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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 19, 2017 12:15:23 GMT -5
If you wanna skip I would recommend their next run-in with the bullies?)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 19, 2017 12:46:50 GMT -5
I don't know, maybe we just go with it and see where it goes?)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 19, 2017 13:04:23 GMT -5
Okay, I think it's your turn, unless you want me to do it)
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Post by sweetclover1 on Aug 19, 2017 13:22:06 GMT -5
Caster had quickly learned that if he kept his head low and scurried from class to class he could avoid most trouble. Not all, but most. At the worded he'd be jostled around, maybe have a few insults hurled at him. But he could handle that. He just didn't want to get any jinxes or curses cast on him. It had happened before when he was caught unawares and that had to be the least pleasant experiences he'd had so far. So he never looked anyone in the eye, and just went through his course work. If e could shift into his dog form and walk from class to class like that he would, but he couldn't. He wasn't a registered animagus.
So that's why he found himself scurrying to his advanced potions class, praying he wouldn't run into any trouble makers. He was just rounding the corner to the dungeons when he felt a hand roughly grab his robe, his thin frame being pulled backwards and onto the wall. There in front of him was the Lestrange boy, and he had a wand pointed at his throat.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here? Someone running late for class?" He sneered, and Caster struggled, glaring up at the boy, anger flickering in his eyes.
"Move it, Lestrange," he spat back, try He not to show any fear.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 19, 2017 13:39:18 GMT -5
Hugo was also running a little late to potions, and so he rounded the corner to see Caster up against the wall with a wand at his throat. The Lestrange boy was there, but he was alone as of the moment. The redhead drew his wand as soon as he saw what was happening.
"You're making s big mistake, Lestrange" Hugo warned the other boy "It's two against one."
"One word, Granger-Weasley," the boy threatened "And I can cause Malfoy here unimaginable pain. All of his nerve cells will fire at once, and he will wish he were dead. We did warn you what would happen if you two kept being friends."
"If you're not a coward, Lestrange, you'll do this fairly. You won't fight someone you've got pinned against the wall. Let him go. If you're dying to use that curse so much, use it on me."
"Fine. Cruc-"
"-Expelliarmus!"
Before his opponent could finish his curse, Lestrange's wand had flown into Hugo's hand. Hugo could hear footsteps approaching, though, and would be willing to bet it was the rest of the group.
"You almost used a curse that could get you thrown into Azkaban, Lestrange." Hugo warned "If I were you, I wouldn't do that again. Azkaban is not a very pleasant place."
He knew he was wasting time with people coming, but he was hoping to give Caster a chance to get out of Lestrange's grip and draw his wand. It was their only chance in this situation.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Aug 19, 2017 14:17:40 GMT -5
Caster felt himself frozen in place, his eyes with horror as his friend marched up, defending him, and how Lestrange almost used one of the unforgivable curses on him. He swallowed, relieved when he saw Hugo deflect it.
In that moment Caster shot up his knee, letting it connect with the Lestrange boy. He saw the pain flicker onto the others features as he released the white-haired teen and Caster wiggled away from him, rubbing his neck in discomfort.
He glanced around anxiously, grabbing Hugo's hand to tug himnaway, not even thinking about the action. He swallowed, before leaning and whispering "c'mon. We have to go," he muttered as Lestrange righted himself, snarling angrily.
"You'll regret that, Malfoy!"
That wasn't a threat that Caster felt good about. Actually, it wasn't a threat, it was a promise. That much was clear from the way that he almost used an unforgivable curse on his friend. This situation was getting worse and worse by the moment and he wanted to escape while they could.
(Feel free to curse Caster, btw ^^)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 21, 2017 0:37:12 GMT -5
Hugo let Caster pull him away, but as he was pulled away he dropped Lestrange's wand. It was probably for the best anyway that he didn't actually steal it.
He heard the footsteps of two or three people as they joined the Lestrange boy. This wasn't good at all. Nope.
"Get them!" Lestrange yelled.
Hugo turned with his wand drawn, trying to use the shield charm to protect them from the two crucio curses coming their way. He wasn't quick enough and watched as one hit him and one hit Caster.
Hugo couldn't see what was happening with Caster because he was almost sure he went blind with pain. His whole body felt like it was burning and he was vaguely aware that he was screaming in pain. Every cell in his body was screaming. He had fallen to the ground at some point.
"That's enough," he could hear Lestrange instruct faintly as he picked up his wand "If they scream for too long McGonagall will come running. Can't have our little game come to an end so early."
