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| Julian Kahn | Sep 19 2007, 04:03:20 AM Post #1 |
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Julian ran along the first floor corridors, putting as much distance between himself and the classroom as possible. He suddenly stopped and keeled over, clutching hit stomach. He coughed a few times until he stumbled over to a nearby bathroom and threw up in the toilet. He stayed there for a few minutes, washing his mouth and face in the basin before racin gout again and into the Unused Classroom on the Ground Floor. The classroom had piles of desks stacked nearly agaisnt the wall, a disused blackboard and teacher's desk near the front. He sat on the large, wooden desk, crossing his legs, before placing his head in his hands. Why! Why? WHY?!? What is happening to me?!? A year earlier he had been a pure blood and proud of it. He treated others as they deserved to be treated depending on their blood heritage. Yet now he had changed; he was weaker, more patheitic. He had gone against the one principle he had been raised to hold as core. Though he had only done so once the memory of it made him feel terrible. Yet as he sat hating himself the image of Natalie shimmered back into the forefront of his mind. He liked her - and because of it he hated himself. With his head still in his hands, a single tear escaped his eye, trickling down his face... |
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| Abaddon Delitrous | Sep 19 2007, 05:55:55 PM Post #2 |
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OOC: Uh... hopefully this isn't part of a plot or something. If it is, I will edit out. Otherwise... I'm coming. BIC: Abaddon was beginning to think that he was going on a wild goose chase for the bug went all over the place. It was first into the bathroom on the same floor, and then it went downstairs and the frolicked around. It was getting troublesome, and if he got in trouble for this, then he would take it out on Julian later. Abaddon wanted to know what exactly it was that made him run off like that. It was a hindrance, but he wanted to know. Finally reaching the point of where the bug landed right in front of what he remembered was a deserted classroom, Abaddon looked at the door with suspicion and then shook it from his head. Julian was probably in there, but he wasn't sure in general; it wouldn't hurt to check though. Slowly making his way to the door , Abaddon cautiously turned the doorknob and then took a step inside the empty classroom. Looking to the back of the class, there was Julian, sitting with his head in his hands. Abaddon sighed and leaned against the doorway. He let his hand fall right next to his pocket just in case. "So, if you were sick, why didn't you just run off to the Hospital Wing?" |
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| Julian Kahn | Sep 19 2007, 06:37:00 PM Post #3 |
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Julian's head shot up at the sudden intrusion on his solitude, his wand drawn in preparation. Yet he spotted only the Ravenclaw boy he had partnered in DADA. He lowered his wand a little, "I was sick, not that I need to explain my actions to the likes of you! And now I am not but I still have no desire to return to class. What are you, a Professor?" Julian was not about to tell this boy why he was feeling sick. He prayed that the tear had gone from his face, as he couldn't wipe it away without alerting him to its possible presence. |
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| Abaddon Delitrous | Sep 19 2007, 06:41:28 PM Post #4 |
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Abaddon's eyes dropped in an appending glare. Julian's wand was out but that made no difference. He was alone, almost in darkness, and the fact that he had his head in his hands said something. Taking a step inward into the class, his hand dropped into his pocket and he ran his fingers along the wood of his wand. "Do I look like a Professor? Do I look stupid? Are all Slytherin's this stuck up?" Abaddon retorted in a sarcastic manner. This was about to get interesting really fast. Abaddon hadn't had been engaged in an interesting fight since summer. Suddenly stopping a few meters away from Julian, he continued to rub the wand that was about to be pulled from his pocket. Watch him... Make ideas... You won't know what's happening just yet. Observe.... |
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| Natalie McIntire | Sep 19 2007, 06:43:43 PM Post #5 |
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"Yeah we are" answered Natalie as she entered the room . "We're real pricks too, so why don't you just leave us alone before I hex you into next week." |
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| Julian Kahn | Sep 19 2007, 06:46:30 PM Post #6 |
