--*--The Triwizard Tournament--*-- (Rated PG-15)

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"Ghost will not hurt her," I said sweetly as I added, "Unless, of course, I vant him too. In that case, vell... You vill find out the difference beteen the volf and the direvolf, yes?" I laughed and said, "After alll, 'there are many things more valuable that once can make off with.'"

<OOC>Gah, sorry about length, but I gotta get going all. *hugs for everyone and kisses for one* Bye. <OOC>
 
I smiled humorlessly. "Indeed there are."

I would have continued the argument for a while, but I felt the crystal at my neck grow hot. I moaned softly, almost inaudibly. Not now, not here...

I pushed my chair back and scooped up Kimbala. The little fox-pup snapped at the fabric of my sleeves. My smile turned soft.

I turned to the rest of the table. "I guess I'll be seeing all of you later. Good Luck in the tournament."

With that, I turned and slowly made my way out of the Hall, doing my best not to look frightened. Instead of heading to the dormitories, I burst out of the school into the cool night air. Panting slightly, I fell to my knees.

The transformation soon overtook me. Within a few seconds, a fully-grown leapard stood where I had been. Kimbala laughed.

Shut it, I whispered. Help me get back to normal. You're my familiar after all.
 
:: Whaoooo! I mean...-whoa. ::

Nuncio was quietly slumbering when he fell from the chair. He moaned for a moment, his orange hair once again splayed out. Slowly getting up, and grabbing the boys' cap, he surveyed the hall through cold eyes.

Finally, settling upon a table with the most students from different schools, he sat down where a girl had just previously been until she ran out.

A Durmstrang student seemed to be doing all the talking, arguing with various people. Quietly pulling out the chair and sitting, he looked around the table.

" Quite the little petting zoo we've got here, " Nuncio said, luaghing slightly and firmly placing the cap atop his head.

:: Now, then what table am I talking about? Cookies for everyone! ::
 
"Well then, I'll be leaving for the night." Mike said, getting up from the table.
"Not going to stay and see if there's going to be a party?" A hufflepuff prefect asked. "You remember the last party, don't you?"
"Indeed." Mike replied. "Took us three days to clean that room, even with magic..." He sighed. "That's besides the point. I'm tired."
"Tired?" The gryffindor prefect asked. "I think you mean chicken." He began making a chicken motion with his arms.
"Watch it, or I'll give you the feathers to match that gesture." Mike said sternly, reaching for his wand.
"Not if I hit you first." The gryffindor replied, reaching for his own wand.
"Gentlemen." Professor Thyppin said, placing one of his hands on each boy's shoulder. "Enjoying ourselves?"
"Hardly." Mike said, brushing the hand off his shoulder. "I'll be in the sleeping quarters if you need me." He walked away from the table, heading for the doors that led to the hallways.
"I'll be leaving as well." The Gryffindor prefect said after Mike had left the room.
"I better not catch you two fighting." Thyppin said quietly but firmly in the prefect's ear. "We are guests here, and are to respect the school and the people in it." With that, he went back to the professors' table, and the Gryffindor prefect began to leave the room, following Mike.
 
Silently, so as to avoid being noticed, Angel slipped away from the group, Larka padding softly after her. This was worrisome; it had never happened so early before. It would be even worse in full-blown darkness... Shaking her head to rid herself of the thoughts, she walked down the hallway towards the dorm rooms.

Her eyes became blood-red as she went, and she felt the soft feathers hidden inside her robes, pressed against her skin, forming something leathery and rough. Running now, she reached the Beauxbatons dorm room, hurried through it, raced to one of the many doors branching out from the main room into individual rooms, and opened it, shutting herself up in her own private room. Larka had just barely managed to slip in after her, and the poor fox lay panting, exhausted, on the fancy, sky-blue bedsheets. "That was close," murmured Angel, whose heart was thudding too violently for her liking. But already her voice was becoming raspy and close to a hiss, and nearly intelligible. Deciding not to waste her breath on talking to herself, she extended a bat-like wing, laughing bitterly as its point cut through part of her robes. Hard to believe it resembled a dove's wing in daylight, when looking at it now. Quietly, she retreated to the furthest corner of the room, her eerie red eyes glinting in the shadows. When she was like this, the only way to make sure she didn't hurt anyone was through isolating herself...
 
