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Post by Cwen Bodicea Gewissae on Sept 12, 2012 15:27:39 GMT 1
The day was as exciting as any other, which was to say not very exciting at all. There was much to do and a lot going on. But it had all gotten quite repititive by Cwen's fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
It had taken her three years to actually realize there was an opposing force Defence against the Dark Arts. Professor Gryffindor had made the Dark Arts seem ancient and distant as though it no longer existed. She imagined that that was his goal after all.
At any rate, she had begun to study them in her third year. Out of pure curiousity of course. It was while studying Dark Arts and their practitioners that she met a Slytherin boy named Owen. Though everyone called him Ollie. He was most unlike other Slytherin students which was what drew Cwen's attention to him.
Cwen turned off the tub once the water had reached the place she wanted it to. She heard footfalls outside the door but thought nothing of them as she put her wand down upon a sink and approached the tub of water calmly. Just as she undid a button on her blue dress, there was a blasting noise from behind her.
Startled, Cwen jumped around and nearly slipped into the tub of water. She steadied herself as a boy advanced on her threateningly. Cwen saw that the door had been blasted open behind him. She backed away, glancing at her wand which was behind him as well. Hesitantly, Cwen tried to assert authority. "Y- you're not a prefect!" Cwen had never met the boy before but she knew well who he was. |
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Post by Orion R. Malfoy on Sept 12, 2012 16:20:12 GMT 1
Ollie lay on his small bed in his dorm room. He cradled a photograph of his girlfriend, Cwen Granger, over his stomach. He watched her smile and move across the photo quietly. He began to wonder what his father and brother would say if they knew about his love. Ollie had fantasies of boldly opposing their prejudiced beliefs. He could not imagine how his brother would truly react. He did not want to imagine that. The thought was not allowed in his mind. Ollie was certain nothing tragic could happen to him.
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Draco was immensely bored. He wanted to corner another Mudblood. But the instant he left the dormitory, he was bombarded by other Slytherin students trying to follow him everywhere. Some just wanted to be friends others knew of his violent acts and wanted to join him. Draco threw the small Snitch he was holding and it struck another Slytherin boy in the arm. The boy cried out and glared at Draco threateningly. Draco's wand had been in his other hand. "Make a move, Carrow, I dare you to." The other boy mumbled something to himself and left the dormitory in a hurry. 'coward,' Draco thought to himself. He stood up and decided he would follow Carrow and hex him for being a bloody coward. Trundling out of the dormitory, Draco saw Carrow ahead and cackled madly as he bounded forward and cast a hex at Carrow. The coward slipped and crashed into the ground as his face was wildly disfigured by the hex. Draco noticed he was standing in a doorway to one of the boy's dormitories and turned to look inside his younger brother's room.
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Ollie heard his brother cast a spell. But he did not realize the other Malfoy was so close to him already. Ollie looked up and saw his brother looking at him through the doorway. Ollie hastily sat up and hid his photograph of Cwen under his pillow. Ollie turned back toward the door and grinned at his brother innocently. His cheeks grew red with anger at his own lack of confidence.
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Draco lifted an eyebrow at the sight of his little brother stuffing some curious artifact away as he noticed him. Draco walked into the room and advanced on his brother swiftly. He leapt forward and ripped the photograph from under his brother's pillow. He held the torn parchment in front of him and gaped at the girl on the front of it. Draco knew the face and name of every Mudblood in the school. He made it his duty to harass every last one. Draco had never met the Granger but he had harassed her before. Draco looked down at his brother questioningly.
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Ollie could tell he was in trouble when his brother started advancing on him. He yelled and tried to take the photo from Draco, but it ripped into halves and he lost his grip upon it. Ollie could tell from his brother's face that he knew the girl in the portrait. When his brother looked down at him, Ollie couldn't meet his gaze. He looked down between his legs at the ground below him.
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Draco shook his head at his brother's reaction. He instantly understood the body language. "Don't worry, Ollie. I'll purify your name." Draco pointed his wand at the portrait, "Incendio," flame consumed the parchment and Draco was gone before the flames died. He bounded through the halls and corridors like a man possessed. Every one of his friends that he saw, he inquired about Cwen's location. Most were the same; check the library.
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Ollie watched as the portrait burned. Fear overwhelmed him as he realized the actual possibilities that his brother might act out. The younger Slytherin was rooted to the bed in immense terror. He considered allowing his brother do what he would do. Ollie lied, saying that he would just talk to Cwen and tell her to stay away from him and Ollie would probably have to beg forgiveness from his father. But he knew how his brother's mind worked, murder would be his tool. Draco never brought father into his own business. Ollie lay back down on his bed, unsure what to do. He wanted to save Cwen, but was afraid to stand up to his brother.
