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 Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 3:09 pm
*Appears to notice Vambre's touch at last, habitually conditioned to subconsciously accept it through years of friendship, and violently yanks his arms away with a noise of disgust*
*Swings his wand back at Devlin, chucking a stunning hex with a burst of light*
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 3:12 pm
*Produces his own wand as Clay references their last match, unbothered as Corvus wrenches away from him* Why, are you jealous, you filthy canine? Wishing to find yourself put to sleep like all dangerous beasts?
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 3:15 pm
*Frowning as he shoots scarlet sparks from his own wand - not at the Slytherins, but instead towards the castle towers in an attempt to signal a teacher of the altercation*
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 3:20 pm
Devlin listened to Jamie then tilted his head. Big, yeah, but what'd that matter? And ugly? Well he wasn't really one to... but yeah... put the guy in a dress and it'd be a disaster.
"Mate, what's that got to do with kicking his a** at Quidditch? We've gone up against bigger...." Devlin imagined some graduated students they'd faced in years previous, putting them all in a frilly dress. Blech. "And uglier too- oh there we go!"
With a cat-got-the-canary grin, Devlin flicked his already downard pointing wand at the grass, transfiguring the shoots into a half a dozen somewhat thick, winding vines. Half of them twisted together at once and blocked the spell, which he was too close to to dodge, and the others shot straight towards Corvus and Vambre.
"Hell yeah! Take that!" Devlin shifted backwards a step and resumed his bouncing in the same movement.
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 3:29 pm
Hey - what the ********!
*Staggers and topples backwards as the grass vines gather around his ankles and yank away his balance; hits the field with a loud thwmph! and a snarl of outrage*
*Draws himself up on an elbow and fires off another spell, a hot whoosh of fire spreading across the impromptu barrier of grass protecting the Gryffindor*
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 3:37 pm
"It's call trans-fig-ur-ation" Devlin said slowly, too intent in the duel to pay much attention to what was being said around him, then laughed boyishly again.
"Yaaaa.....!" He exclaimed as the fire burned away his barrier and plowed on through, catching his pants on fire and briefly burning the tips of his fingers. "..aaaaaalp! Aguamenti!"
Water splashed from the sky and onto his head, leaving his blonde hair plastered to his skull and his clothes soaking wet and sticking to his skin.
"Ah! You got me!" He shook his hand and sucked on his fingers, parts of his bare leg showing reddened skin. He laughed again then and raised his wand, transfiguring more grass into smaller vines that were intent at grasping onto limbs and clothing to restrain, but not squeeze or choke.
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 3:40 pm
Last time I checked the only dangerous beast you've ever been around is your dad. *Finally lets out a low warning growl* Course, I'm sure the therapy's doing wonders.
He raised you proper, right?
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 3:46 pm
*Avoids the vines of grass with a simple blocking spell, ignoring Corvus's tangled plight, instead focusing intently on Clay*
Naturally; he taught me everything he knows. Incidentally, so did Bellatrix Lestrange... *lowers his voice into a hiss* Argento!
*A thick splatter of liquid silver splashes Clay in the face, dripping strands gliding across his clothing and seeping into the waistband of his pants*
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 3:54 pm
* Not again, he thinks before he found himself jerking back and nearly knocking Jamie over. He snarls in pain and struggles not to claw at himself. He knows it will only make it worse.*
You ******** coward. *Lunges suddenly at Vambre with the full intent of slamming the other down onto the ground. He can't focus enough to use magic so physical strength will have to do*
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 3:56 pm
"Ahaha! A little 'tied up,' mate?" Devlin laughed, but made a noise of surprise as he saw the other spell go past, turning to watch the silver fluid splash on Clay.
"YOU MOTHER ********!" With a scream that was more of a hiss, Devlin threw down his wand and launched himself at Vambre along with Clay, fists poised and eyes suddenly clouded over with disgust.
He didn't give a ********, he didn't ******** care if this guy kicked his a** and ruined him because he was dumb enough to throw away his wand when he'd probably be more useful with it, he was pissed. If he'd had claws in this form he'd be tempted to rip this guy's face off.
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 4:09 pm
Oy! *Conjures a shimmering light blue shield of magic that spreads between the charging Gryffindors and their laughing target, flicking her wrist so that the force bumps Vambre off his feet to silence his laughter*
Potter, Dolohov, take Livingstone to the hospital wing. Wildsmith, and two obligatory Slytherin bastards, get up and come with me.
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 4:14 pm
Professor Sol, wait. *Comes across the pitch, looking more irritated than brooding. It's a nice change of pace for him.*
I'll deal with Mr. Mulciber and Mr. Goyle, if you don't mind... They're already serving detentions and I don't want it getting mixed up with others.... *Watches the two with a "wth, you guys" look.*
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 4:14 pm
Devlin smacked into the shield and fell to the ground, but scrambled up almost instantly and began punching it with all his might at an effort to get to Vamrbre.
"YOU PIECE OF SH- MOTHER F- YOUR MOTHER WAS A- YOUR DAD SUCKS HIPPOGRIFF-" And so on and so on, his eyes wild, not stopping even as he began to hurt his fists against the shield.
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 4:26 pm
*Looking through the marbled blue shield as though he too wants to attack it*
Get you later, you piece of trash.
*Seizes Clay by the shoulders* Come on, Clay -- knock it off, you'll only let the silver set in worse.
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 4:28 pm
*Glances at Theo before giving a fluid shrug of the shoulder* Sure.
*Frowns as Devlin continues to pound at the shield, stepping forward and placing a hand on his shoulder* Wildsmith, knock it off!
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