Silently listening to the announcement of dorms, piper looks up and glances at her friend, taking in every little detail. Noticing her red eyes, piper looks away, and silently starts following her new friend when she starts walking away, she follows her to the hall way and, at the door that angel went in, piper looks around. Not being watched she slips in the door just in time to see a single door shut, and probably be magickly locked. In quick strides piper reaches the door and tries to open it. Failing to do so, she steps back and tries the door next to it. Succeeding, piper scans the wall for a window and sees one. Walking over to it she opens it and looks out, seeing angel's window. Conjuring a long rope with a hook on the end, piper climbs out of the window and, glancing at the sun and silently thanking the goddess' for the darkness, she jumps out from the window. Lifting her arms up in a motion like the upward flapping of wings, she rises from the fall and hovers in mid air, above the ocean. Positioning the rope in her hands she starts spinning it, with the skill of some one who has done this several times before. Releasing the rope, the hook at the end flies through the air and into angel's room with a clang. Piper starts pulling the rope back until the hook catches on the window. Continuing to pull the rope to her self she slowly pulls her self towards the window, until she is climbing into the room, looking for angel. Though strangely, both her hands are at stomach height and look as if they are ready to catch a ball.
 
I sighed a little, listening to Kimbala's instructions.

Concentrate! she hissed at me.

I growled. Kimbala tended to keep her infinate wisdoms silent and act the pup she was most of the time, but when it came time to teach me something, she was ruthless.

Remeber what your arms felt like. Your legs. Concentrate. Try and go back.

To my amazement, it worked.... Kinda... I ended up mostly human, with ears, a tail, and paws. Grumbling, I fixed that as well.

You're getting better.

"Thanks," I said quietly, moving to get to my dormitory.
 
I stood as well, to go for a walk. All this talk, it was awakening my... darker lusts and I wanted to avoid making a scene for the moment. The grounds outside were cool with the night air of a Frence fall, though to me, it was not worth noticing. Russian summers were colder with a good degree of regularity.

As I looked out over the small lake we had arrived by, I felt uneasy. It was not a feeling I was used to and so, brushed it aside. Thus, when I felt the hands clamp about my neck and twist, it was too late to do anything. The last thing I heard was, "I am sorry, my brother. This was not an environment that you could be allowed to be in."
 