The pain subsided to a full-body ache as the children of Crabbe and Goyle stopped the curse.
"Well," Lestrange began "That was good fun. Always excellent to see Granger-Weasleys or Malfoys squealing like pigs. I'm afraid our time is short today, but we'll meet again. And I expect better behaviour in future. I hope you two learned your lesson today."
"You'll be locked up for this," Hugo said as he got to his feet from his place on the ground, moving to offer Caster a hand up.
"Oh, but we won't. Because who would believe you? If you told anyone about us everyone would think you'd made it up in an effort to be heroes like the golden trio. Granger-Weasley's family, after all, is so popular nobody would ever want to hurt him. Oh, and you two still have family. If I were you I would keep this between us. It can be our little secret"
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Post by sweetclover1 on Aug 21, 2017 11:24:08 GMT -5
Caster tried his best to dart out of the way, fear shooting through his chest as he saw the red light zapping out of those two wands. He whipped out his wand, desperately trying to pull out a protective charm but he was too late. He watched duly as he was hit.
Then his body seemed to he set on fire. He let out a loud, desperate scream as everyone one of his nerves felt like they were set on fire. The white hot pain was something that he had never experienced before, and he wanted it to stop. His body spasmed in pain, as if he were seizing until the two stopped.
He let out soft, terrified gasps as the fire dulled into an aching pain. He didn't take his friends hand, his glasses had fallen far away from him, living uim blind and terrified of the white- hot pain he had just experienced. He blinked away the tears, crumpled into a small ball, praying it wouldn't happen again.
Soon the trio left, and he still stayed on the floor, scared of what would happen after this. Why would they target them? They hadn't done a thing to do them.
"A-are they gone?" He wheezed, his chest tight from panic.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 23, 2017 13:37:18 GMT -5
"Yeah, they're gone," Hugo replied as he pulled Caster to his feet "I'm sorry, I should have just stunned Lestrange when I had the chance."
Hugo paused though, thinking about the horrible effects of the curse just used on them. His mother had told Hugo all about the curse and how she had endured it at the hands of Bellatrix Lestrange. Hugo could imagine the sounds of the teenaged Hermione, and her horrible screams. They seemed to echo in his mind. Hugo would not let history repeat itself. He would not endure a Lestrange's torture as his mother had done.
"No, we have to do something about this. We have to get Lestrange locked up where he belongs; he's another Dark Lord in the making if ever I saw one. We can't tell any of the teachers, he threatened to go for our families next and I don't want any of my lot hurt, nor do I want an excuse for Pollux to hate me. I'm sure you want to protect your family too. Maybe...maybe we should just outright fight them? A fair fight, I mean? A duel?"
Hugo shook his head in agitation. He was struggling for options and he felt guilty that Caster had been forced to endure the cruciatus curse
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Post by sweetclover1 on Aug 26, 2017 6:51:17 GMT -5
Caster felt himself be pulled up onto shaky feet, and he had to reach his hand forward and place it on Hugo just so he wouldn't fall over. He swallowed, his breaths evening out slowly as he listened to Hugo's idea.
He was right, they couldn't go to a teacher. Honestly, even if they did who would believe them? Both he and Hugo were the "black sheeps" so to speak of their families. The odd ones out. The ones who didn't stand out in a crowd save for their names.
"I don't know... a duel? They could use another unforgivable curse, Hugo... what if they use a worse one next time? Or is that what you're hedging your bets on?" Caster asked, realiziation dawning in his grey eyes at that one. That was a ridiculous, dangerous plan and he prayed that was not what his friend was thinking of doing. If so, the red head had completely lost it.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 26, 2017 9:05:31 GMT -5
Hugo was supporting his friend but he was aware that he was putting just as much weight on Caster; they were basically holding eachother up. Hugo listened to his friend's response and bit his lip.
