The First Task

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The First Task; Year 5 - Day 3 - The First Task
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James Beckley	Aug 23 2009, 12:02:25 PM Post #221
Posts: 106 Group: Gryffindor Member #1,018 Joined: Jul 14 2009	"Yeah," he murmured in answer to her question, and to the fact that Tristan had just arrived. Presently his mind was not only on the fact that Avery had just scooted closer to him, but to the fact that Tristan was about to cimpete in the Tri-Wizard Tournament. He couldn't help but be a little nervous for him. He noticed how Avery wrapped her arms around herself, cold in the stinging wind. Without a thought, he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, not pulling her close, just keeping her warm. It wasn't anything more than a friendly gesture, but he hoped she wouldn't take it the wrong way. "I'm glad Tristan made it. I was getting worried there for a second." He glanced over at Avery with a smile before looking back in front of him, eager to see every detail of what was going on.



Rodrigo Caparelli	Aug 23 2009, 12:14:38 PM Post #222
Sixth Year, Hufflepuff Quidditch Captain Posts: 257 Group: Hufflepuff Member #911 Joined: Jun 5 2009	"In their hair?!" Rodrigo exclaimed. He couldn't see why anyone would do that to another person, except for tormenting them of course. "I think you can freeze it if you get it on clothes, so it comes off. That's what someone once told me..." Rodrigo shrugged. The idea of freezing hair didn't sound too great though, so that little piece of information was pretty much useless to June. Rodrigo shrugged again. The idea of something going wrong in the forest was awful. "Mhm. Yeah. The teachers will help..." he muttered, thinking all sorts of thoughts which were each as unlikely as the next. What if a champion got stuck in a tree? What if they got eaten by something? What if... Rodrigo chuckled under his breath. "Maybe nothing's happened yet. That's probably why Moody isn't speaking much. Maybe the champions are just trying to work out what to do." Rod gave a small smile, and an accidental shrug of the shoulders. It certainly sounded better than being eaten, or geting stuck somewhere. But Moody would have known if that had happened. He'd have told everyone. Rodrigo's imagination was running away with him. "If they have gotten stuck in a tree, it'll be pretty funny to get them out again," Rodrigo laughed. It was only a few moments later when he realised that he'd spoken aloud. But the image of the champions running around, all stuck in their own tree was just hilarious. "I'm thinking, June" he quickly added, in case she didn't understand. But Rodrigo was sure she would anyway, after all - they'd known each other for five years. June knew how curious he was, and how much his imagination seemed to just keep on whirring. "But don't worry, June. If something does go wrong, I'll protect you!" he laughed and winked at June. Then, with his free hand, he poked her in the arm and turned his face back to the front, still smiling. Edited by Rodrigo Caparelli, Aug 23 2009, 12:15:07 PM.
	<3 Both made by the wonderful June! Thanks!


Cole Abott	Aug 23 2009, 12:20:26 PM Post #223
crazy bitch Posts: 176 Group: Slytherin Member #1,031 Joined: Jul 19 2009	Ian stepped closer to her. And then again he took another step. Not much distance was between the two now, little enough that if she stood on her toes and leaned forward just a bit she could kiss him. She pondered the idea of kissing him right then and there, but rejected that. She moved fast, but not that fast. So instead she leaned in to whisper in his ear, her voice low and tempting. "Do you have any real interest in being here? Because if you don't...we could escape somewhere much better." She leaned back, turning over the idea in her head. Escaping the task and going somewhere better. She gave him a coy smile, so practiced it looked real. Nothing sounded better than leaving here and going somewhere else with someone very very attractive. They had options, lots of options. But the place she really wanted to be was on top of the world, or as close as she could get, probably the astronomy tower. She needed to feel alive somehow. She needed to be looking down on the world, feeling some kind of power in her veins. She wanted to feel bigger and better than she felt at that moment. She wanted to be away from everyone and everything that made her feel bland. She wanted to be appreciated and adored, and she knew just how to get that. She looked Ian up and down, her glittering eyes making sure that he was the one she wanted for now. Yes. He would be just perfect for what she had in mind.
