mentioning: @Elena Clark | date: 31-08-2025 | fit: x

It all seemed to happen in slow motion, similar to an action scene from a corny Muggle moving picture she'd seen at a cheap theater once with some friends from the village. Her companion, now known as 'Elena Clark', was suddenly flying through the air towards the bag as the explosions did their job in the background. Avis' expression changed from confident determination to foreboding horror as she watched the girl overshoot her landing, flying a few feet away from her outstretched hand which was ready to reach forward and yank her back behind their precarious temporary cover after she finished her task.

Despite this, Avis yelled encouragement as Elena snatched her bag in a flurry of movement. The snowballs, deterred for a few seconds, now seemed to be locked back on to their original target. Damn these buggers were smart. The ferocious little objects began their descent once again, stirring up a small snowstorm of ice as they swirled around Avis' partner.

"Merlin," she whispered in horror. The girl had seconds to react before they turned Elena's fair skin into a canvas of blue and black. She doubted the bon-bons would work again. It seemed the balls of ice had discovered their purpose of distraction and would pay no mind to a second round. There was only one thing Avis could think to do. If you can't beat them, join them.

Picking up some of the snow that had began to gather from the snowballs flying around them, Avis formed it into a hard packed ball, hands reddening from the temperature of the ice. Aiming, she lobbed it at a snowball sailing towards her companion, giving her some time to move forward.

Repeating the action a few more times, Avis watched as a few of the assailants burst into mini explosions of ice and snow from the impact of her own and once the way had cleared a bit more, it was time to move.

The girl didn't waste any more time. She slid forward, the floor slick with melted snow, and clasped Elena's hand, reaching back with her other one and grabbing the edge of the trunk for some leverage. With every bit of strength she could muster (which granted was not much, even for a 12 year old girl), Avis pulled herself and Elena out of the mini snow battle, eventually gaining enough momentum to slide her behind the trunk. The Ravenclaw scrambled after her, ducking as a few rogue snowballs pelted towards her, hitting the trunk with a resounding thump. For good measure, Avis scraped the last of the extra snow off the floor, sending three more snowballs into the fray, hoping her first volley had done significant damage to their counterparts.

After completing that task, Avis turned her attention towards her battered companion.

"Are you alright?? I'm sorry. I miscalculated the effectiveness of the bon-bon distraction it seems," she said, eyeing the frozen streaks of red across the exposed areas of Elena's skin.

Reacting to a sudden piercing feeling of panic, Avis patted her pocket for the Fire-Breathing potion and sighed in relief. She looked back at the fellow Ravenclaw in determination.

"Right, let's finish this," she said, her voice hardening as the trunk shuddered again. The final piece of cover wasn't going to last much longer and there was nowhere else to hide. It was time to go on the offensive.

mentioning: @Elena Clark | date: 31-08-2025 | fit: x

A tick of confusion passed over Avis' face as Elena let out a bitter laugh, an unexpected reaction after the girl had just gone through what the Ravenclaw would compare to the third wizarding war, may Merlin prevent that from ever happening.

Pounding adrenaline and a slight sense of panic, however, would find Avis joining in with a nervous laugh of her own, shoulders shaking from giggles and stress.

"Dream," Avis repeated, out of breath. She wiped a tear from her eye, unsure of whether it had been from amusement or terror. "More like a nightmare," she concluded, giving Elena a lopsided smile. Strange. Avis figured it wasn't very often the word 'nightmare' was paired with a grin, but this whole situation had been strange. Why stop now?

After assuring the Fire-Breathing potion was fully intact and giving Elena a determined nod, Avis pulled the vial from her pocket and held it up between them, the fiery liquid sloshing a bit in its container.

The other Ravenclaw in unison, reached into her newly retrieved satchel and revealed the herb that had caused the two so much strife within the last few moments. Avis took a steadying breath and snatched the leaf offered from her companion's hand, swallowing the hard nervous lump in her throat before shoving the entire thing into her mouth and mirroring Elena's vigorous chewing. Control had completely left Avis' muscles and adrenaline had completely taken over. Every movement was harsh and deliberate, but it needed to be if they were going to pull this off.

