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Post by hannahabbott on Mar 27, 2012 5:24:47 GMT -5
Hannah decided to pipe up in class to show that she had some idea about the class and she felt like showing the others how to behave properly in class. She had always thought that professors needed to be stricter about bullying. “A Unicorn has a classification of XXXX to the power of fourteen. Which means they are dangerous, requires specialist knowledge and a skilled witch or wizard may handle,” said Hannah feeling satisfied with her answer. Who knew paying attention in magizoology would be come in handy. Maybe that year of homeschooling had done something after all.
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Post by antony on Mar 27, 2012 12:10:36 GMT -5
Antony just surveyed the teacher with a cool, critical eye, but he didn't do anything other than lift his chin, a grey expression flickering in his eyes. Doubtless to say he had expected the man's response to the situation, and his words were like those of a script: rehearsed, flat, like he had literally memorized whatever it was this morning and tried it out on the class in the hopes that it would, perhaps, get them to respect and obey him, or impress them at the very least. He would be sorely disappointed with this bunch, if that was the case. Still, he was the teacher, and Antony obeyed, gliding over to stand by the other boys, placing himself deliberately next to Benedict. There was no ghostly smirk on his face, but there didn't need to be.
"The fact that you believe yourself to be free of such 'subtext' is never going to cease being amusing," the Slytherin said calmly, keeping his voice low, a level that no one but the defect would hear. "What are you doing but exerting your own arrogance onto the situation, outlining what is acceptable and what is not only by your own narrow standards?" He jerked his head towards the professor. "Such arrogance is his job, and not yours." Francium, he added in his head. And water. He is the explosive force, the reactant, and I am the one that sets him off. The thought made him smile, if only a little. Equivalent exchange.
Bored, he let his gaze drift to the asinine Ravenclaw, whose joke about mongooses had been even more absurd and vacuous than the last one. It was obviously meant to unsettle him, to rile him, and Antony took satisfaction in stripping that away. He would not react to this over-confident boy who saw houses before he saw people, a trait he had doubtless assigned to Antony himself that couldn't be farther from the truth, despite what others would assume. Of course. He was a Slytherin so he saw blood first. That was just the way of it, and he could tell from the professor's reaction that this was what he had seen too. Gryffindor arrogance, while a stereotype, was something he had come to see as true over the years. But what people didn't understand was that Antony himself didn't judge someone for their house, he judged them for how they acted as a member of that house.
It was just an unfortunate fact that many of them acted the same.
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Post by cassidymitchell on Mar 27, 2012 13:11:24 GMT -5
Cassidy stood quiet as she then moved to the group of girls as the professor spoke. She heard him ask the question and was about to answer when a Hufflepuff girl answered in front of her. Cassidy though about what the girl had said and looked at her. "Um....In my book says that it's more likely to allow a witch to approach, than a wizard and is so fleet of foot that it is very difficult to capture, but why you would want to do that, is beyond me " She said s she shifted on her feet where she stood.
Moving to a tree she lent against it feeling its rough bark against her back as she stood now in its cool shadow. She was now glad she'd sat and read the book several times that night now she knew it had stuck, or so she hoped it had. Now she waited to see what the professor would say or the other girls in the group.
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Post by momo on Mar 27, 2012 14:23:00 GMT -5
Rhye felt his slowly building tension deplete when Professor Rayner gave his lecture on the treatment of others. This teacher had always been close to Rhye- he had stayed many-a-times after class to talk about his problems with the discrimination of blood status and the treatment he received from many Slytherins. Professor Rayner was Rhye's close friend- almost like his Wizard dad. They had become so close in the years of his courses. And Rhye couldn't help but have a feeling of disappointment wash over him as he and the others were scolded for words that were exchanged.
"My apologies," Rhye said softly after he finished, glancing over to Rayner, "I knew better than that." And with a small smile, he turned and grouped with the other males, not giving Antony another glance as he made his way over. He wouldn't even acknowledge his presence.
Professor Rayner made his way over to the girls to observe. Rhye looked amongst the creature that stood before him, and he smiled. They were to experiment with it, to take care of it- Rhye had this under his belt. He loved this class and Magizoology, so, he was good to go. In his studies he knew that unicorns trusted the approaches of women more, so, he would have to be light on his feet and as calm as a woman. Washing himself off inwardly of any anger he previously held for Antony, he took a step towards the equine.