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June Brooks	Aug 23 2009, 01:08:30 PM Post #224
Posts: 822 Group: Hufflepuff Member #578 Joined: Aug 26 2008 Age 19 Location Among the vikings Real Name Annie Character Age 17 (I think?)	"Ugh, if I get gum on my clothes, I'd throw that piece of clothing," June's hand stroked out some wrinkles in her skirt, and hid her face in the scarf, warming up her cheeks. "It has been in someones mouth, it would be like wearing something someone spat on," said June, letting the scarf fall down again. Absentminded, June began massaging her knee, moving her fingers in small spirals as she dug them into her skin. Agreeing to what Rod said with small nods, June shifted her position, so her legs were now dangling down. Kicking them into the air, she laughed along with Rodrigo, imagining Mariane dangling upside-down from a tree, screaming and punching into the air as bugs began to crawl around in her hair. She shuddered, June hated beetles, wasps, ants, practically everything with more legs than four. The very sight of a spider could easily make June scream. She didn't care much about it though, a lot of people had phobias of insects, or even weirder things. There was one thing certain, June had never heard of a poisonous dark room, so being afraid of insects was rather logical compared to that. "But don't worry, June. If something does go wrong, I'll protect you!" The first second, June just stared at him, and then she blinked. The next, she stuck her tongue out, before laughing as well. Trying to figure out a witty comeback, June closed her eyes. Normally she'd declare ticklewar, but she doubted that was a smart idea in a crowd. Sighing, June began twirling her earring around. Sighing, she removed the back piece of it, taking the earring out. She held it in a cupped hand, admiring the tiny yellow gem in it. Then Rod poked her, and the small earring fell out of her hand, "RODRIGO!" she exclaimed, staring at her now empty hand. She ignored the snicker from a nearby slytherin, and the looks she got from the two ravenclaw girls. "I lost my earring!" Edited by June Brooks, Aug 23 2009, 01:10:27 PM.
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Avery Griffith	Aug 23 2009, 01:40:27 PM Post #225
Seventh Year Posts: 556 Group: Ravenclaw Member #913 Joined: Jun 7 2009 Age 18 Location Pennsylvania Real Name Sarah Character Age 17 RP Relationship Status Single	Avery wasn't as quick to jump this time as Bex put his arm around her. On the contrary, she grinned thankfully. It was getting colder by the second. The first time she'd tensed because she'd caught herself in the act of looking upset. That just wasn't Avery. The normal Avery hated showing weaknesses. But being cold wasn't a weakness was it? It was more of a feeling. She shivered, although it had more to do with the fact Bex's arm was around her than the actual cold. She snapped herself out of it. She was being silly. She'd just met the guy, and he had been making goo-goo eyes at Cosette, not her. Well, no harm could come of a tiny crush, could there? It wasn't as if it would go anywhere. "...worried there for a second." Only catching the last portion of what he'd said, she had no idea what he was talking about. She grinned back at his smile, however. "Same here," she said, hoping that coincided with whatever he'd been saying. She was aglow when the champions started off, pumping her free fist as Tristan started off in second. She winced as Moody described the Durmstrang's encounter with a particularly nasty Red Cap. She was lucky enough at home the Red Caps had all but been removed to deeper parts of the forest. Except for the occasional brave one that wandered into muggle territory, they were pretty much clear of them. "Red Caps are quite well known for their bloodthirsty habits," she said, almost completely out of habit, "They get their name from the human blood they color their scalps with--" she cut off, grinning sheepishly. Her mother only expected her to be well aware of all the basic facts about magical creatures. It came in handy, too, knowing how to fight the particularly gruesome ones off. Although, being somewhat of a know-it-all when it came to such matters wasn't exactly what she wanted to be known for.