"A levitation spell is fairly easy to detect, you know." Mike said, projecting his voice behind him. A click was heard as the Gryffindor prefect's feet hit the floor.
"How long did you know?" The Gryffindor asked, not at all surprised.
"Long enough to formulate a strategy to defeat you." Mike replied, intentionally sounding overconfident.
"We'll see about that." The Gryffindor said, slightly pissed off, beginning to draw his wand. "Ince-"
"Expelliarmus!" Mike exlaimed, whirling around and pointing his wand at the wand of the other prefect. It shot from the prefect's hand, hitting the floor with a soft thunk. Immediately, the Gryffindor began to head for the wand.
"Serpensortia!" Mike shouted before the Gryffindor could reach his wand. A snake identical to Tatsumi shot out from the tip of the wand, slithering towards the Gryffindor. Tatsumi slithered down Mike's leg, joining the conjured Snake.
"Accio!" The other prefect exclaimed, realizing that the snakes would reach his wand before he did. The wand immediately flew to his hand and he grasped it firmly. "Stupefy!" A red bolt of energy shot forth from his wand, striking what he had hoped to be Tatsumi but was actually the conjured snake. In a puff of smoke, the illusion was gone, and in the time it took the prefect to realize what he had hit, Tatsumi was already lunging toward his face.
"Densaugeo!" Mike exclaimed, pointing his wand at Tatsumi. Tatsumi's fangs grew to the size of kitchen knives as he bore them towards the Gryffindor Prefect.
"Banishing Charm!" Came a familiar voice louder then the two prefects had ever heard it. Tatsumi flew backwards, landing by Mike's feet. Professor Thyppin walked up behind the Gryffindor, his wand out. "Expelliarmus!" He followed up, expelling both prefects' wands from their hands. "I told you I didn't want any fighting." Thyppin said sternly. "Minus two hundred points for Gryffindor and Slytherin houses. If I catch either of you fighting outside of the competition again, I will see to it that you are both expelled from Hogwarts." He began to walk away, back toward the dining hall. "And don't say anything about being saved by a Professor." He called back, directing his comment at the Gryffindor prefect. "It was your sorry *** that was saved tonight."
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OOC: Hmm, I just stumbled upon what may be a loophole. Two questions:
1. What exactly does Prior Incantato do? The site I'm on that describes all the spells, charms, and curses used in Harry Potter says that it "creates an image of the last spell cast by a wand". What does this mean?
2. Are references to Avada Kadavra being used by the character at times outside the roleplay ok? See what I mean below.
Depending on the answers to these two questions, a potential loophole can be created. If Prior Incantato does what I think it does (make the effects of a previous spell appear, as if that spell was being cast, but only as an illusion), and Avada Kadvra can be referenced (ie, the character has previously cast Avada Kadavra), the character could in theory simulate Avada Kedavra using the Prior Incantato spell. If this is allowed, what would that do? Make the target think they were dead? o.O
Also, if you're wondering where to find the names for some spells and stuff, do a google search-I just used the first result...
And another thing...for Charms/Spells with Charm in their name, to people actually say "___ Charm" when they cast them?
 
Ugh, this is going to be one strange event.

Ivan thought to himself as he began finishing his plate with the dessert that he had grabbed. At first glance, it looked to be some sort of cake, but once it was in his mouth the unusual dessert was hard and tasted rather like a cookie. It was a very strange dessert indeed.

As Ivan began walking both, he noticed some leaving the building, others rushing off, but most going to the dorms that some woman had directed them two just a couple minutes earlier. Since he was yawning and very exhausted, Ivan followed after them, hoping to grab a few hours of sleep before the tournament started tomorrow, It would certainly prove to be a very exciting event, or so Ivan thought in that large head of his.
 
OOC: Congratulations on getting David lost and confused. *hands everyone a cookie* Now, someone, the heck is happening? @.@
 
Burninating Torchic: Your Priori Incantato would not be a loophole, as I am under the impression that it merely 'reveals' the spell last cast, and doesn't 'use' it. But then again in the book Crouch used it to-okay w/e. Anyway, I believe it would be the same thing as using Avada Kedavra, as the fact remains, you would be using the spell, so that would kill your opponent.

I once had a page for the spells, and I'll try to find it again, but no, the charm's thing is false.

For instance, the leviation Charm, would be 'Locomotor Mortis', or 'Wingardium Leviosa'. Get it?

Check it out, I FOUND IT! Well, not really. The old one was MUCH MUCH better, with ones that weren't even in the book yet (Dear J.K. Rowling, thank you for spoiling us so) but w/e. w00t. And indeed, I am confuzzled as well.

Spells Spells Spells!
 
OOC: David, we're prettymuch heading to the dorms, right now.

BIC: I had been walking back to the dorms when I noticed Kimbala's hackles rising. I crouched down and stroaked her back. "Easy girl," I whispered. "What's going on?"

Death, she growled.

I winced and rose. Where is it, Kimbala? I asked, resorting to using my mindvoice with her.

Lake.

I nodded and moved in that direction, creeping silently. There, I saw a boy whom I didn't recognize, but looked oddly familiar. Like, perhaps I'd met a relative of his or something. I couldn't put my finger on it.

I kept hidden. I didn't know exactly who he was or what he'd do to me if he found me sneaking around. Better to be safe than sorry.
 