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Julian's eyes widened in shock as Natalie entered the classroom and began to defend him and fellow Slytherins. She is proud to be a Slytherin... he concluded to himself. Not the blood traitorous scum you want her to be. Although that would make things considerably easier for you now, wouldn't it? Julian composed himself and answered the Ravenclaw pest, "What you call 'stuck-up', those of intelligence call pride. You know you actually seemed worthy of my attention earlier when we spoke; talented, intelligent, dismissive of the other idiots around us, but I guess your no better than them. The second time I have been wrong today..." his voice trailed off as he spoke this last sentence. He had said more than he had meant to. The first time had of course been about himself and what he was truly like. And it was the last thing he wanted to get inot with Natalie in the room. "And why have you decided to come after me if I'm so 'stuck-up'? Going to teach me a lesson? How very pathetically noble of you. You should be in Hufflepuff with values like that," he sneered at the boy. He was in no mood to be disturbed at present and this boy was rubbing him the wrong way entirely. |
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| Abaddon Delitrous | Sep 19 2007, 06:51:54 PM Post #7 |
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Hearing a new voice enter the room, Abaddon recognized it; he didn't even need to turn around. It was Natalie... who seemed to be a bit unknowing to her own capabilities. He had heard of people's limits from Hellius... this wasn't a big deal. Though, his former friend wasn't the greatest source of information. "So I see that Julian has a friend then, eh?" Abaddon snapped, getting wrapped up in the insanity. "And what makes you think that you can hex me at all, Natalie?" His eyes draped the floor, then wrapped around back to Julian. Abaddon glared at him with a look of disgust. Shaking his head, smirking, and then a sadistic chuckle escaping his lips, he took a step to the side so he would be facing the chalk board. "And so, what was the first thing you were wrong about then? Did it involve the tear? The crying?" He sneered, taking a step forward. "If that is what you call pride, then you definitely need to look in a dictionary... or you need some sense knocked into you. I came after you, because it was odd that you, a Slytherin, would run out of a class room without making some sort of ruckus before hand. How... fun." Abaddon licked his lips... adrenaline beginning to pump through his system. |
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| Julian Kahn | Sep 19 2007, 06:59:29 PM Post #8 |
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He stood up off the desk, preparing for what was obviously an escalating situation, "You expect a Slytherin to perhaps attack somebody before leaving the room? Well perhaps I should have sent a few curses your way to satisfy your expectations. If that is what you think about me and my fellow housemates then perhaps you need some re-education." He still held his wand, ready to defend himself at the slightest movement of his opponent's wand hand. Yet he was tired of always fighting and being attacked. He had chosen the empty classroom to be alone with his thoughts and this idiot had to barge and start flapping his idiotic ideals and beliefs about the place. He also had chosen to deliberately ignore the quip about the tear and the crying in case in defending himself against the remark he gave himself away. He had felt foolish enough as it was. |
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| Abaddon Delitrous | Sep 19 2007, 07:06:09 PM Post #9 |
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"I believe this of your classmates because of the shining example of the Slytherin house: Mascacra Demise. She's the only one who seems to stick to her ideals of being a Slytherin 100%.... instead of the rest of you who fall to other stupid emotions such as sadness and happiness," Abaddon hissed, taking another step forward. As he spoke, he was going over inevitable possibilities through his head. There were opinions and facts that could happen, but it would probably all end up the same. Letting another chuckle escape his lips, he noticed that Julian had ignored part of his question. Perfect. "And curses.... ha. What curse could you possibly flick at me besides of the one you used to gash your arm, eh? Diffindo only has certain limits... Like your pride." |
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| Julian Kahn | Sep 19 2007, 07:18:47 PM Post #10 |
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He laughed raucously, "Happiness and sadness are fine, you moron. For example, I'd be happy when I strike you with a curse, yet I'd be sad if it missed. Mascacra Demise is......different. And you," he pointed his wand at his opponent, "wouldn't know a Slytherin if it bit you on the arse! You speak as if you know the true qualities that make a Slytherin, yet you obviously possess none of them yourself as you were placed in poor, pathetic little Ravenclaw. Why don't you run along and read a book or soemthing. I think a question is being asked somewhere." He was a little surprised as to why this boy was mentioning things like happiness and sadness; all he had done is run from the classroom because he had said he was sick. Very strange.... |