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Rodrigo Caparelli	Aug 23 2009, 02:58:15 PM Post #226
Sixth Year, Hufflepuff Quidditch Captain Posts: 257 Group: Hufflepuff Member #911 Joined: Jun 5 2009	Rodrigo jumped as June said his name rather loudly. He looked around, his eyes locking with a few other students whom had looked their way after June's exclamation. He frowned, and turned to look at his friend too, in time to hear her last words. "I lost my earring!" Rodrigo sighed, and pulled a face which made him look like he was concentrating very hard - which he was. His eyes scanned below him, but Rodrigo had no luck. Whenever he thought he saw her earring, it just turned out to be a small stone. Rod was soon losing hope, perhaps the earring was well and truly lost? "Why were you fiddling with it in the first place, Juney?" he asked her. If she hadn't been, then the earring would not be gone - and they wouldn't be in this situation. "Try, accio?" he asked her. It was a simple spell, and it shouldn't be too much hassle. Mitchell looked around, and found a young slytherin boy staring at them. Rodrigo frowned at him, and turned back to June. "And please do it quickly!" he urged. Rodrigo bit his lip, he did feel like it was his fault June had lost her earring. He had poked her, after all. Although, he would never ever admit to it being his fault. Well, not in usual circumstances anyway. The quicker June got her earring back, the better, as when she did they could both concentrate on the task again. Although, the original excitement was dying down a bit now and Rodrigo supposed that at least this earring fiasco gave them something else to think about. Looking over to his left again, Rodrigo saw that the boy was still sitting and glaring at them. Rod narrowed his eyes, and hurriedly turned back to June. "Got it yet?" he asked. Rod sure hoped so, that way he wouldn't have to try and get it back for her. The pair were attracting quite a bit of attention anyway. And it was making Rod unnerved.
	<3 Both made by the wonderful June! Thanks!


James Beckley	Aug 23 2009, 03:26:09 PM Post #227
Posts: 106 Group: Gryffindor Member #1,018 Joined: Jul 14 2009	He frowned a little as Avery shivered in his arm. He gently pulled her in a bit closer, rubbing his hand up and down the outside of her arm, trying to keep her warm. He felt bad that she was so cold while he was perfectly toasty. With his free hand he reached into his pocket and grabbed a pair of thick, black gloves. "I know they're big, but you seem awfully cold. You want them? Or I can go grab you a sweater or something if you want." He offered over the gloves, a little haphazardly tossing them in her lap. He couldn't help but be a bit on edge. There he was at the first task, barely paying attention because he had one of the most beautiful girls he'd ever seen right there in his arms. What boy wouldn't be a little nervous? He did an excellent job covering it up for the most part, but on the inside his nerves were on fire. "If not, I'd be more than delighted to stay here and listen to more information about redcaps. Or possibly other magical creatures? You seem to know quite a bit about them," he said, poking her arm teasingly.



June Brooks	Aug 23 2009, 03:29:17 PM Post #228
Posts: 822 Group: Hufflepuff Member #578 Joined: Aug 26 2008 Age 19 Location Among the vikings Real Name Annie Character Age 17 (I think?)	"Because I was bored," muttered June, leaving her seat before bending down to search through the ground. Her hand slid out of Rodrigos, now busy pushing away some rubbish, her wide, blue eyes looking around. Looking up for just a second, June frowned when she saw how much gum was stuck under the seats. Some people... Ignoring the fact that she had Rodrigos feet right by her face, June had to admit that she prefered the far too sweet stink of perfume to the everything but sweet smell from Rodrigo's shoes. She glanced up at him when he said to use Accio, and grimaced, "I left my wand in the dorms, since I don't have any pockets in this stupid skirt," June gritted her teeth, trying to keep Rodrigo's scarf from falling on the floor, "I think I've found it," squealed June all of a sudden, stretching out for a little, yellow thing. Touching it, June realised that earrings normally didn't move, and pulled her hand to her, "Ew, ew, ew! It was a bug. Ugly little yellow yuck," she winced, looking away. June was angry because of the stupid rocks in her shoes, angry because Rodrigo was so impatient, angry that noone was trying to help her, and really, really angry that she was about to cry. Without thinking, she hissed "And don't complain on me, it's you who pushed me. Its your fault, not mine," It sounded a lot more venomous once it left her mouth, realized June, her hand flying to her mouth, covering it, "I'm so sorry, Roddie, I didn't mean that... Honestly, I'm so, so sorry. Please forgive me?" It hurt to give up, June really wanted to find it, but the stench from Rodrigo's feet, the bug still there on the ground, and the fact that she probably would never find it, gave her little choice. Dissapointed, she pushed herself up, sitting down besides Rodrigo, her eyes begging for forgiveness, "Please don't be mad at me... I never meant to say that," Feeling a couple eyes dig into her back, she turned to find the slytherin staring at her like it was some stupid fishbowl soap-opera. Sticking her tongue forward so it pressed against her bottom lip, she stared back at him annoyed. He made a rude hand gesture, and June turned back to Rodrigo, "I'm so sorry.... I...."