OOC: Yep, we're heading to the dorms. Madame Domina is leading everybody to their rooms. There are three separate larger rooms for each school, and these branch out into small, individual rooms for each student/staff member(fancy! O.o). And some of us... *cough* Are being a bit psychopathic.... o_o; Like Angel, who is, by mysterious circumstances, already in her room.... :paranoid: Note: The following post may not be suitable for those who do not like blood, knives, or people threatening others using bloody knives. Thank you.

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Angel hissed softly, spotting the girl from before climbing through the window. What was her name...? It didn't matter now, as 'Angel', in this form, had only one word for everyone else: Prey. Grinning devilishly in a way that revealed quite a few of her new-grown fangs, she swept towards the intruder, caressing the knife hidden in her pocket with one hand.

NO! Horrified by what she was doing, Angel struggled, mentally, against her own instincts. All that an outsider would see, though, was that the creepy, fanged girl with red eyes and leathery wings had stopped dead in her tracks, and was now staring at her fellow student with obvious longing.

"Piper," Angel managed to moan, "why did you come looking for me here?" The knife had slipped out of her pocket with fingers beyond her control...Angry at herself, Angel distracted the force controlling her by slashing at her own face with the object. She knew the scars wouldn't be there in the morning; she had done this before. No one would suspect anything. "GO!" she yelled in a half-hiss to Piper, before she was, without even consciously thinking about it, holding the knife to Piper's throat. "And tell no one what you've seen, or there will be...serious consequences." She released Piper and disappeared into a corner of the room, bat-like wings flapping quietly at her sides.
 
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<OOC>Now, meet ze new character, Alexi the depressed wizard.<OOC>

I sighed as I rolled the body into the lke. It was rather... anti-climactic, really. I had lived in fear of my brother for so long, and now he was dead... Just... Dead, it hadn't even taken me much effort. I heard a soft whine. I reached down and scratched Ghost behind the ears, a wan smile coming over my face. At least I'd saved him, when Nikolai stole him from me all those years ago... I sighed again and scrambled up the branches of a nearby tree. Sitting in the crook of two branches, I flicked out a knife and began idly rolling it across my fingers.
 
Lifting up her head, she sniffs the air. Pupils dialating slightly as she makes her way to her dorm, she knows quite well what that scent was...Blood. Indeed, it did not affect her as much as it would have in her wolf state (whenever there'e to be a full moon at night, during the day she acts awkwardly and frequently gets headaches from the Wolfsbane potions she must take in order to regain conciousness of her mind) but still the sharp metalic scent was stronger than it should have been to a witches nose. Maggie smelled it too, but the cat who now was tugging at her master's foot with every stride now decided to meander about the school and appear on her bed before Simone fell asleep as it always occured.

Curious a part of her mind made her follow the scent. She did not sniff noticabley as one may think, merely just inhaling through her nose and exhaling through her mouth. Stopping at the door, she hears a strange noise. Her ears burn in embarrassment as she knocks on the door, but she truly was concerned. Was a student cutting herself purposely as reassurance, like anerexia (which was common in this school) and bulimia is. Or was someone truly in trouble.

"Is everything...okay?" she says audibally in her raspy voice.
 
OOC: I thought it wasn't Maxime, but instead some...weird new lady? 0_0;;

IC: Chariot found herself in her usual dorm, a plain dorm which she shared with a weird girl she never bothered to get to know. Besides, her friends usually blocked her view of the girl, and it wasn't an issue to Chariot herself.

She sat down on her white sheets, and slid out of her heels, pulling off her hat, picking up a brush and pulling it through her silvery blonde hair. She left the part clamped with her clasp un-brushed, as she found herself too lazy to take it out as she plopped backwards upon the bed. She let her toes wiggle as they always did after an entire day of confinement, stuffed in those heels from h*ll.

Of course, none of the teachers cared if she broke her ankle by wearing those dreaded shoes. They were prim, proper, and of course, mandatory. Chariot blew a stray strand of hair from her pale porcelin face and finally, brushed it aside behind her ear. That was one thing about her that had to be perfect no matter what. Her hair was her life, and nothing would ruin her hair without getting cursed afterwards. Not even Madam Cummings.
 
