to bond with her - they had only had such little time--
--He slid the last few feet to her on his knees, the inertia from his sprint bringing him right before her - hands reaching out immediately - though hesitating, hovering over her lifeless form, trembling. He could not withstand physical touch - his deep-rooted hatred for it causing him some inner turmoil for a fraction of a second before taking a shaky breath and brushing a gentle hand across her cheek to push back her hair, feeling the risen black veins across her skin. He ignored them, lowering his hand to just below her nose, heart pounding painfully in his chest... He felt a weak breath on his skin, and Julian released a shuddering breath of relief. She was alive. Barely.
He pulled back his hand, swallowing, hearing Thorne speaking, but her voice sounded muffled - so far away. All he was concerned about was Olivia - everyone else in the room be damned. He would not lose another member of his family because of caution. With his adrenaline at an all-time high, Julian steeled his repulsion, replacing his wand into its holster at his waist, then sliding his hands underneath his cousins knees and upper back. He pulled her towards him and up against his chest, wincing only minimally as her weight fell onto the needles of wood still impacting his skin. He inhaled deeply, hearing his name spoken, though as his mind was still fighting his fear it took him a moment to catch up.
Hospital wing.
He had not noticed the makeshift stretcher expertly transfigured by Thorne - though anyone was going to have to kill him to remove his cousin from his grasp now. Julian pulled himself up to a standing position with a slight groan, cradling Olivia against him. She was as lighter than he expected, and she felt so fragile in this state. He dared not chance another look down at her though, frightened his strength may waver if her condition worsened. Julian turned to the group, steadying his voice, "there is no time," he was already moving toward the entryway, certain that the other Founders were more than capable of escorting everyone out of the room and to safety immediately. He was not certain what would transpire now that they required adult intervention, but the last thing they needed was for everyone to remain together. They would be required to scatter.
Post by THALIA BURKE on Jun 4, 2024 9:32:43 GMT -5
Hurting the fourth-year had been Thalia's goal, but she hadn't expected to achieve it in such a brutish fashion. The bleeding cuts, along with the wooden splinters stuck in his skin, made for a jarring sight. She had never injured anyone to such an extent, not even in the most heated duel. He did cast that Reductor Curse, though, so it was his own fault... somewhat.
The second-year could feel her anger slipping away from her now that the goal was so overachieved, but Mulciber seemed willing to continue the fight. He deflected her hex, and she was certain he was about to resume casting spells. There was not enough malice left in her to produce another nasty spell, but she could try to disarm him - he couldn't duel if he lost his wand. "Expelliarmus--!"
A scream came somewhere from the side just as she was beginning to enunciate the incantation. She saw her opponent's expression change - there was fear now, though completely unrelated to the duel. Raising her wand upward at the last moment, she directed the scarlet jet of light into a wall above Mulciber. His horrified eyes had already located the source of the scream; Thalia followed them and found herself frozen in place at the sight that met her. What had happened to Olivia? The first-year was fine just a few minutes ago, even offering her opinion about the fairness of the duel. Now she looked like there was black ink spilled all over her - but under her skin rather than on top of it. Thalia had little experience with Dark magic, but this looked bad.
It all seemed to happen in a flash. The older students had already come to a decision while Thalia was still gaping at her collapsed housemate. They were gone before she could react to any of their words. Not that she would have protested - going to the Hospital Wing with them hadn't even occurred to her.
When the heavy door swung shut behind the Head Girl, Thalia finally awoke from her trance. She glanced at the Ravenclaw boy warily, since now he was the only remaining authority figure here. What were they going to do next? Were they supposed to stay here and wait for an update on Olivia's health? Should they disperse as quickly as possible?
Her gaze moved to Meredith, and she suddenly remembered that her friend was hurt, too. "How is your arm?" she asked, a barely noticeable tremor in her voice. "Can you heal her?" The question was directed at Hilfiger. How did one go about healing the effects of a Stinging Hex? They couldn't go to the Hospital Wing now, it would betray all of them - and the Healer would be busy with Olivia, anyway.
Post by LEVI HILFIGER on Jun 4, 2024 9:57:55 GMT -5
" I'm sure it was just a simple misunderstanding. " He responded still hearing the back and forth of spells in the background as he tensed himself from the itch to join in. There was something so exhilarating about duelling that really got the gears rolling for Levi. Perhaps it was the fact that he enjoyed using magic regardless of the type though he did favourably prefer to use magic through a wand rather than a potion. To take his mind off the duel, he focused his situational awareness on the conversation he was having with Maeve.
" Eventually, we're all going to go down the path of one day using it on someone. " He shared wondering if Maeve had understood his traumatic lifestyle back home. " My father for example. " He added allowing Maeve into his personal circle of trust. A circle so small that only Julian was the other person involved however, he had trusted Maeve wholeheartedly. She may of been more mature and wise in comparison to Levi however there was something about her that Levi could just trust. " May as well start now then. ' He suggested shrugging his shoulders. Levi was not afraid of pain anymore, his pain tolerance had built up having to practise dark arts in his personal time with his father or rather put, be the test victim of the dark arts.