His steps were airy and barely made any noise as he was a few feet away from the horse. With a big smile, he enclosed on the animal and bowed his head slowly, extending his hand out so that the creature knew he was friendly. This unicorn looked somewhat young and probably wouldn't be startled by his movements- which Rhye had also learned about in his classes. Younger unicorns handle men's approaches just as well as women's.
As he made his final step, the horse turned its head towards Rhye and lifted up, taking one hoof back in reluctance. Rhye felt himself stiffen for a moment and he looked into the creatures eyes. It was majestic and rare- something of value. The horse slowly lowered its cranium and nudged against Rhye's hand. After a moment, Rhye knew it had accepted him and he grinned like an idiot. His hand moved to stroke his snout and forehead softly, enjoying this personal connection with the animal.
After a few moments, Rhye heard Professor Rayner pose a question to the boys' group. "I have just asked the girls group a question and I will ask your group a different one. For five points per person, who can tell me where Unicorns are native too?" It was a pretty simple question, and Rhye knew the answer within a heartbeat.
"Unicorns are native to Northern Europe where they reside in forests. You can find them within the Forbidden Forest." He looked over his shoulder at his mentor and nodded, a smile on his face. As he continued to pet the magical animal before him, the animal responded more and more to Rhye. It would bump its snout against his shoulder and nip at his robe's fabric. Rhye chuckled softly and ran his hand down the side of the equine's neck, admiring it in silence.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2012 17:08:26 GMT -5
Eying the professor at the same time as Antony, but with a much hotter and more haughty gaze, Benedict snorted and turned away. Turning his glare to Rhye, he lifted the corner of his lip in a sneer.
"You're lucky you're his favourite," he mumbled, low enough that Professor Rayner couldn't hear. He wasn't being rude, though he realized that Rhye might not know that, and he offered him an exasperated smile to try and take back some of the scorn that had worked its way into his voice. He did find it a little unfair, though. Walking over to the unicorn the boys had been assigned to, he grabbed his bag along the way and slung it over one shoulder, hard enough to hurt but not to leave bruises. So much for an uneventful day.
With a noise not unlike a growl tickling at his throat, Benedict pointedly looked away as Antony stood next to him. He felt himself beginning to bristle as he felt the slight swish of fabric as his clothes brushed against the Slytherin's, and suddenly he was standing much, much to close. He'd set him off quicker than one could sneeze, and suddenly it would be potions class all over again. The mere presence of the pessimistic Sytherin had him on edge, being this close worried him. He clenched his jaw, knowing that the other boy was going to say something but not knowing when and what it would be, and opened and closed his hands into fists.
"If there's one to be talking about narrow standards," Benedict spat at Antony after he spoke, "I'm fairly sure that you are not one to talk." He didn't bother defending against the Slytherin's comment on the teacher--he didn't feel compelled to. Instead he turned to face him, the hint of a sour smirk traced on his face.
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Post by antony on Mar 28, 2012 14:25:19 GMT -5
"Oh, no," Antony was quick to say as he deliberately caught Benedict's eye. He was still careful to keep his voice low, so as not to alert anyone else - he knew they would jump on him before they even considered finding fault in the defect, Francium-resembling Gryffindor. Still, Antony wasn't the only one who had physically recoiled at the contact, faint and minimal though it was. The thought of the other student touching him anywhere, even through clothing, was enough to make him want to cast Scourgify! on himself. And if the touch wasn't enough, the words certainly were.
It was infuriating, the fact that the Gryffindor did not seem to grasp what Antony was saying, instead scrambling to dig some some kind of house prejudice he must have been certain Antony had, when in reality he did not because honestly he couldn't care less if someone turned out to be a Slytherpuff or something equally as ridiculous. The fact Antony was even trying to justify himself was also ludicrous. Benedict, Gryffindor Moron and Reject Extraordinaire, shouldn't be the one making him think such things!