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Rodrigo Caparelli	Aug 23 2009, 03:48:07 PM Post #229
Sixth Year, Hufflepuff Quidditch Captain Posts: 257 Group: Hufflepuff Member #911 Joined: Jun 5 2009	Rodrigo too had left his wand back at the school. It was a stupid move really, but Rod had figured everyone would be perfectly safe, and so there was no need for him to bring his wand. But if something did happen, then he and June wouldn't be very well off, two defenceless teenagers... As she pulled her hand away from a bug, Rodrigo instantly remembered June's fear of the creatures. He wasn't too keen on them himself, but he wasn't scared of them either. He didn't see why June didn't just sit down and enjoy the rest of the day whilst she still had the chance. They could find her earring later, once they both had wands that is. Accio could be cast from the dorm, easy. June's next words sliced into Rodrigo. And in truth he was a little hurt, but he wouldn't go and make June aware of that. "Yeah, apology accepted and whatnot," he waved his hand which had previously been locked with June's. He felt upset that she had spoken to him in such an annoyed way. Sure, some of it might have been his fault, but the rest of the blame laid with June. But the way she was apologising at such a rate, the words just tumbling out of her mouth, Rodrigo couldn't help but give a little smile. He just wanted to bottle up the feelings of hurt and frustration for now, besides it was not as if June could do anything. Sure, she was apologizing, but sometimes apologies weren't quite enough. "Okay! Okay!" he finally said, his voice coming out a little stronger than Rodrigo would have liked. "We're fine." he flashed a sad smile at June, "Now would you please stop looking for the damned earring and just sit still?" he asked. It seemed ironic that only moments ago he had been urging her to hurry up and find it. But that was on the presumption she had a wand. Doing things manually seemed almost ... strange.
	<3 Both made by the wonderful June! Thanks!


June Brooks	Aug 23 2009, 04:22:22 PM Post #230
Posts: 822 Group: Hufflepuff Member #578 Joined: Aug 26 2008 Age 19 Location Among the vikings Real Name Annie Character Age 17 (I think?)	June winced, staring at her knees, her positure not half as confident as it had been earlier. She looked almost pathetic, spine sticking out as her only defense against the world. Rodrigo did not sound like her apology was accepted, and June didn't want her best friend to be mad at her. Because if June didn't have Rodrigo, then what did she have? Rodrigo meant more to her than she dared admit, he was her rock, her cliff, the person she could always rely on. She had been jealous when Annabella had stolen him away from her, clawing at his heart, sad that she was loosing her best friend. "We're fine," said Rodrigo, and June didn't dare turn around, scared to see disapointment in his eyes. When he told her to give up, June nodded, not wanting to stop looking. It wasn't just a pair of earrings, they had been a birthday gift, and June hated the idea of losing a gift from someone. Still, she didn't want to make Rod more hurt, and said, "Ok, I've just got to fix my skirt..." Raising herself up just once more, June was close to howling of pain, a tear running down her face, "Ow?" She ripped off her shoe, seeing a tiny, yellow gem, "My earring!" She bendt down and took it out, smiling sheepishly at Rodrigo, "I thought it was just a rock..."
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Rodrigo Caparelli	Aug 23 2009, 04:52:57 PM Post #231
Sixth Year, Hufflepuff Quidditch Captain Posts: 257 Group: Hufflepuff Member #911 Joined: Jun 5 2009	Rodrigo laughed. "Looks like you found your earring then." he smiled to his friend, just stowing his feelings away for the moment. At least she'd found what she'd been looking for so desperately before, and that pleased Rodrigo. He always found that if June, or anyone close to him was happy, his mood seemed to lift too - even if he wasn't in the best frame of mind beforehand. "I'd wash that or something before you put it back in your ear..." Rodrigo advised, it was what he would have done in June's situation - not that he was ever going to get his ears pierced, or anywhere on his body for that matter. He smiled, and relaxed again. Rodrigo put his hands down on the part of the bench which was behind him, his arms straight. But a part of Rodrigo wasn't smiling, a part of him was glad that June got hurt. He felt she deserved it. What was he thinking? June was Rodrigo's best friend, the one he could rely on, and relate to. He shouldn't be pleased that she hurt herself. Rodrigo then felt guilty for even thinking those thoughts about June. No matter how hurt he was feeling inside, he should never have been glad of the way that June had found her earring. Out of the corner of Rodrigo's eye, he saw that Slytherin boy making more and more rude hand gestures. Rodrigo was fed up of him by this time, and turned around to his left, looking at the boy full on. "Do. You. Mind?" he frowned toward the boy, and turned around to face June. Sometimes people would get bored if others just ignored them. This would hopefully be the case with the rather annoying little slytherin. [OOC// fail.]