A scream shrieked so loudly and potently powerful that it gave flash back memories of the time his father had cursed him to allow him to understand the effects of dark curses. He ran over to the scene to find Olivia covered in the exact same dark webbing he had studied and heard about. The only thing different here was just how dark the webbing was all over the body to what he had been told and studied of. Maeve's quick thinking and use of the Glacius spell prevented more of the fumes from spreading into the other members.
The realisation that someone could get hurt was always thought about in their meetings however, most of the older students were experienced enough to be capable of conjuring a healing potion, a spell or something however this was not the case this time. His eyes observed as Maeve took a sample of the dark red liquid before he took his own wand out and cast a protection charm around the disfigured cauldron. " No one is to get near this until it is safe to do so. Understood? " The so called leaders were not only in damage control but also protection mode. He gave one last nod over to Maeve as he watched her, Julian and Olivia head out seemingly concerned as much as he was of the implications this could cause should they be debunked.
He knew that Maeve would of come up with something really quickly to address what had happened. Some fabricated story resulting in an injury of sorts or who knows really. With the two gone, Levi was left to deal with the aftermath of what had happened. " No one is to speak of this. " He stated as he walked over to Meredith. It was a given fact that the secrecy of what they were doing be their upmost priority. Levi scanned Meredith's arm before he drew his wand and pointed it at her arm. The arm looked as if it had some form of chaotic allergic reaction or multiple and painful looking bee stings.
A white light emerged from the tip of his wand along with the incantation a healing charm which lasted for a few seconds before he pulled his wand away. " No one is to leave until it is safe to do so. " Even with the mirrors in place, Levi knew that seeing two students and a levitating stretcher coming from the same level as the room of requirement would create interest and suspicions around the area. " Meredith, how is your arm now? " While his healing charm may of worked, he knew that another potion was required to complete the healing stage and the hospital wing was not the place to be right now.
Post by MEREDITH MORGAN FAY on Jun 11, 2024 20:31:10 GMT -5
It all happened so fast, Meredith barely had a moment to process what was happening. She had been on the verge of casting another curse towards Julian, happy to see they were wearing him down, when the blood chilling scream had given her pause, drawing her attention to the collapsed first year. Her pale skin was marred with black veins, stretching over her limbs and up on her face. Meredith had never seen such a thing, and while horrified at the sight, she was also fascinated by the possible cause.
Of course there was no time for much investigation into the cause as Julian and Maeve quickly scooped her up and headed out of the room. The area surrounding the melted cauldron was promptly sealed off, essentially limiting any access to the solution. While Meredith had no interest in getting too close, hoping to avoid a similar fate, she couldn’t help the curiosity prickling at the back of her mind, staring off towards the area in a daze. What potion could have caused such a reaction? Had the girl somehow ingested the potion by mistake? Why had she been brewing it in the first place?
She was only brought back to the present moment by the voice of her friend, asking about the mark on her arm. Quickly shaking off her momentary shock, she looked back to Thalia with a wince of pain, as if the mention of the burn had brought it back to her attention. “Nah, it’s fine,” she hissed through gritted teeth, exaggerating the pain while pretending to put on a brave face. It did sting and was not pleasant, but Meredith also enjoyed the attention brought about by the injury, hoping to milk it for all it was worth.
She stifled an eye roll as Levi instructed the two remaining students to remain in the room, and avoid approaching the infected cauldron, choosing to simply nod in response. As if those instructions were actually needed, particularly when there were more important matters at hand, notably her arm. She thanked Levi as he finally approached them, healing the wound. It was most of the way healed, the pain diminishing considerably, although there was still a visible mark left on her skin. “It’s better. Will it leave a scar?” She wouldn’t mind the scar, in fact she relished the idea of the attention it would bring, although she did worry it may draw too much attention to the club if it were noticed by the wrong people.
Post by THALIA BURKE on Jun 13, 2024 12:35:23 GMT -5
Thalia didn't usually accept being bossed around by anyone who wasn't an adult, but she didn't have enough energy left to so much as scoff. He was the only leader of this club left here, now that Mulciber and Thorne rushed out - it was only natural for him to try asserting dominance. Even if what he was saying sounded quite obvious. She had no desire to approach the misshapen cauldron and the hazardous stuff it held. Telling anyone about what occurred here didn't even cross her mind, and even if she wanted to do such a foolish thing, the Tongue-Tying curse would probably intervene. Leaving right after half the club attendees had just rushed out wasn't on her to-do list, either - someone might have seen them, and she didn't wish to be associated with whatever happened to the poor first-year. Still, she nodded in response to each of his orders, her distracted gaze still on Meredith's arm.
It seemed best to focus on the smaller issues for now. "Spare robes. We need to change into them before we leave," she reminded everyone dazedly, thinking of how all three members who had departed in such a hurry still wore the clothes they had practiced at least one Dark curse in. Would that be enough to leave traces an experienced witch or wizard could notice? And what of Julian's injuries, the wood splinters in his skin that would certainly be spotted by the Healer? This one accident could have already spelled the end of their covert activities.