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Post by Macaria Riddle on May 1, 2006 16:51:05 GMT -5
Macaria glanced around the courtyard, a calm expression in front of her fast-paced mind. Her plans of letting the first warnings be known were about to start. So that meant that no one had to see her. Yes, it would be a bit easier to do this at night, but then she had to worry about prefects, and they wouldn't understand why she was doing this. No, she would simply politely ask if she may use the loo, then strike. And that was exactly what Macaria Riddle did during Potions class this morning. Now here she was, out in the courtyard with no one around. Taking a few docile steps out into the open, she looked around, twisting the hem of her skirt in her hands nervously. She couldn't be this nervous, she absolutely had to be calm or else it wouldn't work. Taking in a deep breath, she hurried across the courtyard and across the lawns, knowing exactly what her destination was - the old hut that was once used by Hogwarts groundskeeper a few decades ago. There were animals kept in the hut, now, and a few outside of it. But the ones outside did not involve her; the ones inside did.
As she hurried up the three steps, she grabbed the handle and, instinctively, looked over her right shoulder to see if anyone could see her. After seeing no one, she opened the door and slipped inside, closing it quickly behind her. Turning, she saw what looked like young Cockatrices and Chimeras in cages. A small smirk fell upon her face as she pulled out her wand and pointed it at one of the cages, "Finite inflamara," she spoke, and soon the animal was alit with a white-hot flame that she sent to the other cages, all of the creatures meeting the same, cruel fate the first did. Opening the door, she ran out of the hut containing the shrill shrieks of the creatures burning to death inside the hut, watching smoke come out of the open window as the fire began to spread. Running down the steps, the girl hid behind the giant pumpkins and waited to see the hut burn down, as instructed.
And on the handle of the old hut, now starting to burn down, was a black balloon - tied tightly to mark the death inside.
((Now, who wants to come and save Hagrid's old hut?))
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Post by ...Really Bad Eggs... on May 2, 2006 1:38:24 GMT -5
As per usual Jake was cutting class to be outside, he was, however, sitting, undetected, under a tree watching the 3rd year’s Qudditch practise. He was well away from any goings on that were happening at Hagrid’s hut right then, so as Macaria was setting alight the cabin, Jake was mentally instructing the small 3rd year keeper to go this, or that way to save the goal. The only thing was the 3rd year couldn’t hear him and some how always ended up going the other way.
Yawning and stretching he stood up, this was getting pretty boring. Deciding to go for a walk around the back of the lake, where no teachers would see him from the castle, he walked off. It wasn’t as hot today as the rest of the week had been, in fact it was warm and dry but the clouds overhead were predicting rain some time in the next couple of hours. However Jake wasn’t worried about being caught in a storm and so he continued walking until he was nearer the forbidden forest that the Qudditch stadium. However it was just then that a torrent of black smoke rose from somewhere just behind the forest, in the direction of the old caretaker’s home.
Frowning Jake started to pick up his pace, he sprinted over to the hut to see the whole structure set alight and a disgusting smell of burning flesh emanating off the building. Jake’s first thoughts were not to who’d done it, but more over to putting the fire out. He drew his wand.
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Post by ring_junkie on May 2, 2006 14:06:49 GMT -5
Dylan was marking. He had set his sixth-years an essay over the weekend, and now he had the job of going through them, hopefully handing them back to his class as he'd said, on Wednesday. He paused, brushing the end of his pheasant-feather quill over his chin as he thought, and letting his eyes wander over to the window. It was a rather ambiguous point... He could see what the student meant, but, then again, he knew them - it was whether an examiner would that mattered. He sighed, deciding that it was better to be a harsh marker than a soft one; that way the students would go up a few marks in the exam, rather than down, which was always disappointing. About to mark a small, red cross in the margin, next to the point the student had written, Dylan's left hand paused, hovering above the paper, his eyes still on the window. Was he imagining it, or was there a thick, black cloud of smoke issuing from near the forest, where Hagrid's old hut was...? He got to his feet and moved over to the window, peering out, a slight frown creasing his forehead. He definitely wasn't imagining it. There was smoke - and it wouldn't hurt to check what its source was.
The Charms teacher left his office, which was only on the first floor, descended the main staircase into the entrance hall, and left the castle through the huge, oak front doors, heading over to the forest. As he drew nearer, a powerful smell hit him - that of meat cooking, mixed with burning feathers - always an unpleasant smell - and slightly damp wood burning. What was going on? He could hear the roaring and crackling of flames.
Dylan rounded a part of the forest that jutted out from the rest, concealing Hagrid's hut from view, and stopped in his tracks, staring at the sight just in front of him. Fire... and lots of it. He hated fire. Swallowing, he took a little step backwards, then noticed another figure next to him - Jake Higgs - standing with his wand out. Blinking a few times and dismissing the immediate assumption that came to him with the thought that the fire needed to be put out and the hut, or what was left of it, saved, Dylan took out his own wand. The colour of the flames indicated that they were not natural, but magically induced, and therefore doubtlessly caused by the 'incendio' charm, or one of its cousins.
"Fin-finite incantatem!" he exclaimed, flicking his wand firmly at the fire and watching as it disappeared; though the hut had been burnt badly and was now left as a smouldering shell of the building it had once used to be. A little paler than usual, Dylan pushed his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose, then stopped, noticing the remnants of a black balloon lying on the grass, having burst from the heat of the fire near it. The sight seemed oddly forboding... Trying to dismiss this thought, he directed his wand at the hut again, non-verbally using the water charm 'aguamenti' to cool down the wreckage with a jet of water.