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| Abaddon Delitrous | Sep 19 2007, 07:49:31 PM Post #11 |
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Abaddon released a chuckle; a deep raspy chuckle. He knew all bets would fall onto the Slytherin's attacking him, but that's exactly what he wanted. Ignoring them for a brief second, he went over a few strategies again in his mind. A few worked, and a few seemed like they could be blocked easily. He nodded to himself and then licked his lips. "Oh? If happiness and sadness are OK, then please explain why they are taken advantage of for own personal gain? Someone may see something that makes you happy, and then they would smash it to see you disappointed. Then, if something would make you sad, someone push on the wound to make the pain more intensive," Abaddon hissed. Now, he turned to face the two; a smirk curling across his lips. His right hand stood still, lacing the sides of his pockets. "And I know what makes a Slytherin because my father was a Slytherin! I know of the things he did and what happened to make him that way! I only ended up in Ravenclaw because my wit happened to be a little bit stronger than my pessimism!" Abaddon boomed, taking a step closer to them. "And so, if you know so much about your own house, then tell me: What makes a Slytherin... a Slytherin?" He released a hiss as he looked at the wand. Things were going to get fun. |
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| Julian Kahn | Sep 20 2007, 12:34:26 AM Post #12 |
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Julian smirked wickedly, "What makes a Slytherin? Everything you are not. yet desire to be. Now leave us, Natalie and I have issues to discuss without tiresome interruptions." He was done trading pleasantries and empty threats with this pathetic slug. He looked away from the Ravenclaw and ignored him. He wanted to talk with his house mate alone and be honest with her. Not about his feelings but about his earned respect and newfound tolerance of her. Perhaps if the pair had a candid conversation away from interruptions they could sort out their differences and opinions. |
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| Abaddon Delitrous | Sep 20 2007, 09:03:06 AM Post #13 |
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Abaddon cackled, turning away at the blackboard again. Perhaps this wasn't going to be breaking into a duel. Then again, he could try to force it on them. So many possibilities ran through his mind and his hunger grew. Blood needed to spill; he wanted it. "Do you really think that I take requests, you filthy arsehole? I don't serve anyone. And... what makes you think that I want to have the qualities or even be in your ridiculous house? I am my own person... Not one that's controlled by the masses like you...," Abaddon cackled, slowly pulling his wand from the pocket of his robe. They're not looking.... Isn't this just rolling along perfectly? Turning, slowly raising his wand, he glared at them; a smirk rolling across his lips. "Conglacio..." Abaddon sneered. A whitish beam of frost jumped from his wand and started to impact the floor around the Slytherins. Abaddon laughed to himself, keeping the beam focussed on it's target. |
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| Julian Kahn | Sep 20 2007, 09:42:41 AM Post #14 |
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Julian smirked at the ground, "Well I suppose your superior intellect has really been demonstrated here. 'Conglacio' is the best you can muster? Tut, tut! Perhaps I can show you a real spell - Provomo!" The jet of of dark blue shot from his wand at his attacker, whereby quickly cast Incendio at the creeping frost at his feet. He had read about 'Provomo' in his Dark Arts book his father had given him. Though he had never tried the spell he was confident in it working as it was one of the first spells mentioned in the book, designed to cause intense nausea and vomiting in its target. |
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| Natalie McIntire | Sep 20 2007, 09:46:44 AM Post #15 |
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"Stop it, both of you!" Natalie said sharply. She turned to Abaddon and said, " Now take that high and mighty ass of yours out the door. Its two against one here and its obvious who is going to win if something gets started. So just walk away." |
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| Julian Kahn | Sep 20 2007, 09:52:44 AM Post #16 |
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Julian glared at Natalie but remained silent, his response depending entirely on Abaddon's response to her words. Though he had rallied to fight back against his attacker, with his usual anger and rage, his mind still teemed with the confusion that it had done fifteen minutes earlier and he desired nothing more than the quiet and solitude of the empty classroom he had previously experienced. Yet though the idea of isolation appealed greatly to the Slytherin, his mind swam with the image of Natalie.... Again? Again you dwell and think about the blood traitor! You are dead to me, Julian Kahn! Julian was used to experiencing rage and hatred, but usually it was directed towards others. Julian relished the feeling to be honest. Yet to have it directed at himself was new and strange. He had never experienced such internal torment before, especially as a result of another person. He also knew that what she said was true; Natalie was an accomplished witch and he himself was also skilled. Abaddon would not be able to beat the both of them should it come to that. |
