Sweet Relief PV Closed

@Solomon Lear, @Xailah Alptraum, @Galton Lansdale, & @Pericles Dralt

Piérre had certainly expected for there to be chaos, especially since the wand had been thrown in a different direction than his own cot; specifically that of Xailah's. If the little Britalian knew anything about the girl from their previous experience in the Caretaker's Office, he should have known that she was rather a klepto and eager to take anything that was of some sort of value like the boy himself. However, his eagerness had trumped caution, and so he went flying just as Xailah had begun to dive for the length of wood.

Peri had grabbed his wrist, but Piérre, having watched more than a few documentaries about self defense, twisted his wrist towards the boy's thumb, which would in turn twist the Ravenclaw's wrist and force him to let go of the jumping Italian. As he parted from his bedmate, Piérre turned his gaze almost mournfully towards the Ravenclaw before smiling cheekily. It was a look as if to say. 'I'm sorry, but I have to do this.'

As Piérre went skittering across the ground, he saw Xailah crouch on all fours, her back arched like her pet cat's had the potential to do, growling with a low voice deep in her throat. Piérre very nearly froze, but a different, a more... feral part of him made him drop and hit the ground as well, his back arching, his pointed ears flattening in a primal instinct to protect tender flesh, and his head tipping as his eyes lit with green fire. Even Piérre had no idea what was happening. All he knew, and all his eyes were fixed on, were the golden, slit eyes of the catwoman in front of him, and the length of wood that she was protecting with her whole, menacing form.

He WANTED that wand.

Piérre may have been smaller, lighter, and perhaps even less constitutional that the older girl, but he was light and fast. He doubted that she would be able to touch him if he kept dodging her, cornering her until he could get what he wanted. He was infinitely more determined, and he was fierce enough to not stand down, even if it could kill him. He saw two ways in. Either he could pounce directly at her, or he could feint, and try to get around and attack an exposed side. Both were viable, and both could get him hurt, but what were a few bruises when compared to the prize?

Muscles bunching, prepared for a pounce, green eyes widening as a spark of something erupted in the center of his pin-sized black pupil...

"Please! Rid your hands!"

Piérre hardly heard Galton, but he did spot out of the corner of his eye the boy lifting up a chamber-pot and beginning to retract it over his head, ready to throw it...

Pupils regained their size as Piérre gasped in shock of what was happening. Why in the world was he on all fours fighting for a wand? What in the world going on?!

"Waitwaitwait!" Piérre waved his hands before him, spinning to the crisis, but it was too late, the pot was spinning in the air, the bile, stomach acid, and whatever foul concoction was within flying through the air...

To land directly on Xailah's back.

Immediately the world became a haze of green, for not only did the pot land on her back, but the backspin of the pot also managed to hit Piérre head on as well, and with his mouth open in a cry of shock, well...

It wasn't a pretty picture. He had been far too distracted with the Prefect than he had been in noticing his surroundings. In fact, Piérre didn't think he had been in his surroundings at all. He had been in a dark room, his sights narrowed only on the girl. She had been his only point of focus. Why in the world would that have been?

The acid stung his eyes, but with a firm, small hand, he managed to wipe away most of the green yuck. The stuff that had gotten in his clothes he could clean with a little help from upperclassmen, and truth be told, he was due for a shower already. This would just be a bit of shame, that's all. Yeah, just a little shameful.

So engrossed in the gross, Piérre had hardly noticed that Xailah was already far ahead of him, snatching the wand firmly. Piérre had made a weak swipe towards it, but he had miserably missed, even with the misfortune that the older classmate had endured. Well, it wasn't like it mattered all that much now. Xailah had snatched that wand fair and square, and far be it from Piérre to try and wrench it back. Maybe a talk was in order, to explain the meaning and the whole importance of the wand itself.

And then there were the brothers again. The auror had taken the outraged nurse and was calling him a fool, chiding him and giving him a look as if to cause the man to burst into immediate flame. Piérre looked between the two of them, becoming more and more confused. Was someone about to get even more hurt?

"PLEASE STOP!" Finally, some words parted his lips, his throat tight and filled with tears, which were also beginning to sparkle in his large green eyes. Why was this world so hateful? What in the world was wrong with everyone and everything? "Why are you doing this?!" The boy, miserably covered in slime and gross was almost pitifully shaking, his hands making circles in the mess. His words were directed towards the two twins fighting with one another. As much as Piérre wanted to get closer to the two fighting men, he saw the half-crazed Galton still in the way, and Piérre had the distinct feeling that things would not go well if he attempted to approach.