	<3 Both made by the wonderful June! Thanks!


Avery Griffith	Aug 23 2009, 05:47:55 PM Post #232
Seventh Year Posts: 556 Group: Ravenclaw Member #913 Joined: Jun 7 2009 Age 18 Location Pennsylvania Real Name Sarah Character Age 17 RP Relationship Status Single	Avery shook her head as Bex tossed her the gloves. "No, no, I'm fine," she said. How else was she supposed to explain her shivering? She placed the gloves back on his lap. She was actually quite contented and cozy having Bex's arm around her, shielding her against the cold. She had to wonder if he was cold, but he seemed fine, too. She grinned up at him again as he began to rub her arm saying something about a sweater. "I'm fine, really," she assured him. Fine was a bit of an understatement. She was feeling positively elated, sitting there in Bex's arms, watching- well, listening to- Moody's commentary as the task unfolded, surrounded by her peers. She absently kicked her feet underneath her, swinging them on the bench. She watched a pair scrambling around for something in front of her for something while she waited for the next comments from Moody on the task. They were causing quite a commotion as it seemed. "If not, I'd be more than delighted to stay here and listen to more information about redcaps." Accompanied by a teasing poke, Avery laughed. "Oh, shut up," she said punching his side lightly. "I'll be sure to keep you enthralled by my commentary," she said, rolling her eyes. Sure, magical creatures were interesting to her at least, but she couldn't say the same about everyone else. It wouldn't stop her from explaining what the creatures were, though.
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Mike Endicott	Aug 23 2009, 05:55:01 PM Post #233
Sixth Year Posts: 223 Group: Ravenclaw Member #438 Joined: Jun 6 2008 Location Where Soul Meets Body	Mike had completely zoned out and lost track of everything that was happening. He was too busy staring hard at the ground to realize what was happening. At first, Avery was in his arms. Next thing you know, she was in Bex's. That was quicker then Precious Hindert and her boys. He smiled to himself, happy to at least be one of those guys. One of those speacial guys to Precious . . . Mike blinked a couple of times and took a deep breath. "Um . . . should I leave?" Mike asked, staring at Avery. He smirked.
	WIDE OPEN ARMS CAN FEEL SO COLD, SO COLD BRANDON & PANDORA


Avery Griffith	Aug 23 2009, 06:12:57 PM Post #234
Seventh Year Posts: 556 Group: Ravenclaw Member #913 Joined: Jun 7 2009 Age 18 Location Pennsylvania Real Name Sarah Character Age 17 RP Relationship Status Single	Avery was suddenly aware of Mike's presence again. She blinked. She jerked herself out of Bex's arms, the instant chill of the wind biting at the back of her neck. "No... I was cold..." she said lamely, fidgeting a bit and fluffing up the hood of her jacket to shield herself against the wind. Really, she didn't want Mike to leave either. What was wrong with her? She was becoming a regular Slytherin girl, sitting with two guys at once. She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. What would Cosette think, paws all over Bex when she'd practically admitted to liking him during breakfast? No, she wasn't going to be like that. Besides, she'd come down here with Mike, what was she doing in Bex's arms? "Oh, I'd think you were jealous if I didn't know any better," she said quietly so only Mike could hear, returning his smirk. She didn't honestly think he was jealous, but it was the only comeback she could think of at the moment.
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James Beckley	Aug 23 2009, 08:00:53 PM Post #235
Posts: 106 Group: Gryffindor Member #1,018 Joined: Jul 14 2009	"You're commentary is--" No sooner had she given him a light punch than she was jerking herself out from under his arm. He cleared his throat, a little startled by her sudden detachment. He swallowed whatever comment he felt like making and focused his attention back on the Task. Yeah, he was being a bit sulky, but wouldn't anyone? He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, eyes focused straight ahead of him. He wasn't above pouting, but he refrained, trying to save face in front of Avery. Well, hell, if she didn't want his arm around her then that was that. There was nothing to be so irked about. But in the back of his mind something still niggled at him. He realized that he was just a little jealous of this Mike Endicott fellow. There he was making Avery leap out of his arms. Was Avery even with him? He didn't think so. He shook off any negative feelings and flashed Avery a brief smile, just in case she was wondering if he was okay. But once more he turned from her and stared down ahead of him.