"I find the Gryffindor concept of 'standards' to be incredibly lacking," the Slytherin said, careful to keep his voice at a low drawl, instead of raising it and sharpening it like he wanted to. "You stand there and see the good in everyone - oh, wait, no you don't, because you can't pull your--" He stopped, cursing himself because no, no, no, I am not losing my control to this haughty, vapid... "You think you are seeing everything there is to see, but in reality you are just as prejudiced as the Slytherins you pretend to hate." His voice lowered more and more, dark eyes sparking dangerously.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2012 22:12:39 GMT -5
Curling his lip at Antony, though somewhat reveling in the way that the other boy was just as repelled by the contact as he himself was, he shot him and glare and turned his back.
He hated this class already, and it was only his first day. Of all the people he could have been stuck with out of the how many hundred there were at the school, why did it have to be Antony? He huffed out a sigh, feeling his muscles quiver with the intense need to just punch the guy right in the middle of his face but retaining from doing so because he was probably in enough trouble.
"What the hell do you know about what I think?" he snarled at Antony's words. Images of his family, as given to him and Leah by the Order members who saw it fit to show them--mere children; one not even eighteen and the other still a boy--pictures of their murdered--slaughtered--family flashed briefly in his mind. He closed his eyes for a second, willing them back. He wouldn't allow himself to think about that now. It had been years, he was over it. He wouldn't let it hinder his ability now.
Sure, he may not have seen everything there was to see in everyone, but he saw enough. Enough to make judgements that could possibly one day save his life.
Slytherins you pretend to hate.
With a yell he leapt at him, dropping his bag on the ground in the process, and tackled him to the ground. His legs went around the Slytherin's waist, pinning him down, and landed a fist to his face. His other hand went around to grab his shoulder to prevent him from moving, and he delivered another blow.
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Post by antony on Mar 28, 2012 22:14:55 GMT -5
Antony had hid a small smile when the Gryffindor had turned his back, and though he had wanted to give the other student a very obvious mock-bow before moving away, he decided that staying where he was accomplished the same goal – namely infuriating the other.
It was almost funny, really, how such things could be thought on such a nice day – things such as anger and frustration and perhaps a smidgen of hatred – but to Antony it was just another observation, much like the half-breed creature from Ravenclaw tended to do on a regular basis – the one named after a legend. Antony couldn’t see them being much in the way of friends, but he didn’t ignore the being; please, he wasn’t about to sink to the level of blood prejudice. Ursula would never forgive him if he did.
Temporarily lost to his thoughts, Antony would have hummed a little were he that sort of person, but seeing as he wasn’t he instead fixed his eyes on the form of the unfunny Ravenclaw, his eyes growing dull when the boy approached the unicorn without fault or issue. Of course he would, Antony thought, bored. Heaven forbid the unexpected happen with him.
It was these criticisms that distracted him when the Gryffindor leapt, for the next thing Antony knew he was on the ground, pain in his face pain in his head as he stared up at the idiot with eyes that briefly displayed their shock before narrowing into an almost primal anger. His instincts kicked in, so long suppressed, and he used it to twist one arm out of the Gryffindor’s grasp, grabbing a handful of dirt before flinging it up, trying to wrap one of his legs around the other student’s in an attempt to reverse their position.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2012 22:16:37 GMT -5
It was safe to say Benedict wasn't quite expecting the dirt to be flung in his face as he wrestled with Antony. Now continuing blind, his eyes closed against the burning on his eyes as they were contaminated, he growled as he was knocked off balance by the smaller boy under him. He reached out, grabbing the Slytherin's shirt and bringing him tumbling down with him. Not losing a beat he heaved his body weight to the side, sending Antony crashing down onto his side as he was hurdled over Benedict's head, quickly wiping off his eyes as the whump of the other boy hitting the ground gave him some notion as to what was going on.
After he could see properly again, Benedict dug his feet into the ground to get some speed as he jumped onto Antony once again. His fist slammed into his face again, and he didn't stop when he felt the warm stickiness of blood on his fingers. He knew they were going to get hell for this; there was no doubt about that. But they were too far gone to stop now, and Benedict really had no intention of doing so.
Benedict was aware of the other students watching him, none making the effort to stop in yet, just letting them fight it out. And though he was thankful for that, he knew that the longer they went at it, the poorer shape they'd both be by the end. Not that he cared much for the Slytherin beneath him, but he didn't want to do anything but rough him up at most. He wasn't that kind of a person.
Landing two more hits on his face before he paused to take a breather, Benedict sneered at the sight beneath him before pulling his arm back to deliver another blow.
