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[Wolfsabre]

(Aren't they helping jax and connor?)

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[ yep, but i'm having a case of writers block and have no muse at the current moment so i don't know what to put, wait no i can get something up for Jace in just a second. ]

[Jenjo]

c l a r a
hufflepuff // metamorphmagus // tagged - titanus, dimitri, teddy, jaina
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The blush that had faded from Clara's cheeks flared up again as Titus spoke. She couldn't help it, to her despair. Still, she kept her gaze averted, trying to focus on the man - Dimitri, his name apparently was. The mocking tone in Titus's voice rang in her ears, and she desperately wanted to flee and hide somewhere, because he was bad, bad news - wait. Mother dearest would not approve of a sly, naughty little Slytherin boy. Sure, she only saw her mother over the holidays and she didn't even live with her anymore, but it always felt excellent making her flail in dismay at how awful her only daughter had turned out. That idea seemed to make Clara completely forget about the fact that Titus had used an Unforgivable Curse. Her jaw dropped as the girl, Jaina, shifted into a white wolf. She was an animagus? Surely she was not registered? Clara was about to question this when she felt something brush and then clasp her hand. Immediately, she recognized the coolness to be Titus's hand - seriously, he was way beyond her comfort zone, and he'd long burst her personal bubble. But the idea of her mother disapproving of him made her smirk slightly. His hand locked with hers, and before she could protest, he was literally dragging her down the narrow hallway. He spoke and she could hear that faint Australlian accent coming through - his voice was much nicer without the false English accent, she thought. No! She didn't think that at all! His voice was normal, acceptable, fine, damn fine, utterly beautiful, but she refused to admit it. When he paused outside a compartment, she muttered, "And for the record, I wasn't even blushing." Clara clutched her wand in her hand, her other being clutched too tightly by Titus to wriggle free. It appeared that many students must have escaped - probably teachers apparated them off the scene or something. "Babe, you're gonna break my hand, seriously." she said a little louder, the words escaping her lips before she could stop them. "You scared or something?" she taunted, using that mocking tone that he had used with her previously.

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Griffindor | Crush- Christian | Seeker | Werewolf
Rae
Location; Hogwarts Express | With; Christian|Taggs; Christian

The warm touch of someone holding her shoulders seemed so utterly far away, a commanding voice telling her to sit came through her swimming thoughts. "I don't need to sit I'm fine, just hit my head earlier. I doubt Teddy would have let any of us leave if we where hurt..." She muttered, but Teddy had been more focused on Victorie but she wasn't going to show weakness infront of Christian. She tried to take a sepp forward but stumbled back and landed on her butt. "Okay now I guess I'm sitting." She laughed at herself, she was officaly loosing it. She closed her eyes trying to make the spinning stop, at least it was slowing down. Or was it going so fast she couldn't tell anymore. "So are you going to just ditch me?" She asked, she hid the pain from her voice though if he heard it he would most likley think she was in pain. But the pain would have not been from her injury but from her feelings, she had been crushing on the boy who was seeing her make a fool of herself. She wanted to cry and hadn't realized that a few tears had fallen onto her cheeks. Merlin! I'm so bloody weak!! She thought opening her blue eyes. No one, no one was to ever see her cry, Rae didn't even cry in front of Zero. The only problem being she couldn't stop. "Jeez i hate myself.." She whispered not looking in Christians direction. She wiped at the tears, the spining had become a lot slower so she decided to get to her feet. She stumbled but staid on her feet this time, "We should be getting out of here." Her tears had stopped and where begging to dry up on her face, her expressions were now masked. He probably thinks your weak now... A voice whispered in the back of her mind, the silent tears trailed down her cheeks once again.

Griffindor | Crush- open | Beater | Head Boy
Jace
Location; Hogwarts Express | With; ....|Taggs; Jaxon

Jace in truth did not want to help but how else was he going to get out without helping? "Sure thing." He said in a calm voice as he climbed closer to Conner. He noticed a boy with blonde curls walk up to the other side of Conner to help. Jace Malfoy was not a cruel and hateful person, no but he was rude and arrogent. He didn't help to much with the heavy lifting, he left that to the other boy as they both lifted Conner up to Jaxon. "You got him?" Jace asked before letting go and climbing out himself. A determined look crossed the seventeen year olds face as he climbed out of the trian, he was going to find Teddy and figure out what the hell he did. Clenching a fist at his sides he turned back to Jaxon and noticed the blonde boy had climbed out of the train. It was the Hufflepuff Zero.