That done, he turned to Jake, keeping a bit of a distance so that he didn't have to look up at one of his students, who was, unfortunately, taller than he was by several inches. "What happened?" he asked, keeping his voice devoid of suspicion until he had further reason to suspect Jake of doing it.
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Post by ...Really Bad Eggs... on May 2, 2006 14:32:33 GMT -5
Before Jake could recite anything to put out the flames another voice sounded from behind him, he looked around to see the stuttary Charms professor behind him with his wand raised. Lowering his own Jake watched as Professor Llewellyn put out the flames and then doused the wreckage with water.
"What happened?"
Jake tried to think of an appropriate response, knowing the time he was taking up made him seem guiltier. If he told him why he’d been there the professor would know he was cutting class, but the teacher probably thought that already and getting the blame for that wouldn’t be as bad as being kicked out of Hogwarts. Finally he decided a simple response would be the best one, “It wasn’t me,” he said.
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Post by ring_junkie on May 2, 2006 14:53:10 GMT -5
Dylan blinked, momentarily taken aback, and put away his wand. "W-well, I... I-I never said it was you, Mr Higgs," he said, glancing from the Slytherin to the burnt hut and back, and hating how inferior he sounded with his stammer. Added to that, it was mostly the Slytherins who made fun of his Welsh accent. That house was not one to be trusted, and Dylan didn't entirely believe Jake's 'answer' to his question - ninety per cent of him did believe Jake, but the rest of him held suspicions. Why had he been the only one there, standing with his wand out in front of the burning hut when Dylan had arrived?
"I asked you what happened," he continued, concentrating hard on each word so that he didn't stutter - though, of course, that didn't always work, "and-and then you can kindly explain to me why you aren't in lessons."
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Post by Macaria Riddle on May 3, 2006 16:29:32 GMT -5
Everything seemed to going smoothly. The thick, black clouds that smelled of burning flesh and fur were rising quickly and in big clumps into the blue sky above Hogwarts, and the animal screams had died down along with their sources. Macaria gave a deep sigh of relief and wiped the beads of sweat forming on her forehead. She had been nervous, of course, and wondered if her father would recognize this act. I mean ... would he? Or would it go unnoticed? And the part about the black balloon - Macaria liked it. She would leave that as her calling card, almost like the calling card Jack the Ripper had used. But ... the Ripper had used a simple letter signed with his alias, "Jack the Ripper," but then again, every good villian had a calling card.
In fact, her father had one, if she really thought about it. It was causing a new form of destruction and mayhem once a year when Potter was still in school. Grinning, she placed her wand in the inside pocket of her robes and giggled a bit. Oh, to be placed on the same level of speech as her father ... just the thought was tempting and so very mysterious. Bringing her hands to girlishly cover her mouth, she grinned in excitement, trying so hard not to squeal at the simple idea. But then the sound of a simple spell putting out this flame made Macaria's eyes grow wide as her plan crumbled before her very eyes as she whipped around to see two people extinguishing her plan.
"Fin-finite incantatem!"
Bollocks! Wanker! Tosser! Ruddy! Bloody! Shit! No!!! Her priceless, and near-perfect, plan!! It had taken her weeks to come up with the first strike, and it had been ruined by her Charms professor, and that elder Slytherin from the common room who couldn't keep it in his pants! Curse them both, damn them to hell!! She listened as Professor Llewellyn questioned Jake and she arched a brow, listening carefully to every word spoken.
"What happened?"
"It wasn’t me."
"W-well, I... I-I never said it was you, Mr Higgs. I asked you what happened. And-and then you can kindly explain to me why you aren't in lessons."
Macaria listened, moving a bit to the left of the pumpkins to hear better when a twig behind her snapped, and her body immediately hit the ground, army-crawling to the other side of the pumpkins, farther away from them.
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Post by ...Really Bad Eggs... on May 7, 2006 16:16:13 GMT -5
"W-well, I... I-I never said it was you, Mr Higgs. I asked you what happened. And-and then you can kindly explain to me why you aren't in lessons."
Jake turned to the professor, “I was in lesson… then I had to come out cause,” he tried to think up a good excuse, “Cause… I had… to… - okay I was cutting class, it was boring. The hut was on fire, I came to try and put it out… a little gratitude would be appreciated you know?” he said.
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Post by ring_junkie on May 7, 2006 16:22:15 GMT -5
"Yes, yes, alright... but-but you still shouldn't be cutting class." Dylan thought for a moment, then said, "Five points from Slytherin for being out of lessons - it would be more if you weren't here, trying to put out the-the fire."
Dylan glanced over his shoulder at the snapping of a twig, but thought it was an animal of some kind - he had no idea that it was in fact the young daughter of Lord Voldemort.
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Post by Jaeger Kaitlyn Riddle on May 8, 2006 16:12:59 GMT -5
Jaeger stood in the bushes watching the hut burn to the ground. She smirked and held back a evil laugh. She figured this must have had something to do with her sister, Macaria. When she spotted Macaria by the pumpkins, Kait knew she was right and felt a surge of pride. Quietly she went over to congratulate Macaria, but when she was nearly there she accidentally stepped on a twig and it broke. Resisting a groan, Kait continued on toward her sister, who was army crawling, she finally caught up to her. She tapped Macaria on the shoulder and whispered into her ear "Did you do this?" A large smile was on her face as she watched Macaria closely for an answer.
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