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Post by antony on Mar 28, 2012 22:20:36 GMT -5
He hadn’t expected the idiot Gryffindor to pull him along, that much was plain, to both his eyes and the pain in his side as he found himself thrown onto his side, using his arms to shield his face and deflect blows where possible. He didn’t, however, manage to get the one to his nose, and he tasted the blood where it run down his face, slick and salty and no way in Hell was he losing to this!
His arms were shaky, sore and bruised already by the beating he had forced them to receive in order to protect his face, and while he doubted his nose was broken, per se, the blow had been hard enough to draw blood and it was almost like something had snapped between the both of them – an animalistic urge to destroy conquer show consuming them both. But just because the Gryffindor was currently growling at him like the animal Antony thought he was didn’t mean Antony himself wasn’t constantly on guard.
He was stupid to think anyone would take his side in this, but he wasn’t going to just sit and let himself get beaten because a Gryffindor thought it was the right thing to do. No, indeed, as soon as they got up Antony knew the idiot lion would be praised as the hero of his fight, vanquishing the evil Slytherin in a storm of red-and-gold glory. Antony had enough enemies to ensure anything but a fair judgment.
Seeing a pause in the fight as the Gryffindor paused to take a breath, to calm a little, before continuing, Antony seized his chance. Gritting his teeth, the Slytherin used his diminishing strength to push as hard as he could on the Gryffindor’s chest with his hands, letting out a strangled gasp as the constant rain of blows ceased at the same time.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2012 22:21:47 GMT -5
As soon as he paused for breath, Benedict knew he'd made a bad move. Hesitation was not something he was prone to doing, so he wasn't quite sure what had driven him to do so right then. He was one to gloat even less than he was one to hesitate--it just wasn't his thing. It didn't feel right. As much as Antony would no doubt argue, he was one for pride.
But still, he hesitated, and that was the end of it. He saw opportunity strike like a cobra in the smaller boy's eyes, and when he had two hands shoved into his chest, hard, his world was nothing but a world of world of pain. Mind you it was pain he'd known all his life, but it wasn't something he could just get used to.
Not even letting out a scream of pain as he collapsed on top of the other boy, Benedict opened his mouth as he tried to force air to return to his lungs. Fuck, there was so much pain...if he'd hit anywhere else, anywhere, he would have been fine. Could Antony know? Something made Benedict think that he wasn't quite capable of that kind of cruelty, but he wasn't completely sure.
He managed to get one hand under himself to push him off of Antony--he had to get away, he didn't want people to see him like this, they couldn't know--but as soon as he got himself up he fell back down beside him, clutching his chest. It was like fire, ripping from his heart and threatening to explode through his ribs, and he managed an agonized groan before he was breathless once more.
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Post by antony on Mar 28, 2012 22:24:46 GMT -5
Antony had felt the change in battle almost immediately after his action. It was like the fight had suddenly drained out of the other boy, and Antony felt rather than saw him freeze, feeling the shuddering of the Gryffindor’s movements as Antony’s hands made contact. It had the desired effect, of course, in that it made the Gryffindor move so Antony himself could suck in a much-needed breath and swiped at some of the dirt-streaked blood that streaked his face, even as he rolled as far away from the Gryffindor as humanely possible.
What he saw shocked him. Shocked him more than anything had in years, not since… well, not for awhile.
The Gryffindor, after pushing Antony away, was on the ground, clutching at his chest like he had been stabbed through the heart. He tried to get up, but his movements failed, his legs looking like they were giving out from under him but that cannot be right. It cannot be his legs. It was the groan that made Antony’s usually narrowed eyes widen, one pale hand flying again to his face to wipe more blood before he took a shaky step forward. He restrained himself only moments later, of course – doubtless the others would want him anywhere near their fallen hero – but the urge was still there, unshakable and foreign. More than that, he felt… Guilty. Guilt like he hadn’t sent since he was seven or eight, ad Ursula had spoken sternly to him for the last time, his brother’s tone harsh as he chided him. Antony had been nothing but obedient to his brother since then, and he had never felt guilt for anything else he had ever done.
Except this.
He wanted to protest that whatever it was it had been an accident, he was just trying to get the Gryffindor off and he didn’t know it would do something like this, but he didn’t. He held his tongue, he watched, and he tried to slow his own breathing. The others would think what they would anyway, no matter what he tried to say.