"Well, I mean, there's only one spell worse than the one we just experienced," Hugo responded "And I don't want one of us to get killed. But I was just sort of thinking that we only have one option if we're going to get rid of them. I'm sort of banking on them not having the guts to kill us. I mean, using crucio on someone and killing someone are very different things, and they would definitely get blamed for that. If the school used priori incantatem on their wands they'd know. I was thinking that if we duel them our first step could be to try and disarm Lestrange's cronies before they had a chance to catch a spell; we could get Professor McGonagall to see what their last spell was and she'd know they used crucio on us. And we could give our memories to the pensieve to prove Lestrange's involvement, since he didn't cast the spell"
That was one option. If they failed at that they could simply try to beat them in the duel. Either way they had a chance to make this all go away. It was dangerous, but that was fine.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Aug 28, 2017 12:27:06 GMT -5
Caster bit his lip, the anxiety and doubt showing clearly on his features as he limped away with the support of his friend. In theory it would be a good idea... but they'd have to get the Headmistress there during the duel. Lestrange wasn't stupid, he would make sure Crabbe and Goyle would already have used a different spell. Cowards. He curled his lip in disgust at that thought, before feeling dizzy and suddenly feeling his legs weaken. He needed to stop.
So he pulled away and slid down the nearest wall, his body weak and shaking from exherstion, the dull ache a painful reminder of that horrible curse.
"We need to tell someone. W-we can't do this on our own," he said softly, closing his eyes as he tried to think of someone that could help them. He wondered if any of their family members wouldn't try to kill Lestrange the first second they had the chance to. Pollux shared a dorm with him, and had been talking about getting back at the guy for years now. So he wasn't sure if using his twin was the best idea.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 28, 2017 12:43:51 GMT -5
Hugo nodded in agreement with Caster "You're right, we do need someone else, otherwise it's three against two. We need someone in our year who's decent at duelling and not too hotheaded. In my family, that would leave two people. Lily is a great witch but she isn't good at duels; she lets the pressure get to her. Besides, she's gunning for Head Girl so she can't afford to be seen duelling people. Which leaves us only one option. I hate to say it, Caster, but I'm afraid we might need to enlist the services of Fred."
Fred was, when he got his head down, good with his wand. He was a talented wizard - or at least, as Grandma Molly said, he would be if he used his talents for something more than practical jokes. The only risk was that he was as much of a loose cannon as his father had been in his youth, and he was unpredictable. Well, that and he didn't like Hugo and Caster that much.
But Hugo didn't see an alternative. As far as he was concerned, they were now well and truly out of options.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Aug 28, 2017 12:54:48 GMT -5
"We'd need someone for getting the Headmistress. I'd offer Pollux up but if he ever found out about what happened we wouldn't need to worry about Lestrange going to Azkaban. He'd be six feet under." He responded, before frowning a little at the suggestion of Fred, groaning out loud.
"And how would we know if he'd be on board with this? He's never approved of us, you know," Caster added with a scowl, more pessimestic than he usually was. This entire encounter left him shaken up, and part of him just wanted to turn tail like the coward he was and just hole himself up in the tower for the rest of the year. He didn't want any trouble, after all. They would all blame it on him, anyways because of his last name.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 28, 2017 13:07:12 GMT -5
"Not if we take their wands off them, we don't," Hugo replied "If we disarm them before they can do anything we can take their wands to Professor McGonagall. But there's no way we'll be able to disarm them if it's just the two of us against three of them. We need someone to fight them with us first. And I don't know that Fred would be on board with this, but he's our best shot. I'm hoping he will, he cares a lot about his family really, and he's desperate to do something to impress Uncle George. But if he doesn't I suppose we could really beg Lily, though she'd be much tougher to persuade."
This plan was relying on a lot of guesswork, but Hugo didn't think there was any other way to do this.
"You should have made friends with Rose," Hugo joked "She got mum's brains"
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Post by sweetclover1 on Sept 4, 2017 10:00:09 GMT -5
Caster bit his lip, slowly being swayed to this idea. His arms were crossed against his chest now, his features not looking really happy aboutt the idea. He knew that there was no other choice, his brother would actually kill the people who hurt him. He knew that for a fact.
Fred was their only choice.
"Well, I'm happy I made friends with you," He responded, not getting it was a joke. He then looked over at his friend, offering a half smile as he pulled himself together slowly. He stretched, trying not to gasp a little in pain, his body weak from the terrible curse.
"Lets go find him then, yeah?" He asked grudgingly.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Sept 5, 2017 13:58:36 GMT -5
Hugo smiled, pleased that Caster was on board with his idea. It was a start, at least.
"Sure," Hugo smiled "He'll already be in potions, hurry."
Luckily they made some decent excuses so didn't get into trouble, just a few points removed from their respective houses. Hugo made sure to get himself and Caster seats next to where Fred was sitting.