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Draco arrived at the library and inquired to the librarian, who he had charmed throughout the years, she told him anything he wanted to know. The librarian admitted that Cwen had only just left moments earlier. Draco left the library and ran to the Ravenclaw tower, hoping to catch the girl before she returned to her common room. He did not find her on the way and he saw a Slytherin girl peering at him with a knowing look. She called, "Which one?" Draco drifted closer to her and smiled sweetly at her. "Granger, " He whispered in response. The girl returned his smiled and answered, "The prefect's bathroom." Draco blew a kiss to the girl and sped off towar the Fifth floor.
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Ollie had of course, memorised Cwen's schedule by now. She always followed it unless she was immensely tired. He knew exactly where she would be at this time. He stood up and went to the door to the dormitory. His knees gave way beneath him and Ollie propped himself up against the doorframe. He looked down the hall with a terrified expression. No one could help him. He had to do this alone. Steeling himself, Ollie straightened his legs and began to walk swiftly toward the Prefect's bathroom. Hoping to beat his brother there.
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Draco's breathing had grown heavy by the time he reached the Prefect's bathroom on the Fifth floor. He had no patience for lockpicking at this point and simply blew the door in with a quick flourish and, "Confringo!" Striding past the wreckage, Draco bore down upon the girl inside. He instantly recognized her face from the portrait. Wand in hand, Draco trained it on her chest. Draco ignored her statement and with a calm that was not signalled on his face, he asked. "Do you regret it?" With a flick of his wrist, he threateningly urged her to answer.
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Post by Cwen Bodicea Gewissae on Sept 12, 2012 16:49:10 GMT 1
Not surprising to her, he was not here to benefit from the Prefect's bathroom. Cwen's eyes stared timidly at Draco's wand. The girl could barely duel with a wand. Without one she was utterly hopeless. His question confused her but her analytical mind jumped to conclusion about the meaning instantly. Hopefully, he meant the fact that she was a mudblood and thus was a 'thief' of magical ability. As that would only mean that she would be threatened and verbally harassed but not permanently injured. She could tell from his exhaustion that he must have been searching the castle for her in particular. And his anger that it was more than just an occassion of pureblood posturing.
Fearing the worst, Cwen fell to her knees when he made the threatening wand movement. She guessed the meaning behind his question had to do with her relationship with his younger brother. In response, Cwen shook her head. She could not even think of regretting such a thing. Unsurprisingly but not any less painful because of it, Cwen was thrown back and collided with the wall. She looked helplessly across the room toward her wand once more. What was going to happen? she wondered. Her fear was answered by the beginning of his next incantation. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Orion R. Malfoy on Sept 12, 2012 17:17:30 GMT 1
Ollie scaled the staircases to the Fifth floor. As he went, fantasies of defeating his brother in combat filled his head. He started to gather speed as he went. After a moment he came to the corridor of the Prefect's bathroom. Exhausted, he began to walk toward the door until he realised it was blasted open. Ollie exhaled loudly and took off at a stride once more. He turned into the door and saw his brother throwing Cwen against a wall. "Stop!" Ollie cried out instantly, he did not even realise that his wand was in his hand until he pointed it at Draco.
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Draco watched as the pathetic mudblood melted before his frightening visage. Disgusting, was the thought that ran through his head. She at least had the courage to accept that she didn't regret what she had done. He would have never done the same in her position. "Since you will not even stand before your adjudicator, I declare you defeated." Draco stepped forward and pulled her by the hair into the wall behind her. "AVADA!" Draco turned to his brother and stared wide-eyed at him.
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Ollie stared at Cwen's terrified form on the far wall. He forgot all his fears at the sight of her in danger. The spell that Draco had prepared for her excited Ollie's rage. With wild eyes, he struck before his brother even turned to face him. "Flagrante!" The spell struck Draco's wand which was exactly what Ollie had intended to strike. Ollie looked down at the lone wand next to him and took it up. He guessed that it must be Cwen so he rolled it across the ground to her.
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Draco's wand grew hot in his hand. He shook his wand-hand for a moment but it only took him a moment before he uttered the counter curse for the Flagrante curse. But by this time, Draco had two wands pointed at him. He flourished his want at his brother even as he dived to the side, "Protego!"