Avis nodded at the girl's words, the sharp chill of mint pinching at her tongue and filling her nostrils.

"Go n-éirí an bóthar leat," she whispered, mostly to herself. Although not being entirely fluent, the common Gaelic expression was something Avis heard frequently at home. May your road succeed.

Avis cleared her throat and took a swig of the potion without another thought. It burned ferociously as it entered her mouth, scalding her gums but leaving no trace of injury as it trickled in thanks to the mint. Cheeks full and eyes watering, the girl held back a desperate cough and handed the vial off to Elena as the potion sat in her mouth, ready to be turned into blasts of hot flames for the next few minutes.

Holding three fingers up in front of Elena's eyes, Avis nodded once and put down each one in succession, bursting into action as her third and final finger went down. The girl leapt forward as the potion lightened in her mouth, presumably turning into its fiery form. Immediately Avis opened her mouth and startled herself as roaring flames shot out, turning anything in front of her to ash. Snowballs pelting towards her melted away in an instant and the Ravenclaw stumbled back, closing her mouth to shut off the fiery attack.

Her head went back up at the sound of furious whizzing and she shot out another stream of hot offense, melting the next menacing group of their icy assailants. The two girls only had a few minutes until the flames subsided and Avis doubted there was enough potion left in the vial for another round. This would have to be enough. They'd have to melt every single snowball in there before time ran out.

As the Ravenclaw continued, she couldn't help but feel power seeping into her chest, boosting her confidence as she melted another cloud of snow. Was this what it felt like to be a dragon? Because, Great Merlin, it was truly brilliant despite her lips being the most chapped they'd ever been in her 12 years of existence.

Avis turned to glance at her companion, hoping she was having the same success but as she lost focus to look around, a snowball whammed directly into the side of her face, knocking her off balance and shooting flames into an unprecedented direction.

Unfortunately, that particular direction was the one Elena was currently taking up residence in. Avis shut her mouth as quickly as possible and screamed a warning through her closed lips which only came out as a loud but muffled shriek. The girl only hoped it was loud enough to warn her companion out of the way before she was introduced personally to a stream of volatile flame...

mentioning: @Elena Clark | date: 31-08-2025 | fit: x

Avis blinked in utter shock as Elena stood unharmed—covered head to toe in soot—but unharmed before her. Her mouth hung open, jaw working up and down like a fish out of water as she tried to let out a stunned apology for almost roasting the girl alive, but nothing came out.

"Well, that went well," Elena said, finally breaking the silence of violent victory. The Ravenclaw nodded dumbly, her eyes going to the destruction their desperate assault had left behind. It would only be a matter of minutes until an unlucky employee discovered the ruins of their battlefield in the very back aisle of Weasley's, and although Avis was usually one to take her consequences in stride, something told her she didn't want to be around for this one.

The realization knocked her back into the present and Avis gave her new companion a weak smile. "Pardon me," she squeaked, referring to the cloud of smoke she'd burped into Elena's face, rather than searing flames luckily. The Ravenclaw glanced down at a sudden flurry of movement and narrowed her eyes at a half-formed snowball trying to roll towards the two girls from across the checkered floor. The girl lifted one foot and brought it down heavily on the wounded soldier, snuffing out the rest of its magic with a fierce expression. Her heel swiveled back and forth until the ball was a puddle of pathetic water. With a pointed expression at the snowball corpse, she looked up at the other girl. "Aye, I think we actually got them all," Avis said, her singed eyebrows raising in satisfied surprise. The girl had suggested the plan to send them into fiery oblivion, of course, but she never guessed it would actually work.

The silence of post-battle was eery rather than calming and Avis continued to feel the itching need to get out of there before some other misfortune took place. Pulling two of her mam's homemade handkerchiefs out of her bag, she silently offered one to Elena and began scrubbing at the soot on her own face, realizing after a moment that it was probably useless considering how black the handkerchief was getting. Avis sighed, suddenly noticing how dry her throat was. Her tongue stuck uncomfortably to the roof of her mouth and the potent burn of mint still lingered in her nostrils. She swallowed painfully.

"What say we get out of here and locate a butterbeer?" she rasped, looking up at Elena expectantly.