Finally, a thought hit Piérre. It hit him hard and it hit him fast. "Nobody move." It was the first time anyone who knew the kid up to this point purposefully cause his voice to drop into an assertive tenor, unlike his usual male alto. Legs shaking, the boy brought himself to his feet, pointing at the twins. "I want to know exactly what's going on. I think we more than deserve answers." Piérre indicated to himself, Xailah, and Peri. "Nobody leaves until we know what's going on."

Of course Piérre knew that he was NO MATCH for two adult wizards and probably a candy-crazed boy. In fact, the first year had EVERYTHING to lose. But hopefully the auror was at least respectable enough to explain why he was taking their nurse aside, and why they were being so venomous to one another. Inside, Piérre was also hoping that at least Peri would back him up, whether in spellcasting or in some sort of verbal agreement, and if Xailah was in with him as well, that was a bonus. Piérre had never seen her in action, but if he knew anything about the girl's nature from what he knew, she was dedicated. Nothing would escape her gaze or her ambition.

She was almost like him in a way.

"Here," Piérre smiled at Xailah, holding out a hand to help her up. If she wanted to take it was up to her, but whatever she did, she would see a stark contrast from the boy who was about to pounce on her from all fours and the something near gentleman who was offering a hand to get her to her feet and clear off the muck.

Then, keeping an eye on Galton, Piérre tentatively took a step towards the brothers, ready to dodge if things went south. He wanted answers.

And a vow by Piérre was a vow that was kept.

There were no exceptions.

Piérre attempts to Help Xailah to her feet and Confronts the Twins

Piérre's glance back was met with a pinched forehead, pressed lips, and discouraging shake of Peri's head. But it was to no avail. Many things were set into motion all at once: Xailah making a move for the holly wand, Piérre crossing the tense room, Galton scrambling by like some kind of creature and- most mortifying of all- the auror August pulling a wand on the nurse. The latter held his attention, at least until the candy-cursed Galton was dousing the lad's peers in substance most foul. Peri cast a last desperate look towards the door. His head was humming with possibilities, with options and obstacles, and it was imperative that he make his choice in the next several seconds. He worried about unintentionally provoking the apparently insane brothers by making for the door, but from what August had said, Galton- under the influence- was also a threat. He hardly doubted that the boy would be satisfied with simply making a mess. Peri's own wand was out, pale fingers curled tight around aspen.

He could grab his bag from the nightstand and make a break for the door.
He could hope the current students combined might be enough to fend off an Auror (though a quick calculation made him suppose that their chances were very, very poor).

Lapsing again into empathy and sentiment, he settled for the third route: trying to haul Xailah out of this sticky situation with him. Tentatively, keeping arms at his sides to seem like less of a threat, he had inched away from his bed. The Ravenclaw reluctantly looked away from the brothers and on towards Galton. As much as he too desired an explanation from Finn, he highly doubted August was interested in negotiations or villainesque monologues about the dastardly schemes set aside for the nurse. He kept to the sideline, making no move to run or attack, attention flickering frantically between the VanCleafs and Landsdale. If the boy made a move to further attack Xailah or the impassioned Piérre, he would make a decisive attempt to intercept it.

If Galton attempts to attack Xailah or Piérre, casting Flipendo at him.
Otherwise, remaining very still and very quiet by his bed.

Galton would attempt to lick the ginger-thing's (Xailah's) right head lollipop (antler)

Action: Attempting to cast Incendio on August's pant leg. 

Jürgen 7 (+10)
Galton 9 (+8)

Jürgen 10 (+4)
Galton 15 (+3)

Galton 7
Xailah 18

Pericles 10
Galton 5

Fin Van Cleaf

Wisdom Check 18 (successful cast)
Xailah 17
August 4

Wisdom Check 18
Atlas 17
August 1

August VanCleaf

Interacting with everyone.

At the first bolt of alarm, Pericles' already uneasy stomach started to churn with stress. Now adrenaline was coursing through his veins, numbing his nausea to nothingness, actions determined largely by instinct. He had witnessed the animalistic showdown; @Xailah Alptraum's capacity to don a bestial appearance was as clear as the yellow of her eyes, something which he could have anticipated, though it was @Piérre Marchonné's intense quadrupedal stance that came as a complete surprise. Fortunately, that squabble was over before it began. Unfortunately, @Galton Lansdale's deranged howling was impossible to ignore. He'd heard the Gryffindor barking [mad] about consuming and crowns, witnessed the raw insanity that was dumping vomit on Xailah and Pierre. He wasn't about to take any chances when the cursed kid leapt at the metamorph. Aspen flicked out in an instant, whipping a precise shape, incantation barked without hesitation.