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Post by Cwen Bodicea Gewissae on Sept 12, 2012 17:28:58 GMT 1
Cwen was too horrified to peel her eyes away from her own wand as he began to incant the killing curse. She did not realize Ollie had joined them until Ollie's familiar voice called out. Cwen looked up at Draco who was beginning to turn away from her. She tried to strike at him with her fingernails but he had already dove to the side by that point. Cwen returned to her feet as swiftly as her adrenaline allowed. She bent low and retrieved her wand as it skidded across the floor to her. Cwen was upset that her wand was treated in such a manner but there were more important things to worry about.
Cwen turned to Draco as he lay across the floor. She pointed her wand at his prone body and cast a non-verbal Incendio spell. She grew hopeful when the fire took hold of his large cloak. Cwen looked to Ollie, she wanted to run but didn't want to leave him behind if he didn't realize she left. Cwen began to cross the room toward Ollie. She didn't want to see him fight but even she was forced to duck as Draco counter attacked against them.
"Owen!" Cwen called out to him as she was struck in the head by the leg of a chair that levitated toward them. Cwen collapsed onto the floor in front of her, losing balance because of the blow. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Orion R. Malfoy on Sept 12, 2012 17:48:31 GMT 1
Ollie was forced to duck as a reductor curse flew over his head. He wasted no time in following up on Cwen's incendio spell. He slashed his wand and cried, "Diffindo!" The severing charm struck Draco full in the chest and also left a gash in the Seventh year's arm. Ollie heard Cwen scream his name. His gaze went to her as she was struck by the chair. Growing even more angry, Ollie used the same reductor curse his brother used on a chair that was meant for him. The chair fell harmlessly before Ollie in many different pieces. Ollie aimed his wand at his brother again, now standing he slashed madly. "Diffindo! Diffindo! Diffindo!"
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Draco was still able to retaliate with a quick non-veral Diffindo of his own. He also followed it up by incanting, "Crucio!" Though by the time he cast the spell, he was bleeding profusely and could not sustain the pain-inducing spell for very long. Draco turned to tending to his own wounds. He pulled himself up to a sitting position but had no sooner done so before he fell unconcious and slid back down the wall.
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The severing charm caught Ollie's wand-hand and he dropped his wand to the floor. The crucio, though short, was fuelled by his brother's immense hatred. Ollie stumbled for a second but regained his wits before he collapsed. Ollie stared at his brother's bleeding body with wide eyes. Had I done this? Ollie asked himself. He picked up his wand quickly and extinguished the flames on his brother's cloak. He looked at his brother's blood and tears began to run down his face. "You fool."
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Post by Cwen Bodicea Gewissae on Sept 12, 2012 18:15:48 GMT 1
Cwen recoiled from the feel of the cold floor immediately. She lifted herself up so that she was on her hands and knees and coughed to get a bit of dust out of her mouth. As she silently recovered from the blow to her head, the roar of the battlers behind her was the only thing that she could hear. Cwen saw that her wand was on the floor by her side and she gripped it tightly in her right hand as she got up and turned toward the scene of the battle.
She witnessed Ollie strick his brother repeatedly with the severing charm. She could barely look at the blood-drenched Draco. Stumbling slightly, she came up behind Ollie and put a hand on his shoulder. She ducked under his arm and leaned against him. Mostly to steady herself. She looked at Draco's face but avoided looking at his blood. His eyes were firmly shut. Cwen looked up at Ollie, any thoughts that he shared the bloodlust of his brother were dashed by the sincere horror etched on his face.
Cwen pushed Ollie toward one of the few chairs that was unlevitated by Draco's spells. She sat him in it and turned to Draco. She looked at him cautiously for a moment. The older student made a groaning sound in immense pain and Cwen reacted immediately, she pointed her wand at the Slytherin boy and scarlet light emission came from her wand and struck his chest. Now stunned, Cwen approached him and fell to her knees. She began to chant softly as though singing. Healing the worst of his wounds as best she could. She regretted to find that her spell had burned him rather heavily. Expulsion, the word kept coming up in her mind.
After stopping the majority of Draco's bleeding, Cwen removed her stunning spell and backed away from the seventh year. She hoped he would survive but would not be terribly sorry if he did not.
She returned to Ollie and pulled his arm around her neck again and tried to get him to stand. "Come on. We have to go." Cwen pulled at Ollie gently, trying to urge him to stand. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Orion R. Malfoy on Sept 14, 2012 9:05:08 GMT 1
Ollie repeated the words again at a whisper. It could not be certain if he was refering to himself or the wounded Draco. Though it was likely the both of them. He did not want his brother to die. But could do nothing but watch; frozen in place. He was certain he was incapable of drawing breath and that he would die with his brother in that room.