"Psst, Fred," Hugo whispered to catch his cousin's attention once they'd started making potions
"What d'you want, Hugo?" responded Fred a little irritably
"Caster and I need your help with something,"
"And why," Fred said with a raised eyebrow, looking up from his cauldron for the first time "should I be helping you two?"
"Because you'd get to fight people?" Hugo responded hopefully
"I'm intrigued, cousin. You're hardly the punitive type, what's going on?"
Fred said this with curiosity, but Hugo could hear the concern lacing the words. So Fred didn't hate him that much.
"The Lestrange boy had his cronies use the cruciatus curse on us, long story." Hugo responded "We've got a plan to disarm the three of them and bring their wands to McGonagall so she can see what their last spells were. We can get them locked up. But we need three people, and you're the best person for the job."
"Wait, hold up, they tortured you? Normally I'd say you don't snitch on anyone, but those Slytherin idiots - no offense, Caster, I know your twin is a Slytherin - have messed with the wrong family. They deserve to go to Azkaban for messing with my cousin and his best friend. Even if he is a Malfoy."
"Fred-"
"-Sorry, sorry, no offense, Caster. God, I'm bad at this-"
"-No, I was actually going to say thank you. I know you have your issues with me and Caster, but it's really nice of you to help us."
"Well, why wouldn't I help you? I'm not a psycho. You might be an idiot, but you're my idiot. So, get me up to speed with what happened and what the plan is. Full detail."
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Post by sweetclover1 on Sept 6, 2017 10:59:27 GMT -5
Caster followed his friend quickly, his eyes lowered a little bit as they headed towards the potions class. Honestly he wasn't looking forward to his favorite subject, which was strange for him. He was still feeling weak and shaky after the curse, both physically and mentally. All he wanted to do was go back to the dorms and go to sleep for awhile.
But he followed Hugo into the class, grudgingly sitting down near Fred. He let Hugo do the talking, unable to not laugh when Fred apologized whenever he thought he was saying something offensive.
"Slytherins are idiots," he waved the apology for that insult off, although he didn't wave off the comment on being a Malfoy. That was something he was actually proud of, because his family was more than just being deatheaters.
He relaxed a little when Fred agreed, although he flinched at the comment of being tortured. For some reason that word didn't sit right with him, and he lowered his head in embarrassment, as if it were something to be embarassed about, ashamed of.
"U-uhm, here's the plan..." Caster said, before launching into their idea in a hushed, stuttering voice. He was working on the potion as they did with shaking hands, although he still finished the work before anyone else in the class. What could he say? Potions was his specialty.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Sept 7, 2017 12:36:03 GMT -5
Hugo looked between Caster and Fred as the blonde teen explained the plan in a quiet, stuttering voice. Hugo swallowed as he watched Fred put a hand to his chin. But there wasn't anything to be nervous about if his cousin had already agreed to help.
"Okay, boys, I'm definitely in," Fred responded, assuaging Hugo's concerns "and I think you're definitely going about this the right way. Their wands are about the most solid pieces of evidence you can have for this kind of thing. But I would recommend you do this quickly, because you have to do it before they have a class in which they need to use their wands. They have Herbology this afternoon and then nothing with wands until Transfiguration tomorrow afternoon. The duel will have to be between those times. No time for extra training, you have to strike while the evidence is still there. And whoever is fighting the Lestrange boy ought to give him a little extra time before disarming him so we can make sure there's an implicating spell on his wand; he gives orders, he doesn't do the dirty work. We have to make sure he is forced to act."
"Wow," Hugo replied "I didn't really think of those things. Thanks, Fred"
"I know you didn't, " Fred grinned "That's why I said them. Keep up, little cousin."
"Okay, you have two months on me, Fred, don't play that card," Hugo grumbled
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Post by sweetclover1 on Sept 7, 2017 13:58:55 GMT -5
"I c-could duel him. I-I'm slow with responding in duels anyways," Caster said, his voice soft and uncertain. He was the best choice. He was slow with his wand, but that wasn't well known, plus he could place it on the Malfoy pride for challenging him and Lestrange knew that Caster would be too scared to actually go to a teacher about this. He was such a mouse of a person that it was easy for him to be pushed around and bullied. He blinked up, looking for a reaponse to his suggestion because he wasn't sure what it would be.
"Plus they know I wouldn't tell if something happened," he added, before turning to Fred, his eyes serious.
