Fire with Fire.
Everything would happen almost all at once. The explosion left soot on the wall, the armour and Norwood's face. Smoke filled the halls. The suit of armour began to lean and creak until it ultimately toppled over. The resounding crash resulted in outrage. Portraits too far down the corridor to have seen anything shrieked. Other students... well, at least they weren't too surprised.
Livia, seated primly in class, wished she could have seen the look on Norwood's face. As it was, the explosion itself was muffled, what with the door to the classroom being shut. The resulting clang, though, which had not been part of the plan? That was very soundly heard. A few of her classmates looked around in confusion. One excused himself and opened the door to see what had occurred. A hint of smoke began to enter the room; luckily, though, the individual exited quickly, shutting the door behind him. It now only smelled as if one of the candles lighting the room had thrown a slight fit.
Livia folded her hands in front of her and smiled with tight lips, readying herself to lift her hand to answer a question as if it were just a normal Thursday.
She would excuse herself later, but for now, attempting normalcy was imperative.
Outside the confines of the room, and largely unbeknownst to her, a mass of students had congregated. Few of them seemed to consider that Norwood might be innocent; given his demeanour and reputation, such an idea was nearly abhorrently impossible. Expressions of surprise were thrown about. Accusations, too.
But even as smoke billowed and Norwood appeared quite frazzled, one Avery Chen did not hesitate to make this situation a bit better for everyone involved. His Serenate was calmly and clearly uttered. His accuracy left room for improvement, but so did Norwood's evasive ability; the spell hit the boy square in the chest. A warm sensation not unlike that which was caused by confident bravado going well would fill his veins. The mechanics of what had occurred – the who, the what, the why, the how – would not take precedence in his mind; rather, pride and self-assurance would take to the forefront.
Another girl, who had come seemingly prepared, readied herself to launch a potion at Norwood. She tried, and she failed. It sailed through the air, neatly missing everyone in its path (though perhaps one might have stepped into its path). The girl would likely need to practise her accuracy before inserting herself into an actual fight.
Luckily for her, it remained to be seen whether this would devolve into one.
Unfortunately for Norwood, though, there was more than one method of derision. Though it likely would have gone unnoticed during the clamour, the movement from the knocked-over suit of armour had caused some small, creatively-modified exploding bonbons to fall and hit the ground. Minor external modifications allowed for a small delay, during which they rolled out from the smoke pouring out of the suit of armour's foot.
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-POP.
A number of smaller explosions sounded. Most of them remained near or within the smoke; some were ever stuck inside the suit of armour. Avery, Silas and Tina were the three unlucky ones. Avery and Tina were perceptive enough to realise something was off; their reflexes were lightning-fast as they tried to dodge. Silas lacked the same finesse. One bonbon would smack him in the leg as it exploded; he would be fine in the long run, but it would absolutely smart for a bit.
One could only wonder what Norwood would do, and if anyone else would have something to do or say regarding the situation at hand.
Livia, seated primly in class, wished she could have seen the look on Norwood's face. As it was, the explosion itself was muffled, what with the door to the classroom being shut. The resulting clang, though, which had not been part of the plan? That was very soundly heard. A few of her classmates looked around in confusion. One excused himself and opened the door to see what had occurred. A hint of smoke began to enter the room; luckily, though, the individual exited quickly, shutting the door behind him. It now only smelled as if one of the candles lighting the room had thrown a slight fit.
Livia folded her hands in front of her and smiled with tight lips, readying herself to lift her hand to answer a question as if it were just a normal Thursday.
She would excuse herself later, but for now, attempting normalcy was imperative.
Outside the confines of the room, and largely unbeknownst to her, a mass of students had congregated. Few of them seemed to consider that Norwood might be innocent; given his demeanour and reputation, such an idea was nearly abhorrently impossible. Expressions of surprise were thrown about. Accusations, too.
