Post by Wolf on Nov 2, 2014 23:53:15 GMT -8
[attr="class","guh"]A POCKET FULL OF
STARS
STARS
[attr="class","guhh"]A POCKET FULL OF
STARS
STARS
The falling night cloaked Hogwarts in a shroud of darkness and allured its inhabitants into a blissful repose – that is, most of the inhabitants. Far away from the moon's watchful gaze, underneath the bowels of the school and within the dungeons, a student's nightmare reaching its climax. Upon the bronze-soaked corridor, shadows danced. Massless marionettes puppetted by the emerald hued torch flames. The only other source of illumination was an eldritch lumos that cast a much larger, more distinct shadow on the damp stone floor.
Within the perpetual shifting labyrinth of ancient hallways, the slow dripping of water reverberated throughout, as somewhere the Great Lake was leaking into the school. And hidden within the eerie silence was a throated scream. A bundle of cloth was levitated up and down and twirled around in the air, a flailing second year wrapped inside it. Her little face contorted into anguish, tears cascading from hazel orbs that were disguised by leaks when they met with the floor. The perpetrator was robed in silver and green, courtesy to a simple glamour charm.
A mischievous sparkle gleamed upon Charlie’s jade eyes as he let the twelve year old perform a majestic series of acrobatic feats. Although he would’ve done so anyways regardless of whether it was permitted, as a perk of being a Ravenclaw prefect, he was allowed to wander around the corridors after curfew. Not that anyone would've been able to distinguish his true identity: the metamorphmagus currently appeared as a student he’d seen earlier in the day, his uniform adjusted accordingly to their House of cunning.
A maniacal smile had arched its way across his disguised face, as he watched the little girl’s mouth open and close, like a confused little fish. The streams of tears delighted him. Maybe he’ll even let her free in the morning with all her bones still intact within her body. In his euphoria were pent up emotions that over the course of the week, had been accumulating into a pressurized lethal ball of sadism. The hardest part was keeping his appearance stable, with all his sentiments flying around in chaos.
It was his turn to patrol the dungeons and had had the fortune to stumble across the rule breaker. The subject in question was a disgusting little mudblood of a name he would never bother to recall. He saw the opportunity and seized it. A single Disarming Charm was all it took for him to start his fun.
He’d only been at it for about ten minutes now, and already she was sobbing her head off. A portion of his mind hoped dearly that this night would be enough to traumatize the little shit and for her to write home to her dumb muggle parents to pull her out of school, and out of the wizarding world altogether. If not, well, at least he’d succeeded in his duties as a Prefect and applied discipline to where it was due.
A vampire on blood, he reveled in her misery. It was a particular spot of genius if he did say so himself to lace that incendio with bluebell flames. The look on her face when the seemingly harmless fire began to feast upon her clothes was something he would be bringing with him to sleep every night for the rest of the week.
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edit: because I see a lot of people reading this thread, I just want to let you know that if you're ever up for a hp one-on-one, then don't hesitate to ask me for one! if I'm not in the midst of exams, then 10/10 times I will say yes. <3
Within the perpetual shifting labyrinth of ancient hallways, the slow dripping of water reverberated throughout, as somewhere the Great Lake was leaking into the school. And hidden within the eerie silence was a throated scream. A bundle of cloth was levitated up and down and twirled around in the air, a flailing second year wrapped inside it. Her little face contorted into anguish, tears cascading from hazel orbs that were disguised by leaks when they met with the floor. The perpetrator was robed in silver and green, courtesy to a simple glamour charm.
A mischievous sparkle gleamed upon Charlie’s jade eyes as he let the twelve year old perform a majestic series of acrobatic feats. Although he would’ve done so anyways regardless of whether it was permitted, as a perk of being a Ravenclaw prefect, he was allowed to wander around the corridors after curfew. Not that anyone would've been able to distinguish his true identity: the metamorphmagus currently appeared as a student he’d seen earlier in the day, his uniform adjusted accordingly to their House of cunning.
A maniacal smile had arched its way across his disguised face, as he watched the little girl’s mouth open and close, like a confused little fish. The streams of tears delighted him. Maybe he’ll even let her free in the morning with all her bones still intact within her body. In his euphoria were pent up emotions that over the course of the week, had been accumulating into a pressurized lethal ball of sadism. The hardest part was keeping his appearance stable, with all his sentiments flying around in chaos.
It was his turn to patrol the dungeons and had had the fortune to stumble across the rule breaker. The subject in question was a disgusting little mudblood of a name he would never bother to recall. He saw the opportunity and seized it. A single Disarming Charm was all it took for him to start his fun.
He’d only been at it for about ten minutes now, and already she was sobbing her head off. A portion of his mind hoped dearly that this night would be enough to traumatize the little shit and for her to write home to her dumb muggle parents to pull her out of school, and out of the wizarding world altogether. If not, well, at least he’d succeeded in his duties as a Prefect and applied discipline to where it was due.
A vampire on blood, he reveled in her misery. It was a particular spot of genius if he did say so himself to lace that incendio with bluebell flames. The look on her face when the seemingly harmless fire began to feast upon her clothes was something he would be bringing with him to sleep every night for the rest of the week.
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edit: because I see a lot of people reading this thread, I just want to let you know that if you're ever up for a hp one-on-one, then don't hesitate to ask me for one! if I'm not in the midst of exams, then 10/10 times I will say yes. <3
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