OOC: Gah... *facepalm* I apologize, that was a typo.... >>; *fixes*

IC:

The creature who once was Angel hissed quietly. More prey behind the door, making noise. Must be silent, stealthy, sneaky...she shook her head and buried her face in her hands, sinking to her knees as she wrapped her leathery wings around her. She was slumped against the walls of the farthest, most shadowy corner, facing the corner, so that she was not looking at Piper.

Must...fight.... she thought, but in vain. She struggled against her lusts uselessly, and finally ended up slashing her face again to prevent herself from trying to hurt Piper once more. She smiled humorlessly, licking the blood off her face. "My scars remind me," she whispered darkly to herself, "that the past is real..." Slash. A wild, grim, twisted shadow of delight crossed the girl's pale features as her crimson eyes lit up with pleasure, lapping at the wound yet again.

"Piper, go," she repeated as Angel showed through in the monster one last time, the tears of the girl mingling with the blood of this demon as they ran down her cheeks. If one looked at this sad, strange being at this moment, wounded noticeably by none other than herself, it would be hard to believe it was a single entity. Sadly, it was...
 
"No, stop it! I need to figure out how to reverse this first!" I cried and screamed at Alex as he dragged me by my right arm towards the dorm area. "Nooooo!" If you were unaware of the situation, this would have seemed like Alex was dragging me off to abuse me in some manor or another.

As we reached the room that was to be mine, he took hold of me by my long hair, and basically threw me into the room. As he shut the door, I heard it lock, followed by the sound of Alex telling off a younger student for attempting to prank another. I started banging on the door, not thinking straight enough to realise I could just unlock the door. I fell to my knees before the door, almost in tears. I realized he had locked me in here so I could snap out of it, but it wasn't working...
 
((Bah, lacking muse today. I know what'll get me into it, if nobody minds...^.^))

There was a low hiss behind her, and a talon of fury upon her ankle. Wincing, she looks around, her cat behind her with worrisome eyes. "What is it Maggie?" coos Simone, ignoring the cut that had formed upon her ankle. Lamp-like eyes glare at her, and twitch towards the window where the sun had begun to set, and now was merely a distant glow onto land. Simone appears confused, looking at her cat with a raised eyebrow before soming to the conclusion. Was tonight a full moon?

Rushing through the halls, she was stopped by a scowling Teacher, scorning her for not to run in the halls.

"Tell me, Madame. Is there a full moon tonight?" she says meekly, seeming to hang like a limp cub as the teacher holds onto the cuff of her shirt.

"Why yes, which is another reason why you shouldn't be going out! There's a large dog wandering around, and I don't want to take any chances of a student being attacked by something that could very well be a werewolf!" Snarls the woman bitterly, her graying hair hangling limply after being taken out of a bun. Her nose was curved like a vulture's, and her fingers as long and pointy as her nails made them look.

"Well then..." gulps Simone, looking down, "You best let me go. You don't want me to be late for my detention." The teacher looks quizically at her.

"Well, I was eating rather rudely during dinner," she says quietly, shifting her feet. She spoke rappidly to preserve time. "And I was punished. You know, not good first impressions...and I'm already late!" and with that, Sim was off.

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Cool air nipped about her skin as she ran outside, her sides heaving. She was by the lake, unaware of the boy who was now playing with his knife. Blinking her strange green-yellow eyes, she begins to shudder abnormally. Sweat trickles down her face, and a strange stretching sensation begins to overwhelm her. Tripping as she walked slowly now, she was vaugly aware that her shoes had slipped off, and her legs had begun to grow rather long and dog-like, face stretching...her eyes teared as it felt as though her skin was bubbling as it produced hairs to cover her whole body and then...

A long low howl could be heard throughout the BeauxBaton school, and a rather gangly looking monster was standing by the lake, in a dark siloghette (SP?) from the moonlight.

And she had forgotten to take her potion. What a forgetful girl she was.

((As I said again, hope you didn't mind. This was to get my muse back, and nothing says muse like a rampant werewolf! ^.^ She won't cause much trouble, promise.))
 
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