Post by giovannella on Dec 17, 2010 10:48:08 GMT 1
Ok running while trying not to throw up ones breakfast on a moving train (the reason for the urge to throw up) was not as easy as some people made it look. Unfortunately for Andrew DeVerde he wasn't one oft he lucky souls who made this task look easy. Though he wasn't helped much by the jets of light he had to dodge every two steps.
With his arms wrapped around his stomach Andrew lurched violently down the hall, banging his elbow into a few doors handles as he went but he didn't have time to notice that right now. He was running to save his dignity here and unfortunately for him; heis saving grace (his wand) was down the hall about four or five compartments down where he had left it earlier that morning. He felt like a muggle! What wizard forgets to collect their wand when leaving a room or in this case a train compartment?
Coming to the door he knew his wand to be behind he dodge a sizzling cutting hex before diving for the door handle. Pressing his lips together until they started to turn white the soon to be 6th year Ravenclaw pushing his way into the already occupied compartment. Glancing around he took in the other people watching him 'DUCK!'
Never one to ignore his inner panic Andrew dropped into a crouch just in time for another cutting hex to pass where his head had just been 'Geez you would think I'd killed his familiar or something!' Glaring over his should Andrew looked up into the face of Gregory Holland, a well known Slytherin with a short fuse and and even shorter tolerance for people he didn't like. The reason he was attacking Andrew now was not because of anything he had done, well not anything he had done this morning. The reason the boy was now targeting poor Andrew was because of a comment the younger Andrew had made on the train ride home at the end of his 5th year. Andrew didn't remember exactly what he said but he remembered it was aimed at a compartment of purebloods who he had caught verbally abusing a small muggleborn girl child. He knew it was something along the lines of incest and something-or-other
He found didn't know weather to be flattered or worried that the same group of students he had insulted had taken the time to hunt him down on their way to school.
Glaring at the smirking boy he reached to his left and under the seat he had left his wand under (the reason he didn't remember BUT it was something completely logical and interesting he was sure) With the thin piece of wood now clutched in his hand he whipped it from under the seat and aimed it at the towering boy before him who had taken his moment of distraction to push his way further into the compartment.
"This is not right Holland. You don't attack someone on a train" Pushing himself to his feet Andrew became uncomfortably aware of how close that put him to the boy in front of him but he wouldn't back away. He couldn't. Not if he hoped to have a moment of peace at school without having to worry about being attacked every time he turned a corner.
"Don't worry little DeVerde" Andrew hissed at the endearment "I am only making sure you understand" He stepped closer so he was leaning over the petite (but manly! may the wrath of the gods save anyone who Drew hears calling him effeminate!) Ravenclaw.
Leaning down so he could whisper in her ear "You will be mine" He smirked was he ran his wand up and down Andrew's arm "The Deatheaters have decided. And who better that have that the heir of a multi-galleon family" Laughed under his breath Holland nipped lightly at the ear still by his mouth before pulling away "I look forward to our duel. You know what prize I will claim" He licked his lips suggestively as he took in the frozen form before him "See you around DeVerde" With that he turned on his heal and left. The compartment door slamming shout behind him
Pulling himself out of his frozen shock Andrew turned to the people in the compartment "What just happened!?"
With his arms wrapped around his stomach Andrew lurched violently down the hall, banging his elbow into a few doors handles as he went but he didn't have time to notice that right now. He was running to save his dignity here and unfortunately for him; heis saving grace (his wand) was down the hall about four or five compartments down where he had left it earlier that morning. He felt like a muggle! What wizard forgets to collect their wand when leaving a room or in this case a train compartment?
Coming to the door he knew his wand to be behind he dodge a sizzling cutting hex before diving for the door handle. Pressing his lips together until they started to turn white the soon to be 6th year Ravenclaw pushing his way into the already occupied compartment. Glancing around he took in the other people watching him 'DUCK!'
Never one to ignore his inner panic Andrew dropped into a crouch just in time for another cutting hex to pass where his head had just been 'Geez you would think I'd killed his familiar or something!' Glaring over his should Andrew looked up into the face of Gregory Holland, a well known Slytherin with a short fuse and and even shorter tolerance for people he didn't like. The reason he was attacking Andrew now was not because of anything he had done, well not anything he had done this morning. The reason the boy was now targeting poor Andrew was because of a comment the younger Andrew had made on the train ride home at the end of his 5th year. Andrew didn't remember exactly what he said but he remembered it was aimed at a compartment of purebloods who he had caught verbally abusing a small muggleborn girl child. He knew it was something along the lines of incest and something-or-other
He found didn't know weather to be flattered or worried that the same group of students he had insulted had taken the time to hunt him down on their way to school.
Glaring at the smirking boy he reached to his left and under the seat he had left his wand under (the reason he didn't remember BUT it was something completely logical and interesting he was sure) With the thin piece of wood now clutched in his hand he whipped it from under the seat and aimed it at the towering boy before him who had taken his moment of distraction to push his way further into the compartment.
"This is not right Holland. You don't attack someone on a train" Pushing himself to his feet Andrew became uncomfortably aware of how close that put him to the boy in front of him but he wouldn't back away. He couldn't. Not if he hoped to have a moment of peace at school without having to worry about being attacked every time he turned a corner.
"Don't worry little DeVerde" Andrew hissed at the endearment "I am only making sure you understand" He stepped closer so he was leaning over the petite (but manly! may the wrath of the gods save anyone who Drew hears calling him effeminate!) Ravenclaw.
Leaning down so he could whisper in her ear "You will be mine" He smirked was he ran his wand up and down Andrew's arm "The Deatheaters have decided. And who better that have that the heir of a multi-galleon family" Laughed under his breath Holland nipped lightly at the ear still by his mouth before pulling away "I look forward to our duel. You know what prize I will claim" He licked his lips suggestively as he took in the frozen form before him "See you around DeVerde" With that he turned on his heal and left. The compartment door slamming shout behind him
Pulling himself out of his frozen shock Andrew turned to the people in the compartment "What just happened!?"