Avery Griffith	Aug 23 2009, 08:19:50 PM Post #236
Seventh Year Posts: 556 Group: Ravenclaw Member #913 Joined: Jun 7 2009 Age 18 Location Pennsylvania Real Name Sarah Character Age 17 RP Relationship Status Single	Avery turned back to a rather sullen looking Bex. As soon as she met eyes with him he smiled, though. She smiled back apologetically, but he had to understand that she'd come down with Mike, right? And she was Avery Griffith! No one was going to make a wise crack at her and live to tell the tale. Or, at least live without a comeback headed in their direction. Still... she was rather confused about the whole thing as she watched Bex face determinedly forward again. Inside, her head was screeching. Can't we all just watch the task as friends? Although, she wasn't exactly sure that was what she wanted. But it would certainly make things a lot easier. She looked to the skies as if the answer would suddenly shoot down from them. She looked straight foreward as well, focusing on the task. The silence was becoming unbearable, and Avery wasn't exactly what you'd call patient. She quickly began to tap her foot, then, to break the silence, she cleared her throat. She fidgeted before saying: "Jarveys are most known for their ability to spout off rude phrases." Way to go, Ave. Impress everyone with your ability to be an insufferable know-it-all.
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Alastor Moody	Aug 24 2009, 01:36:00 PM Post #237
Ex-auror Posts: 119 Group: External Citizen Member #849 Joined: Mar 18 2009 Age Why do you want to know that? Location You think I'm stupid enough to tell you that? Constant vigilance!	"And Nightshade is the first to reach the first leg of this task! Meanwhile, it seems that the Quicompoix champion is facing a trial of her own. Seems she's having quite the difficulty fighting off the dreaded common forest beetle."
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Deleted User	Aug 24 2009, 01:40:42 PM Post #238
Deleted User	"For this task." the centaur replied. "Magic may be the key to a wizard's lifestyle. Your main tool, your main line of defense. But here, for this task, we ask you to consider other methods of survival. You must strike down an animal with that arrow. You may use your magic to aid you, but the animal you slay must be felled by the arrow itself. Do you understand? Return here with a successful hunt, and I shall give you you're next task. "Oh," he said, "And remember to bring back something edible. This is a hunt you're on, not a monster slaying."
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Deleted User	Aug 24 2009, 03:25:39 PM Post #239
Deleted User	Piotr had little trouble blasting his way through whatever strange fauna that had tried to attack him. One of the Red Cap-like mutant creatures had managed to get past him as he stunned one of its fellows, and jumped and clamped its jutting teeth onto his left forearm, just above the wrist. Piotr had howled in pain, but even after he had stunned the creature (a difficult feat when the target happened to be attached to your person and the pain was so bad that it blurred one's vision), it would not relinquish its hold on the Durmstrang's arm. The spell he used to free his arm from the creature was more complicated that one might think. The only option he had was to perform a puppeteer charm on the creature and unclench its jaw with magic. It was not a pretty sight, to say the least. The pain was excruciating. Blood had seeped out of the four great puncture wounds before Piotr had sealed the injuries shut with a wave of his wand. However, he was sure that the creature's tusk-like fangs had pierced right into the bone, which was beyond his ability to heal. He'd need medical attention after this. Finally, his left arm limp and bloody (he was trying not to move it) Piotr made it to a clearing, where sat a centaur with a gray body and hair, as well as a goatee. "Good evening," said the centaur--politely enough, and yet the half-man, half-horse creature seemed to look upon Piotr as something he'd rather avoid than say "Good evening" to. "You are a Triwizard Champion, I presume?" "Yes," said Piotr, trying not to let his awe show. He'd never seen a centaur before. "We do not get many wizards in these parts," said the centaur, "--or we used to not," he added snidely. "Excuse me," said Piotr, trying his hardest not to offend the centaur, "I vas told you vould help me." "Only because Bane and Firenze have agreed for us to do so," came the gray centaur's flippant reply. Were all centaurs so condescending towards humans? "Though I would like to think it more that I am here to test you, wizard," the centaur went on to say after Piotr's blank stare, "I am called Draconius--not that you would care." The centaur was, in this case, correct. Piotr just wanted to get through this task, and his patience was now wearing