Hufflepuff | Prefect | Crush-open | Keeper-Team Caption
Zero
Location; Hogwarts Express| With; ...... | Taggs; Jaxon

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[ posted it twice. ]

[Ladylewind]

John Phillips, Hufflepuff, 6th year / Hogwarts' Express / With: Ana
A scream was heard, one of pain. "You two, keep going." He smiled at them before darting back, searching compartments for the source of the sound. The compartments he passed seemed to be empty. He kept is wand read, his little owl following after him until he motioned for her to fly outside. With that, Kara made her way out, waiting for him. Finally, he spotted someone, a girl with a shard of glass sticking from her shoulder. He dropped into the compartment, "Hold on, I'll get that out." The girl was Ana, he recognized her now. He gripped the glass, not waiting for consent and tightened on it, cutting his palm as he pulled it from her. He gave her an apologetic smile, knowing it head hurt. The wound could bleed freely, now. he pressed his palm on it, stopping the blood flow as much as he could.

[huskybaer.]

titanus reed vanguard | 17 | slytherin | year 7
tagged : jenjie with clara

titus led her away. the compartments in the cars so far seemed to be all empty. most everyone was smart enough to get away. but there might be a few who either cant, dont want to, or are just to scared to try and make a get away. a smirk came to his face as she spoke about not blushing. not blushing his rear end. "pfft. what ever. you were totally blushing. ADMIT IT." turning his head to face her, he winked. he laughed out loud. "babe? ha. sorry. i didn't realize it. excuse me if i have a strong grip. yanno. these muscles dont work themselves." chuckling he flexed before walking on. his grip loosened quite a bit to her request. hearing her ask about him being scared, he made a little pshh sound. "actually. a bit, yeah.." he really didnt want to explain, so to make her shut up and discontinue talking, he kissed her lightly. just brushing her lips. "just shut up now. there may be witchers about. and you talk to much." chuckling, he went on as if it never happened. things like that he was always very nonchalant with. as they moved to the next car he herd a brief yelp. it sounded like a girl in pain. "come on lets go." he released her hand completely and crawled into the car. the girl who had seemed to be in pain was Anastasia Taylor. she was a fellow slytherin, and a year below himself. "dearie me ana, what have you got yourself into!" he frowned in dismay. another boy joined them. who was he? hmm? titus did not know. "hey now. careful." he glared in johns direction. looking to clara, for some help.

||| eh eh eh eh...*imagine that as an eviiill laugh*
i should be working on commissions ahaha.

[Ladylewind]

John Phillips, Hufflepuff, 6th year / Hogwarts' Express / With: Ana, Titus, Clara
John kept his hand on Ana's wound, his own palm stinging. He ignored the pain in his hand, "I was doing what needed to be done. There's some in her foot as well. It's going to hurt no matter how you get it out so, best to do it quick as you can." The boy was a Slytherin, Titus. John recognized him from passing by him in the halls. It was odd, no one outside John's house really ever seemed to remember him but, he always remembered them. Behind Titus was someone he definitely recognized, a member of his own house, Clara. He gave her a small smile, "Hey, Clara." His mind wasn't really on her, though, it was on Ana's wounds. "We need to seal her wounds, quickly. This shoulder one is bad." His own head was crusted with blood coming from the gash above his right eye, it seemed to have stopped bleeding, though. "If either of you can do a healing spell, now would be great."

[Jenjo]

c l a r a
hufflepuff // metamorphmagus // tagged - titanus liferuiner, john, ana literal liferuiner
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He was so annoyingly cocky, and so utterly forward. In response, Clara scoffed, about to say 'what muscles?' when she glanced at his arm and stubbornly realized that his comment was at least partially true. She averted her gaze, feeling that stupid blush start to creep its way back up along her cheeks. Upon Titus admitting being scared, she was about to taunt him, even though she herself was terrified. Turning to look at him, about to speak, she was immediately stopped by his lips brushing hers. Backing away swiftly, she raised her eyebrows, trying to ignore the pink flush over her cheeks. "Whoa there, buckaroo." And yet, he seemed almost nonchalant, as if he went about kissing random girls all the time. In fact, she was quite sure that he probably did. She was about to protest when he told her that she talked too much - stubbornness stopped her from giving a reply. Tailing after him down the hallway, she paused outside a compartment that appeared to have another Slytherin and a familiar Hufflepuff inside. The Slytherin was Anastasia Taylor, also known as the blondie who hated her guts for a variety of reasons; the Hufflepuff was John, a boy she knew and had talked to before on several occasions in the common room and the corridors. Plus, he liked Care of Magical Creatures, and even wanted to teach it somebody - so yeah, she liked him. She returned his smile, and peered down at the liferuining blonde with glass giving her severe bother. As Titus released his grip on her hand, she hesitantly approached the Slytherin girl and sharply pulled out the glass protuding from her foot. As soon as the wound was exposed, Clara pointed her wand at it and muttered the healing spell that she'd used on Titus earlier. The skin seemed to stitch itself slowly together, leaving behind a continual drip of the blood it had bled. Turning her attention to the wound on Anastasia's shoulder, she repeated the process and blinked indifferently. She knew that this girl hated Hufflepuffs, and Gryffindors, and she was wary about her. Her gaze turned to John, who had a drying wound over his forehead. "Here, lemme get that for you." she murmured, using her wand to conjure enough water to wash the dry blood away. Once again, she murmured the spell, and the wound began to heal itself. "Anastasia," she said, still looking at John, trying to focus her attention on the only person in the room who she actually liked and didn't have negative or conflicting feelings about, "Can you walk? We should leave. There are still Witchers about. Doesn't matter if you can't walk anyway, Titanus here has plenty of muscle to carry you, apparently."