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Post by hannahabbott on Mar 28, 2012 22:34:29 GMT -5
Hannah could take argument going on in her class anymore. She just wanted to get through class without having to deal with boys being stupid. She wasn’t one for trouble but this was ridiculous. What were those boys first years? “Will you two stop it! Fighting isn’t going to help anything.” said Hannah daring to step forward. If the teacher wouldn’t separate them from each other when it was obvious they didn’t get along she would. She won’t stand for this type of stuff; this is the kind of things that mess people up for life. She wouldn’t just let this go on anymore. “We all get the fact you don’t get along. So just separate so we can continue on with class without being interupted,” said Hannah.
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Post by Astoria Greengrass on Mar 29, 2012 0:30:26 GMT -5
Astoria had been trying to attend to the professor's instructions when she heard the yell and turned around. She was very good at tuning out unnecessary noise, so most of the squabble had gone unnoticed and uncared for by her. It was when it got bad enough for blows to start that everything snapped into hyper-focus. The moment the Gryffindor went at one of her own, her blood boiled. Astoria didn't know Antony. She hadn't really even spoken to him before. But it didn't matter now. He was in her House, and seemed a bit smaller than the boy wearing the red and gold. Maybe it was just because he had been attacked first. Her protective instinct flared up and narrowed her chocolate eyes into slits.
Astoria stepped forward just before Antony shoved against Benedict's chest. "Leave him alone!" The hits and bleeding only made her normally so quiet voice radiate in a command. Her wand slipped into place between her fingers, not in an aggressive pose but ready to defend if need be. "Leave him ALONE. Now!" Then Antony's shove found its mark and the Gryffindor boy fell back. A Hufflepuff girl that she'd thought she'd seen before had also tried to intervene.
She watched as the two boys struggled to regain their bearings, both of them looking like they probably thought that what had just occurred had been a bad idea. After sweeping over the Gryffindors with her eyes to make sure that they weren't going to attempt another assault, Astoria went over to Antony. She scrutinized his face and glanced between it and Benedict's to make sure that they were both remaining conscious. Her tone was direct. "Are you alright?"
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Post by momo on Mar 29, 2012 1:00:06 GMT -5
The Unicorn and Rhye were getting a bit friendlier as time passed. Rhye had always been good with animals period so the fact that he got to handle such a rare creature- it was beyond anything he'd ever witnessed. His heart was swelling with the thoughts of his future, working with animals, and getting to teach others about things he had learned. But everything turned for the worse. As Rhye stroked down the equine's snout, it's snorting picked up and it's front right hoof began tapping the ground and swinging impatiently. Rhye took a step back in hopes of calming it. Nothing worked. He shook his head and raised a brow as the horse's bigger, wider muzzle came brushing against Rhye's own face, shoving him back and slightly turning to the other boys. That's when the shouting began, and that's where the fight started.
Awestruck and helpless, Rhye lifted his hands to his mouth as Benedict laid into Antony sharp punches that seemed to connect pretty harshly. Rhye looked around at the students who were just as he- immobile and unaware of the consequences of helping.
It was no secret that Rhye didn't like Antony after today- but he couldn't help but wince as they rolled and punched, the blows coming harder and harder. After a while, Benedict was on top again, losing his breath and becoming more hesitant with his punches. A young Slytherin girl approached and tried to sway them to stop, intervening, but it was to no avail. Antony's hands shoved against Benedict's open chest and Rhye heard the Gryffindor's lungs collapse. His eyes widened and he took a step towards Benedict, reaching a hand out at air, unsure of what to do.
Benedict began clutching his chest, and Rhye looked around frantically for Professor Rayner. "Help, Benedict is hurt!" Rhye's body lowered and he tried to help Benedict up by wrapping an arm around his back, resting his other hand on the male's chest, heaving him up to lean on Rhye's shoulder. He looked over his shoulder at the young Slytherin girl questioning Antony, moving towards him.
"It's just blood, he'll get over it." Rhye hissed, shifting his weight to let Benedict lean on him more, so as to not strain him. Then Rhye glanced to Benedict and his heart broke. He liked the kid- they were friends. "Are you okay? Should I take you to the Healing Wing?" He asked quietly, his eyes sensitive and serious.
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