But even as smoke billowed and Norwood appeared quite frazzled, one Avery Chen did not hesitate to make this situation a bit better for everyone involved. His Serenate was calmly and clearly uttered. His accuracy left room for improvement, but so did Norwood's evasive ability; the spell hit the boy square in the chest. A warm sensation not unlike that which was caused by confident bravado going well would fill his veins. The mechanics of what had occurred – the who, the what, the why, the how – would not take precedence in his mind; rather, pride and self-assurance would take to the forefront.
Another girl, who had come seemingly prepared, readied herself to launch a potion at Norwood. She tried, and she failed. It sailed through the air, neatly missing everyone in its path (though perhaps one might have stepped into its path). The girl would likely need to practise her accuracy before inserting herself into an actual fight.
Luckily for her, it remained to be seen whether this would devolve into one.
Unfortunately for Norwood, though, there was more than one method of derision. Though it likely would have gone unnoticed during the clamour, the movement from the knocked-over suit of armour had caused some small, creatively-modified exploding bonbons to fall and hit the ground. Minor external modifications allowed for a small delay, during which they rolled out from the smoke pouring out of the suit of armour's foot.
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-POP.
A number of smaller explosions sounded. Most of them remained near or within the smoke; some were ever stuck inside the suit of armour. Avery, Silas and Tina were the three unlucky ones. Avery and Tina were perceptive enough to realise something was off; their reflexes were lightning-fast as they tried to dodge. Silas lacked the same finesse. One bonbon would smack him in the leg as it exploded; he would be fine in the long run, but it would absolutely smart for a bit.
One could only wonder what Norwood would do, and if anyone else would have something to do or say regarding the situation at hand.
Rolls
Reducio
Avery Serenate
DC 12 (10 + 2 LC)
wis d20: 15 + 7 = 22 success
acc: d20: 2 + 12 = 14
Silas eva: d20: 3 + 8 = 11
dur: d3: 3 -> 2 rounds
Silas is Serenated. He will feel contentment with boosted confidence for 2 rounds.
Xio Arcana is yeeting babbling beverage at Silas
acc: d20: 2 + 6 = 8
Silas
eva: d20: 10 + 8 = 18
Silas evades
Does it hit anyone else? 15-20 yes
d20: 8. Nope
**Note: If you want to RP your character as getting hit by the babbling beverage, go for it.
Exploding bonbons
Targets
t!roll d3 -> 3
t!choose -> Avery, Silas, Tina
Avery EM (proc 10) -> d10: 1. No proc
Avery evasion: d20: 19 + 15 = 34. Success
Silas evasion: d20: 2 + 8 = 10. Failure -> 100 dmg
Tina eva: d20: 18 + 8 = 26. Success.
TL;DR
- Serenate is a success on Silas and will be in effect for next 2 rounds
- Xio's babbling beverage goes flying (feel free to say you got hit by it)
- Silas is hit by shrapnel from an exploding bonbon, he takes 100 dmg (700/800 HP left)
DC 12 (10 + 2 LC)
wis d20: 15 + 7 = 22 success
acc: d20: 2 + 12 = 14
Silas eva: d20: 3 + 8 = 11
dur: d3: 3 -> 2 rounds
Silas is Serenated. He will feel contentment with boosted confidence for 2 rounds.
Xio Arcana is yeeting babbling beverage at Silas
acc: d20: 2 + 6 = 8
Silas
eva: d20: 10 + 8 = 18
Silas evades
Does it hit anyone else? 15-20 yes
d20: 8. Nope
**Note: If you want to RP your character as getting hit by the babbling beverage, go for it.
Exploding bonbons
Targets
t!roll d3 -> 3
t!choose -> Avery, Silas, Tina
Avery EM (proc 10) -> d10: 1. No proc
Avery evasion: d20: 19 + 15 = 34. Success
Silas evasion: d20: 2 + 8 = 10. Failure -> 100 dmg
Tina eva: d20: 18 + 8 = 26. Success.