as thin as the centaur's patience seemed to be with Piotr. "You are to take this bow and this single arrowand kill for me an animal," said Draconius, bending down and retrieving a long wooden bow and a leather quiver with but a single arrow and presenting them to Piotr. "But...I do not know how to shoot...and besides...," said Piotr feeling like an idiot. Had he failed to study this particular skill when he should have? Did the other two champions...? Draconius gave a derisive snort. "Of course you don't," said the centaur, sneering, "You wizards would be nothing without your magic. The whole of your race is ignorant of things that are beyond your own microcosm of existence. You know nothing of other worlds. It is a shock to me that other nations of wizards can cooperate in something like this at all." Piotr frowned. He'd had about enough of this, and the pain in his arm certainly wasn't helping his tolerance of any other irritants. Draconius sighed impatiently. "You will be allowed to use your magic--which is more of a concession than I would give you, but Belleford's wishes are rarely ignored by most of us. However, the animal must be the cause of the creature's death. Do you understand me, human?" Draconius spoke as if he were now trying to explain something to a particularly stupid two-year-old. The gray centaur got right up in the Durmstrang's face, too. Piotr did not like this. However, the thought did occur to him that the Headmistress of Hogwarts must be a very persuasive woman if she is able to negotiate at all with these creatures. "Just let me have the bow," said Piotr through clenched teeth, "And I shall show you vat I understand." The centaur sneered, yet handed over the weapon anyhow.
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Deleted User	Aug 24 2009, 03:58:10 PM Post #240
Deleted User	Oh god damn it all to hell. Now what boy in his right mind (the lower one) would say "no" to that? Certainly, he wasn't too interested in the tournament right now. Nightshade seemed to be handling himself well, from what he'd heard from Moody's commentary. Ian had only a minor curiosity for this one, and it seemed Tristan might be able to hold his own (for which, Ian was glad and not-so-glad--He had a begrudging respect for him, and Ian had owed him so much for his help that night last June), so what use was it to keep watching. Besides, Moody was so loud they could probably hear him wherever they went. Then again, Ian had not been seen as being one who was in his right mind lately. Talk in the common room after his episode where he'd come falling down the stairs from the dormitories screaming that he'd seen the Dark Lord return. Of course, his vision had proved to be true. Not that it stopped the conversations others had been having behind his back all day. Or the sideways glances. Or the many of his own housemates who seemed to be avoiding him. Perhaps Tinsley had just come to her senses and realized that Ian was really mad. Yes, even Ian was beginning to believe it. Tinsley. Ian took another good look at Cole. Come to think of it, why wasn't she avoiding him or talking about him behind his back? Ah, but just look at her. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, damn it--not that Cole, in any way, resembled a horse. Tinsley who? Ian looked around. At last, he spotted her in the stands. That Tinsley. Sitting with that Julian. They were practically joined at the hip, as well as a few other body parts here and there. No way he'd be able to talk to her with him around. Ian had never resented Julian. He'd always been the better one. He was always one step ahead of Ian, but, in a way, Ian had always prided himself in the fact that if he was going to be second to anyone, it was good he was second only to Julian. And--he believed--he wasn't behind by much. He stopped that thought before it went any further. Tinsley wasn't a prize to be won. Ian didn't want to feel that way, and so he wouldn't. This went beyond any sort of friendly rivalry that the two Slytherin boys had. But when it came right down to it, Ian had lost. Doesn't matter how you slice it. So what were Lola and Stanta? Second and third prize respectively? Ian felt like a creep for even thinking like that. He'd loved them both, for a time. He still cared deeply for Constanta, which is why he felt even more like an ass now that he was considering running off with Cole. Perhaps he deserved to have nothing but shallow flings. Lola and Stanta both had been too good for him. Lola had certainly tired of him for one reason or another (he'd never had the courage to ask her why). He'd never thought Cole to be too deep a person. Maybe he wasn't all that deep, either. Maybe they belonged together. Ha! "Sure," he said, "where did you have in mind?" ((OOC: Go ahead and god mod us there, if you want))
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