Do I Ever Learn PV L.W. & M.V

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─────Lucian was turning and tossing in his new bed. He was away for the first time and it seemed to get to him. He got up from laying down on the bed. He couldn't sleep any longer. And he thought there was no point in trying to pretend to sleep. He was awake as if it was morning. He knew he had classes in the morning and might get in trouble but he was determined to sneak out of the dorm room.

Without another thought, but quietly the young first year started to sneak out to the Duelling club. He didn't know what was calling him there but it seemed like a place the young boy ended up deciding to go. He made a small noise and turned to face a girl who was older than him. It was ten o'clock and if he was sneaking out wasn't the girl doing the same thing? He stood there, frozen with his wand in his hand. "Flipendo" He cast a spell on her without warning.

Lucian Casts Flipendo on Lily
Wisdom Roll: 17
17 > 9 → Success
Acc vs Eva
23 >15 → Hit
Damage: 100+5x15 = 175
Lily loses 175 HP.

The spell hit the girl. He smirked as he looked at her and said "I am Lucian. Sneaking out. Isn't that what you are doing?" He looked at her. He was not sure casting a spell at her was the right call or not.

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As scared as Lucian was of the girl he attacked. He was more scared now that he had thrown a spell at her. He looked at her and didn't deter from where he was standing. He was a Gryffindor and not a coward. So he was thinking of what to do next. The girl was scaring him, and he had his wand in his hand. A tool that was really useful for these times. He was looking at her as she slowly advances closer. Her voice dropping low and menacing. "Incendio" He cast the fire spell. He was not sure why he was casting spell after spell on her. When she had done absolutely nothing to initiate this.

Lucian casts Incendio on Lily
Wisdom: 13
13 > 9
Acc vs Eva
24 > 10 → Success
Duration: [1d6:4] → 1 round
Damage: 50 + 5 × 15= 125
Lily is on fire -40 HP for one round.
Lily loses 165 HP.

"I am not the kind of person who runs away, Miss. I am a Gryffindor. I am not a coward." He said to her. He didn't care what was about to happen. He was sure as hell he wanted to stay there. "May I know your name?" He said. He was not sure if it was the right thing to do after casting two spells on her. He looked at her with determination. He was not going to move from the space he was standing or more like frozen in. He was staring at her.

Banner by Camille De Varenne

Interacting with:	@Lily Isobel McCoire & @Lucian Wright
Date:	September, 2026
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Words:	458

Perm to godmod Lily was asked for and granted.

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Max was up late. He was usually an early riser, but since what happened during the summer and especially after returning to school he found it much harder to fall asleep. He could of course have made the responsible choice and tossed and turned in his bed until he passed out from exhaustion if not for pure boredom, but he felt much more like moving. He had found that after having been appointed prefect no one really questioned him anymore. No matter where he was or the time he found himself there he usually got away with it. He was not on patrol tonight, but as he walked the corridors he was drawn to the duelling club. Probably just a force of habit.

As he closed in though, he heard voices and paused. No one was really supposed to be here this late and the voices didn’t really sound like teachers. He kicked his feet into motion and swung open the door. He was confused by the sight that met him more than anything else. McCoire was on fire? Be blinked from her to the first year he couldn’t remember the name of and back again. A thought about helping to put out the flames began to form, but the fifth year seemed to have it well in hand.

What happened next led him from confused to baffled and shocked as Lily transformed and pounced on the boy. Granted she did circle him a bit first, but Max had more than enough with just comprehending the scene before him. He stood as if frozen for a moment before he rushed forwards. «HEY!» A bit of anger even entered his voice as he yelled for their attention. He didn’t wait for any of them to notice and acknowledge him. When he was close enough he grabbed the fox by the scruff of its neck and pulled it off before gesturing between them. «What the heck McCoire?! I get that first years are annoying and all, but maiming them is about two steps too far!» His voice remained loud, but filled with confusion more than anything else.

He turned on his heel to look over the first year. His name was definitely something to do with ‘Right’, but he didn’t much feel like saying that word aloud. Not really giving either of them much of a chance to talk he started another tirade. And you…» He had intended to ask why he was out of bed at this hour. Instead the situation suddenly seemed to click into place. He pointed a finger at Lily while continuing to stare Lucian down. «Did you set her on fire?» His tone changed. The confusion and upset replaced with anger spoken through gritted teeth.

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Lucian had been scared to the point that he cast yet another spell on Lily who had done nothing to him. He watched as the older girl stamp out the fire that he had cast on her. He saw her turn into a Fox. Gosh! Now he was done for. No one knew where he was. Who would come to help him out in this case. He watched her closely as she circled around him. This terrified the young boy more. Before he could call out for help, she had pounced on him making him fall back. He felt her claws digging into his shoulders and he heard her growl. He screamed in pain and tears started flowing out of his eyes. He was more frightened now than he had been before. "Help" He said meekly.

He turned to look at an older boy who walked in and pulled her away from him. His shoulders had started to bleed. He was glad someone had come to his rescue. But this someone was also older. If he had learned anything from the whole experience it was not to throw spells on older students. He fell down on the ground and sobbed softly as the wound on his shoulders hurt him like hell.

He looked up at the older boy when he was addressed. "I have a name you know. Yes, I did." He said admitting what he had done. Not only had he harmed her for no reason but had been harmed by her for casting spells on her. "Save me from her. She dug her claws in my shoulders." He said.

Banner by Camille De Varenne

Interacting with:	@Lily Isobel McCoire & @Lucian Wright
Date:	September, 2026
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Words:	353

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Why did he decide on coming by the duelling club again? It was just his luck to discover two fellow lions in the middle of trying to take each other out. The first year, whatever his name was, just up and admitted casting the fire charm. Disbelief crossed his face before it narrowed to something closer to anger. Then the fifth year transformed back and he turned to look at her. So she hadn’t intended to make mincemeat out of Lucien. Just… cause injury? The disbelief was back as he dragged a hand through his hair and looked between them while they bickered. «Alright, so…» He had intended to say it would probably be a good idea if they all just went back to the common room. He never made it that far, as Lily shot off some flames of her own. Max jumped back on pure instinct. Sure, he should technically protect the first year… but he would live, right?

A second or less was the time he allowed himself to get his head on straight. Then he pivoted to McCoire and raised his wand. He figured they had both hurt each other enough, and so he aimed his wand into the air and shot off the Purple Firecrackers Conjuration Spell. «Violaceous!» He had predicted his spell would fail. Instead, firecrackers of purple shot out of his wand with the volume expected to follow it. To put it nicely it took him off guard. When the noise died down he took a deep breath in through the nose before pointing an accusatory finger at the both of them. «Now that is enough! What in Merlins beard are you to playing at?!» He looked between them, still mad but genuinely unsure what he was supposed to do now. Would they come with him to the common room if he said so? Was that enough? He really should have spent more time thinking about what tools came with his nice position. Instead of doing so now, he crossed his arms. «And don’t any of you DARE shoot off another spell! What were you thinking?!»

Reducio

Purple Firecrackers Conjuration Spell
WDC 10
[1d20:19]+4=23
10<23
arc roll
[1d20:3]+5=8
8= purple firecracker