TL;DR
- Serenate is a success on Silas and will be in effect for next 2 rounds
- Xio's babbling beverage goes flying (feel free to say you got hit by it)
- Silas is hit by shrapnel from an exploding bonbon, he takes 100 dmg (700/800 HP left)
@Silas Norwood @Angel Dayes @Avery Chen @Xio Arcana @Fawkes Chaos @Tina Carilla @Frederick Buckley @Millie Ann @Alyss GilmourPost Deadline is 1 October 2026 at 12:00 UTC.
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- Please don't metagame knowing Livia was behind this. Up to you if you want to try to figure that out or just blame Silas
- If you're doing something, please state your moderated action. (I encourage this!)
- Feel free to reach out if you have any questions! (Note: please reach out to Silas on Saturdays as I can't really check site then.)
[staff] jessamine lancaster | marina alacrán [inpc]
Fire with Fire.
It didn’t take long for a crowd of people to show up. That was to be expected; curiosity was part of human nature. Silas couldn’t blame them. He was guilty of the same thing — that was what had drawn him here, after all, even before the explosions went off. As he stood there, surrounded by the smoke, he was still too intrigued to bother trying to escape. The initial split second of panic faded away into something closer to a peculiar peace. Of course Silas Norwood would manage to feel at home in the middle of chaos…
Unfortunately, the additional eyes on him did kind of mean that he needed to address what the hell had just happened, especially once people began accusing him with varying degrees of conviction. He ignored everyone who either hadn’t spoken or hadn’t addressed him directly. The first who did was a girl from his year who he had previously duelled. “Nothin’. D’ya want to be on fire again?” He wasn’t helping his case; it came out worse than intended, since he had meant for it to be more of a comment about her walking right over to a bunch of smoke instead of the implication that he would be personally setting her on fire. Still, he did not bother to correct himself. It wasn’t entirely wrong.
The next girl took a more aggressive approach, grabbing her wand and narrowing her eyes as she demanded to know what he did. “Nothin’!” he repeated, marginally more convincingly than when he spoke to Fawkes, raising his hands slightly as if in surrender. He didn’t want to get hexed for something he didn’t even do. Sadly, it was at that moment that the spell hit him, though he wasn’t aware that such a thing had transpired. Before he could stop himself, a smile spread across his face, making his claim seem less genuine.
He couldn’t be bothered to consider the potential consequences of that anymore. In fact, nothing bothered him. He was filled with confidence, an inner warmth dissipating any lingering concerns. Everything was and would be fine. He wasn’t in the wrong, so surely everyone would understand that. The smile stayed in place and his posture relaxed slightly. “That could've seriously hurt someone!” “Bu’ it didn’, did it? Everyone’s fiiiine, stop worryin’ so much.” He waved his hand dismissively. “This wasn’ even me, anyway.” The last part was directed towards all the people who had accused him. This situation is ridiculous. A half-amused laugh escaped his lips before he could realise how that would appear.
He wasn’t sure where, precisely, it was coming from, but another series of bangs soon went off, and something hit his leg. “Ow, fuck,” he mumbled, staring at where the stinging feeling was and leaning down to rub the area lightly before standing up again and moving a bit farther away. It didn’t bother him too much despite the pain, but maybe that was just because of how confident he was feeling. He sighed and leaned idly against a nearby wall, content to just exist here for the time being.
Unfortunately, the additional eyes on him did kind of mean that he needed to address what the hell had just happened, especially once people began accusing him with varying degrees of conviction. He ignored everyone who either hadn’t spoken or hadn’t addressed him directly. The first who did was a girl from his year who he had previously duelled. “Nothin’. D’ya want to be on fire again?” He wasn’t helping his case; it came out worse than intended, since he had meant for it to be more of a comment about her walking right over to a bunch of smoke instead of the implication that he would be personally setting her on fire. Still, he did not bother to correct himself. It wasn’t entirely wrong.