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| Abaddon Delitrous | Sep 20 2007, 05:24:02 PM Post #17 |
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Abaddon snickered, swishing his wand again and muttering a small incantation to block the spell that was thrown at him. A shield came up to block this "Promovo" before it could reach him. Lesson 1: The first attack is always the fake... Abaddon recalled in his mind. It was the first of several lessons that he learned from Mr. Delitrous. "Natalie... if you were a Slytherin, I would expect you to want to fight; not want to avoid it all together. Besides, if you have the advantage, why not take it?" Abaddon cackled, ignoring Julian completely and raising his wand once again. "Frankly, I don't care if I lose.... I just want blood..." Standing in one place, not moving whatsoever, Abaddon observed the situation and calculated some possible circumstances. He nodded, noticing the ice still lacing the floor. Right... His wrist flicked. "Congrego!" He hissed, holding his arm out straight as insects started to swarm from his wand in great quantities. |
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| Natalie McIntire | Sep 20 2007, 05:33:05 PM Post #18 |
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"Ew ew EW!" shrieked Natalie as bugs starting gushing out of Abaddon's wand. "Thats disgusting... ugh!" She cowered behind Julian for a moment or two and then remembered her wits. "Finite Incantantum" she said with an expert flick of her wands. The bugs disappeared one by one until they were all gone. Natalie had been bemused by this wannabe Slytherin before, but since he had threatened her with bugs, she was done being easy on him. "Petrificus totalus" she said clearly pointing her wand at Abaddon. |
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| Abaddon Delitrous | Sep 20 2007, 05:46:06 PM Post #19 |
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OOC: *Cough* Maybe I should have put it into the description, but they're insects such as bees.... and wasps.... ect. Oh well. It can't be helped. ... Speaking of which, this will just end in some unneeded rivalries. I'm leaving. BIC: Abaddon was amused for a moment by the girl being afraid of the bugs. He watched and studied their movements for awhile; Natalie seemed to be the weaker of the two - there was his opening. Noticing her moving, making the bugs disappear and then flinging a full body bind at them, Abaddon quickly moved and swished his wand again. "Protego!" The ice was becoming a nuisance for him as well, but it wasn't a great deal. It should be a hindrance to them too. Shrugging to himself and raising his wand again, his rebuttal would be a little more brutal than before... but he suddenly stopped himself, bringing himself back under control. What just happened...? Did it reoccur again? He shook his head, pocketing his wand and rubbing his forehead. This experience was a hindrance. His sadistic side... was a hindrance. He never did like it, but it always took over when it came right down to someone that seemed a challenge for him. He sighed, "Though I'm expecting you to curse me right as I exit the door, I need to go... I need to get to the Hospital Wing." Shaking his head, trying to regain control, Abaddon left the empty classroom. |
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| Julian Kahn | Sep 21 2007, 01:46:53 AM Post #20 |
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Julian watched with dismissive superiority as his attacker suddenly stopped his rampage and quietly walked from the room. Julian walked over to the door and watched the Ravenclaw disappear around the corner. He closed the door and turned around. "He's gone. I'm not sure as to why he stopped but I'm not complaining." He resumed his seat upon the desk where he had sat only minutes earlier, his back to Natalie. "And why have you come after me? Why did you follow me here?" He closed his eyes and tried to calm himself and collect his thoughts. He breathed deeply and slowly, trying to regulate his heart. It was something his mother had shown him several years ago when he would often find his anger got the best of him. Once he was calm his thoughts would come together and he would think much more clearly. After a moment he felt his heart rate slow and his mind stopped racing. He remained silent, waiting for Natalie to state her intentions. Hopefully that would help him come to a conclusion on what he should do. Speak, Natalie. Tell me what you want. Give me a reason to hate you again, or prove to me why I shouldn't. I beg you! Remove this confusion and hesitation from my mind and grant me peace once more. |
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