[Wolfsabre]

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location: on the Hogwarts Express -|- with: Connor, Jace, John-|- tags: Jaina, Connor, Jace and Corey

"Yeah," Jax lied, grabbing Connor's underarms, being very careful as he lifted him up onto the top of the train, and laid him out on the metal. A rubbery, metallic scent hit Jax's nose and he glanced over at teh wheels of the train which were smoking. He took the moment to glance around, and the sight took his breath. The train was in pieces, having disconnected after being thrown violently off its tracks, and he could see people limping away, some only to be shot down by the Muggles behind them. But...there was something odd about their guns. They weren't bullets, it was more energy...electrocuting them to death? He heard a shuddering breath from Connor and the boy opened his eyes, allowing Jax to finally breathe. "Hi," Jax said with a smile while Connor opened his mouth, obviously confused. "Uh...hey. What...?" "Don't ask," Jax said with a roll of his eyes as he stood up, helping Connor to his feet. He moved over to allow Jace some more room and he looked over the landscape. People were being slaughtered...he was about to go down and help when he heard a first year shout, "Dragons!" Immediately, the boy ducked to his feet, accidentally bringing Connor down with him and the blonde boy smacked his jaw against the train while Jax gave him an apologetic look. "Not dragons," Connor muttered, rubbing his jaw as he sat up. "The professors." Jax frowned and looked up, and Connor was right. Riding on the enchanted carriages, flinging spells at the Witchers and beginning to drive them away.[/color]

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location: on the hogwarts express -|- with: Clara -|- tags: clara

"Are you sure?" Christian asked, not entirely convinced. Not that he cared, he just didn't want to drag her unconscious butt around. Or at least, that's what he wanted himself to believe. But he couldn't deny that he felt like he wanted to jump and catch her as she slid down the wall onto her rump from exhaustion. He shook his head. "Totally fine? Right, you liar." He leaned against the wall, looking down at her and his hand tightly clutched his wand as he glanced up and down the all before down at her. He frowned when she suggested him leaving her and he shook his head. "And walk around this living hell? Doubtful. You're stuck with me." There was something about her voice...at first he figured it was just her getting tired and weak, but he heard a shakyness, and he frowned, bending over a little so that he could see her face and his brows raised as he saw the puffy readness of her eyes, a telltale sign that she was obviously crying...why? Was she hurt? Her crying made him nervous...should he hug her? No. He frowned, nudging her gently with his boot and motioned for her to get up. "Come on. You're a sitting duck. Cry when we get outside," and he offered his hand to her. He would do at least that much.

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location: Kings Cross Station -|- with: Rae, Victoire, Zero -|- tags: Rae, Victoire, Zero

Dimitri looked over at the girl with a blank face and he shrugged, expressing to her that he didn't care what she did, but inside he was fuming. Damn that girl. He could take out more without her interfering. Dimitri fought like a chess board, each death leading up to another Witcher's demise. With her getting in the way, it would interrupt his plotting and he would have to draw a new map as to how he is going to win the fight. And also, she's a student. As a professor of Hogwarts, it was his duty to keep the students safe. Did it count if they were idiots however, that was the question Dimitri wanted to ask. He heard a rustle behind him and he ducked, a blade flashing above his head and he whirled around, kneeing the man in the crotch and he let go of the knife, which Dimitri swiftly caught and impaled into his neck as he fell beside him. A man rushing him from his left and Dimitri pulled the knife from the man's neck and chucked it, the blade twirling several times before lodging itself in a Witcher's forehead. The next unlucky victim was right in front of him, and Dimitry grasped his staff tightly, jerking the weapon towards a Witcher and the Witcher turned around to protect its face. Perfect. Dimitri then put the staff in front of the man's throat and pulled the Witcher against him, cutting off his air stream while he kicked uselessly. Once he was weaker, Dimitri then snapped the staff to the right, and there was a sickening crack as the Witcher fell to the ground, limp.