The next girl took a more aggressive approach, grabbing her wand and narrowing her eyes as she demanded to know what he did. “Nothin’!” he repeated, marginally more convincingly than when he spoke to Fawkes, raising his hands slightly as if in surrender. He didn’t want to get hexed for something he didn’t even do. Sadly, it was at that moment that the spell hit him, though he wasn’t aware that such a thing had transpired. Before he could stop himself, a smile spread across his face, making his claim seem less genuine.
He couldn’t be bothered to consider the potential consequences of that anymore. In fact, nothing bothered him. He was filled with confidence, an inner warmth dissipating any lingering concerns. Everything was and would be fine. He wasn’t in the wrong, so surely everyone would understand that. The smile stayed in place and his posture relaxed slightly. “That could've seriously hurt someone!” “Bu’ it didn’, did it? Everyone’s fiiiine, stop worryin’ so much.” He waved his hand dismissively. “This wasn’ even me, anyway.” The last part was directed towards all the people who had accused him. This situation is ridiculous. A half-amused laugh escaped his lips before he could realise how that would appear.
He wasn’t sure where, precisely, it was coming from, but another series of bangs soon went off, and something hit his leg. “Ow, fuck,” he mumbled, staring at where the stinging feeling was and leaning down to rub the area lightly before standing up again and moving a bit farther away. It didn’t bother him too much despite the pain, but maybe that was just because of how confident he was feeling. He sighed and leaned idly against a nearby wall, content to just exist here for the time being.
Reducio
Action: Active dodge (including attempting to dodge friendly or helpful spells/potions unless someone explains what they’re trying to do and he agrees to it, which you can check with me by owling or DMing me on Discord)
Directly interacting with: @Fawkes Chaos, @Tina Carilla, @Frederick Buckley, @Alyss Gilmour
Others: @Angel Dayes, @Avery Chen, @Xio Arcana, @Millie Ann, @Livia Machavariani
Stats:
Stamina: 8
Evasion: 8
Strength: 6
Wisdom: 5
Arcane Power: 5
Accuracy: 8
Directly interacting with: @Fawkes Chaos, @Tina Carilla, @Frederick Buckley, @Alyss Gilmour
Others: @Angel Dayes, @Avery Chen, @Xio Arcana, @Millie Ann, @Livia Machavariani
Stats:
Stamina: 8
Evasion: 8
Strength: 6
Wisdom: 5
Arcane Power: 5
Accuracy: 8
Second student character of Ruby Cazares | Staff account: Taros Quintero | iNPC: Valeriy Viktorovna Reznikov
Check out the Headliner!
Fire with Fire.
"Now I wonder who did this eh?" she scoffed and her irritation was directed at Silas Norwood. But, as perceptive as she was she couldn't help but feel like he wasn't the man that deface school property. Angel shook her head in disappointment, what would the Headmaster even make of this?
It was only getting worse when the situation was beginning to attract attention from other students from different houses, Angel was not amused with the chain reaction because nothing ever gets passed through Hogwarts especially it's attendees. She knew Silas Norwood, part of the Headliner committee and a notorious reputation around these very corridors or halls to be exact.
Two students who she did not seem to recall as their faces were foreign to her but still she believed those two were up to something that would not help deescalate the predicament at hand. The slytherin lad who seemed very unimpressed and that the situation was not peculiar to him at all like he was desensitized to such events. He casted serenate to Norwood and to the raven haired witch's face she was impressed that he was successful with casting the spell. Now, Norwood seemed very contented with what he "supposedly" done and with no sense of remorse or guilt. What a way to frame someone.
"Primitive really." she critiqued with a venom in her tone
"Finite Incantatem!" she said with clarity making sure every word was heard. Pointing at Norwood hopefully that the sudden euphoria would not deplete him of being cognizant.
Unfortunately the Ravenclaw girl was no wiser and decided to play troublemaker and threw a Babbling beverage, and at least she threw it poorly and it served the foolish lass who thought it was witty to even throwing such a vile without improving on her accuracy. If she was a professor, points would have been removed from the Ravenclaw and Slytherin house. Angel shudder at the very thought and probability.