Something pushed him and Ollie's trance was broken. He looked down at Cwen. He instantly remembered why he had cut his brother down in the first place and the urge to take the older siblings throat flashed dangerously in his mind. He fell into a chair and watched, now unable to feel one way or the other for the scene before him. For Ollie, loyalty to Draco or Cwen raged in his heart.
Ollie climbed to his feet, resolved to finish the job he had started even as Cwen bent by Draco's side and began to heal him. Ollie was immensely surprised by Cwen's actions that he stopped in his tracks and fell back into his seat with exhaustion. He watched as Cwen healed Draco. He wondered what was going through her mind to compel her to heal someone who had tried to kill her moments before.
While in thought, he hadn't noticed that Cwen had risen and come over to him. She was pulling him, trying to get him to rise. Ollie looked at her head tucked under his shoulder, his mouth hung open. "Yes. Sure." Was his dry response. Ollie got up and made for the exit to the bathroom.
They had only gotten a halfway down the corridor when the sound of hurried footfalls could be heard behind them. Ollie quickly turned and pulled Cwen into an empty room nearby. He closed the door behind him and barred it with a spell. Ollie pulled Cwen to the side and sat on a chair, exhaustion still hanging above his head.
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Post by Cwen Bodicea Gewissae on Sept 14, 2012 11:02:58 GMT 1
The stench of blood now behind them confined to that room, Cwen followed alongside Ollie, pulling to her as tightly as she could. When Cwen recognized the sound of approaching steps behind them from an adjacent corridor, her hands clenched tigher; one onto Ollie's cloak the other around her wand.
Cwen could feel the accusatory eyes of one of the founders boring into her already. She tried to turn her head back to see behind them but Ollie's arm was in the way and he was pulling her toward an empty room.
Cwen gulped in fear, she didn't like being so close to the scene of their struggle with Draco. They would surely be found out in this room. When Ollie pulled her away from the door, Cwen followed him obediantly and sat in his lap when he sat down. She lay her head in his chest and put an arm around his neck.
She couldn't hear what was happening out in the hallway any longer, Cwen wondered if that was her andrenaline at work or a product of Ollie's enchantment at the door. At any rate, it didn't work to calm her. Shaking, Cwen tried to focus on Ollie's beating heart. Though the rate of his breathing only reminded her of their predicament.
Cwen looked up at Ollie. His tire was evident to her. Without much thought, Cwen rose in his lap and kissed his cheek lightly. The display of affection she made calmed her. She noticed Ollie's teary eyes when she had finished kissing him. Her own eyes grew moist and she put her head down. Ashamed at the kiss she had forced on him at such a time as this. She began to wonder how well the two brothers normally got along. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Orion R. Malfoy on Sept 15, 2012 3:13:20 GMT 1
Ollie stared at the locked door. His face expressionless for a time. He couldn't believe that he had actually wanted to kill his own brother. He felt disgusted with himself and his name and his family. Was he really no better than all the other Slytherin? Ollie wondered if his brother would survive the ordeal, the wounds inflicted upon him were grievous. He only hoped that Cwen's healing ability had been preformed impeccably. As he looked down at her pressing her face against him, Ollie's mind jump to a most grim possibility. What if Cwen hadn't healed him but killed him.
Ollie's mind recoiled in horror at the thought. He instantly dismissed it as impossible but its effect on his personal respect in himself was shattered. Ollie gave a hopeless cry. He was not worthy of Cwen's kindness and he knew it. If Draco did survive, what then? How long until he tried to murder Cwen again? Ollie began to weep heavily when she kissed his cheek. His cry would undoubtedly be heard from the corridor.
"Over the lies, you'll be strong." Ollie choked on his sobs and got up from the seat. "You'll be rich in love and you will carry on. But no" He paused and walked to the door slowly. He put his head against it. "Oh no. No you won't be mine." For a moment, Ollie stood still with his head against the crack in the door and the doorframe. He couldn't bear to look at Cwen. The desire to murder his own brother came back to his mind; the rest of his family as well. He knew that he wasn't going to get the chance to do that now.
Ollie opened his mouth to explain that he would take blame for the incident and do what he could to stop Draco's rage, if the blacked out Seventh year even recalled what had occured. But Ollie couldn't find words.
Without so much as a farewell, Ollie dispelled his charm on the door and grumbled a quick, almost inaudible, "Stay here." The Slytherin boy pulled the door open and stepped outside. He headed back down the corridor toward the Prefect's bathroom. He heard someone yelling frantically to call the healer. Ollie feared and hoped for the worst at the same time. He no longer considered his brother kin. "I did it," Ollie admitted to the Founder that stood closest to his position. He looked at his brother's unmoving body. "We wanted to scare a Mudblood. It got away. I accidently hit my brother."
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