"He'd know it was a trap if it was you. So it'd be between me and Hugo." Before remembering to utter a thanks for helping them with this.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Sept 7, 2017 14:21:00 GMT -5
"Caster, are you sure, he could hurt you-"
"Hugo"
Fred had addressed his cousin such a calm way that the redhead stopped his concerned rambling instantly
"You have to stop it. I know Caster is your best friend and you're worried about him, but he's not a baby. He's the same age as you and he's endured the same as you, if not a hell of a lot more. He's been shunned by his family too, but he was also thrown out of his home. And he experienced that curse too, and I can promise you it hurt him every damn bit as much as it hurt you. You can't baby him, he's a brave kid. Let him do it." Fred said
He was looking at Caster with a sort of grudging sort of respect. His face normally only smiled for his friends but now it suddenly broke out into a shy grin as he laughed a little nervously and ducked his head.
Hugo nodded, going a bit red as he let out a laugh every bit as awkward as Fred's had just been.
"No, you're right, both of you. Caster should do it."
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Post by sweetclover1 on Sept 7, 2017 14:56:01 GMT -5
Caster felt his pale cheeks suddenly set on fire, and not only his cheeks, it was probably his entire face. That assumption was unfortunately correct, and the red was currently creeping down his neck and up his ears, uncomfortable when Fred, in his own weird way, complimented him. He ducked his head, trying to hide the fierce blush that had taken over his features, before frowning at the word "kid". He was almost positive he was older than Hugos cousin, and it was an odd thing to focus on but, hey, thats what someone did when they were nervous. They focused on something else.
"U-uh, I'm p-pretty sure I'm older than y-you, Fred. S-so I should be c-calling you k-kid," He tried, before blinking at the shy grin. It really did change the boys features, and smiled at the awkward laugh.
"S-so I'll duel him. Great." The sarcasm seeped into his voice, wondering what he exactly got himself into. When Pollux found out about this his butt was going to be kicked and he knew that for a fact.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Sept 7, 2017 15:08:24 GMT -5
Fred chuckled, holding up his hands in mock surrender "Right, right, you got me there, Caster. Aww, I guess that makes little Hugo the baby of the group. How's about that?"
Hugo's ears went red just like Ron's did when he was annoyed, and he glowered slightly. He looked just like his dad. But Fred's laughter meant that Hugo couldn't stop himself from laughing too. The smile was the thing that made everyone remember he was George's son; it was a freckled, cheeky smile. Peeves really liked Fred because of this.
Fred and Hugo had heard the nervousness and sarcasm seeping into Caster's vouce, though, and Hugo decided to take over. Fred had clearly reached his quota for encouraging Caster that day.
"It's okay, Caster, you'll do brilliantly. Me and Fred will both be there. I believe in you"
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Post by sweetclover1 on Sept 7, 2017 15:19:38 GMT -5
Caster managed a small, nervous smile at Fred when he raised his hands in mock surrender. He really was a funny guy, wasn't he? This did make him uncomfortable, though, because he didn't know how long the friendly tone would last. What if he went back to being the bully he knew once Hugo left?
He glanced back over to his friend, who seemed to be smiling and trying to encourage him. He shifted a little, swallowing his anxiety and managing his own smile. There was no way he could show weakness if Fred was around. He couldn't act like a pansy, so he tilted his head upwards, mimicking arrogance as he slipped into the Malfoy mold. It was the only way he could feel like he wasn't about to shatter into a million pieces.
"Of course I will. Who ever said I wasn't?" He scoffed, trying to mimic Pollux and actually doing well in his mimicry. It was scary how alike the two were when Caster did this.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Sept 7, 2017 15:29:37 GMT -5
"Wow, where did Caster go?" Hugo said softly "You sound just like Pollux. It's okay, you don't have to act like a stereotypical Malfoy around us. Are you sure you're okay? You've been doing so well in our duelling practice."
Fred, too, looked slightly taken aback at the sudden change. The slightest changed in his demeanour marked Fred's defenses going back up a little bit. The stereotypical Malfoy demeanour still rubbed Fred slightly the wrong way, though the boy was doing a very good job of masking it as he offered a small smile alongside Hugo's encouragements.
Hugo was definitely very concerned for his friend. He didn't serm to have aby confidence, he seemed to have conpletely shut down and resorted to acting like his fwin brother. He didn't know what to do about it though.
(Sorry for length and typos, on mobile)
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Post by Armageddidn't on Sept 7, 2017 18:24:01 GMT -5
((Id LOVE to do Hamilton! (I call John Laurens if we do!)))
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