"Really?" she said disapprovingly her voice coated in sardonic undertones
Two more birds committed to stay at the burning nest. Now these faces she regonized very well.
Fawkes Chaos, a Duellist and a Duelling Captain for the respective house that seemed to leave a horrid impression on the Slytherin. Angel knew Fawkes was one of the people who embodied their house's qualities quite well and she knew far too well she was much more smarter than the other Slytherin and Ravenclaw who didn't seem to show much promise anyway.
Tina Carilla, her first friend that she made back when they started as first years, outspoken and studious she felt very proud to have settled towards the right people who knew better and have better judgement. Angel nodded approvingly with Tina staying aback, very wise as always.
"Now it's certainly a pleasure to see you two again." she says with a playful tune
Fredrick Buckley, who she became good friends with back at the Alumni Quidditch match, but she was only met with surprise to have stumbled upon him too, Angel smiled and cocked her head slightly to the left.
"Mr.Buckley, Ms.Ann? You guys too huh?" she muttered
Millie Ann, the Ravenclaw was unfamiliar to her even though she had been aquatinted with her at Summer Camp in the mysteries department during summer break, however they never had any other sort of interaction besides that. Angel wanted a fresh start and decided to go beside the other Slytherin who look like to be around her age. Making friends was out of place for such a situation they were having their very eyes upon but it wouldn't hurt to try to interact with her own house members for now.
"We're fine!" she stammered, she caught some smoke and coughed due to sudden shift of air quality.
Angel went beside the other snake and committed to making the first speech for introduction or rather offering a question.
"Hey, you wonder if Norwood did it?" she whispered covering one side of her cheek
"I guess our house never fails to be notorious after all hm? Ms...?" she trailed off she had forgotten that she had never known her name.
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stats: Stamina: 8, Evasion: 6, Strength: 5, Wisdom: 7, ArcPower: 3, Accuracy: 6
abilities: lovely Creature, Dhampir
inventory: Black Fire Potion, Gregory’s Unctuous Unction
action: using the general counter spell to Silas to reverse seranate
@Silas Norwood
@Alyss Gilmore
@Fawkes Chaos
@Tina Carilla
@Fredrick Buckley
@Avery Chen
@Xio Arcana
@Alyss Gilmore
@Fawkes Chaos
@Tina Carilla
@Fredrick Buckley
@Avery Chen
@Xio Arcana
Last edited by Angel Dayes on 5 Oct 2026, 04:03, edited 1 time in total.
INPC: Chelsea Mitzchel
"That cloud, what's it called again?"
"That cloud, what's it called again?"
Fire with Fire.
by Elena Clark
He didn't really expect his spell to succeed, because he hadn't really cast magic seriously for a year, but he was infinitely glad that the spell did not backfire and make him cheer for the property damage instead. That would've been awkward.
He watched as other underclassmen approached the fallen suit of armor in succession and blame Norwood. There was a Ravenclaw with blue glasses who he didn't recognize, so she must've been a first or second year. Then, there was another young Ravenclaw with freckles who narrowed her eyes at Norwood and gripped her wand, not before calling out yet a third Ravenclaw girl who was... crouching under a suit of armor? Avery blinked at her. "Is it... nice down there?" What are you doing in there?" he asked @Xio Arcana, because he was curious. Sitting amongst the dust bunnies against a bunch of metal was not his choice hiding spot to pass the time between classes, but maybe it was better than he thought? The Rehearsal Room was getting pretty crowded these days...
Sentiment around the jury corridor was that Silas Norwood had planted a bomb inside the suit of armor, just as the Gryffindor boy phrased very succinctly. Even Gilmour the Broom Racing Captain was there to witness the incident. Even prior to Avery's spell hitting, the jury was already out. Maybe Norwood really did plant a bomb like everyone believed. Avery wasn't sure before, and just wanted a little fun to confirm what might've already been true, but seems like everyone else already believed it.
So, when his spell finally hit, he didn't feel guilty at all. He was just... helping the situation along to reveal itself. And if it ended with Norwood in detention and absent for quidditch practice, all the better.
"Wow, Silas Norwood, are you threatening to set fire on other students in the hallways? I think that is absolutely malicious and against the rules," he said, injected some disbelief and shock into his voice, as if setting fire to other people was a Very Bad Thing.
As Norwood kept denying his guilt, another series of explosions went off, this time smaller. However, Avery managed to quickly dodge out of the way, thanks to his many years of quidditch training, he supposed. As Norwood swore, Avery barely managed to suppress a grin. Not as nimble as some other people who were supposed to be on the team, was he?
"We're okay, I think," he said in response to Gilmour's concerned question. "That exploding bon bon nearly hit me in the face. If it had been another unfortunate student, it might've blown out an eye! I think he just really likes violence. Maybe someone should notify a prefect," he suggested with a shrug but stayed, not in any hurry to bring an immediate end to this situation just yet.
Avery sighed in disappointment as the young Slytherin girl likely called his spell 'primitive' and attempted to cast Finite Incantatem on Norwood...which he hoped would fail. Oh? Did she think she was somebody, swooping in to solve everyone's problems? Some underclassmen really haven't been at Hogwarts long enough to fully enjoy the opportunities that were in front of them. Since there was nothing for him to respond to, and she wasn't talking to him, there was no need for him to engage her, in case she ratted on him for casting the spell in the first place.
"Now how many galleons do you think this suit of armor cost?" he asked the group. "Norwood, are you made of money? I'm not sure detention is enough for this type of property damage. Maybe you'll have to sell your broom."
Action: None.
@Silas Norwood, @Angel Dayes, @Livia Machavariani
Stats: Stamina: 15 | Evasion: 15 | Strength: 6 | Wisdom: 7 | ArcPower: 4 | Accuracy: 12 (+3 Muggle Condition)
Abilities: Blindvision, Muggle Condition, Savior, Evasive Maneuvers
Fire with Fire.
Word Count: 290
| Date: September 10th, 2026 | Time: Afternoon | Location: Cooridors, Hogwarts | Participation: N/A |
| Mentions: @Silas Norwood | @Livia Machavariani | @Avery Chen |
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𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚜𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝙰 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗.
𝙰𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚢. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚍𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛-𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝚇𝚒𝚘’𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝.
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝙰𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.
"𝚄-𝚞𝚖...𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎!" 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚙 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙺𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚘𝚠, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛.
𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍, 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎, 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚑, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕.
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OOC Notes: Oof, at least it was worth a try! LOL
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━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━sta 06|eva 07| str 03| wis 09| arc 07| acc 08━━━━━━ Prodigal Astronomy Learner | Wandmaker ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━When Silas opened his mouth and spoke to her, Fawkes visibly flinched. The thought of being caught on fire again was honestly terrifying. She had spent quite a bit of time in the hospital wing for the wounds she sustained after their duel and quite frankly, she didn't want to re-live such a moment again. It had given her nightmares for a week or so after the duel had concluded. Overall, not a fun time.
If she had to be honest with herself, she was angry. Angry mainly at his attitude during the duel and even angrier at his attitude now. Honestly what did he think would happen? He was found at the scene of a 'crime'. It wasn't as if he had a reputation of being a stellar person, of course people were going to assume he was behind the crime.
In the back of her mind, she had heard what the older boy had said. Setting fire to people in the corridors wasn't the smartest idea. But quite frankly she was too blinded by anger to pay attention to what was being said by the people around her. Pulling out her wand from her robe pocket, she gripped the alder wood tightly. Last year Norwood had to deal with her old and probably faulty wand. But now? Now she had upgraded. She pointed the wand at him and said softly Incendio Duo
Stats: sta 06|eva 07| str 03| wis 09| arc 07| acc 08
Abilities: Prodigal Astronomy Learner | Wandmaker (Phoenix feather - +2 acc to spells, 10% extra spell chance.)
Potions: Muffling draught, Confusing concoction
Action: Casting Incendio duo at Silas Norwood.
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