Had this attempted slobbering really warranted a Knockback Jinx? All Pericles knew for certain was he had been screeching about feasting, poured puke on his peers, and tried to put his mouth on his friend. Yes, a hasty deduction assured... that was reason enough. But beneath the buzz of fight or flight was pity- he felt poorly for the boy (@Jürgen Hess) who sounded as though he was simply trying to get his friend under control. He would apologize later, bring Galton a tart from the kitchen. One without curses. Assuming, that is, that they all made it out of this room in one piece.

Pericles promptly rolled over the top of his bed, boots landing on the opposite side's floor, swift maneuver bringing him to his bag. He snatched it from the bedside table to pull the strap over his head. The young wizard was obsessive over securing the books inside- a Ravenclaw thing, no doubt. In his hurry, he did not see the start of spells, but turned to find Xailah had cast a serpent at the auror while another unfamiliar girl (@Atlas Reid) sent a gout of flames for the grown man's trousers. The boy blurted "Let them leave!", stretch of silence shattered. He had already accepted that a gaggle of low-grade students were no match for a warlock trained to track and battle with many a dark wizard at once. If they kept quiet, he'd hoped both VanCleaf brothers would simply see themselves out. @Finlay VanCleaf had very possibly framed Harry Potter, and Pericles wasn't entirely intent on rescuing the nurse. But then, he was also certain he had seen the name @August Vancleaf elsewhere....

He wanted that wand. It had been Potter's wand after all, and if Finlay was using it, if the wand was obeying him, surely it meant that the... American?... nurse must have defeated or disarmed its previous owner. His facade was dropping, he was under arrest, and yet- most strange of all- Finlay was defending them? Did the nurse truly care about the survival of the students? Or did he speak out of guilt?

It was too much for an eleven-year-old to interpret on the spot. The youngest Dralt was experiencing a rush of thrill so incredibly intense, his chest would have ached with the pounding of his pulse were it not for that adrenaline boost. He'd heard it clear as day: Accio Potter's wand. As soon as that elation hit him, August insisted upon taking their evidence, their piece of this puzzle, the darkling girl's prize. He wanted that wand with her. "Xailah," Peri blurted, trying to get her attention. Unless the rage had her wholly under its influence, he'd jerk his head towards the door, beckoning her to snag Schrödinger and hopefully hold onto that wand. Poor Galton aside, he had tried to keep his spells to himself. Now the lad whipped his wand in a tight spiral, incanted "Fumos!", and prayed a smokescreen would spill towards the adults he aimed at. Perhaps he wanted the other students to stop spelling the VanCleaf duo long enough for them to go away, or perhaps it was the inverse: a desperate attempt at providing his peers a means of escape, assuming they could beeline for the door unobstructed. Perhaps both.

Action: attempting to create cover for escape by casting the Smokescreen Spell.

@Pericles Dralt, @Xailah Alptraum, & @Solomon Lear

What else had Piérre expected but to be ignored. He was the clown, the small, unimportant boy, the imp, and certainly not anywhere as intimidating as an older year. Even if Piérre had been older, he certainly would not have been intimidating, even if he tried his very darndest. As the flames began to lick and Xailah's smoky snake appeared and then dissolved with a flick of the nurse's hand. Wordless magic. Green eyes pierced into blue for a long time, as if attempting to see the man's thoughts. Wordless magic was advanced, yet not unusual... but the control...

If the nurse was capable of wordless magic, what else was he capable of? And why did he have Potter's wand? Already, the Auror was calling his brother aside, telling him to be silent and prevent the children in his presence being harmed.

More than a few things were not pleasantly lining up, and Piérre was starting to get the feeling that Galton, the Candy King was becoming the least of Piérre's concerns. Indeed, he had been fortunate that Galton had not charged him but Xailah and her spiraling horns, which while beautiful and beautifully usable for defense and protection seemed a bit dangerous; especially if she felt the reason for creating those horns was for purely defense. Still, now at least Piérre understood why Xailah's physical features seemed to shift and morph so elegantly. She was a Metamorph!

And she had Potter's wand.

Somehow, Piérre felt that Xailah would be loathe to part with the wand... wherever she had put it (for Piérre had the decency and the good fortune to have looked away when Xailah had placed it down her shirt), and so Piérre had no fear that Xailah would give it up to someone without some sort of beneficial trade. However, it was the fact that neither of the people who seemed to know anything about what was going on that made Piérre a little more than frustrated, especially as he sat in vomit and sick.

When an incantation from Peri reached Piérre's ears, and incantation of Fumos was spoken, Piérre's ears piqued with interest and a new thought sparked.

If he couldn't ask nicely for a person to tell him what was going on, may as well turn to subterfuge. When clouds began to fill the room, Piérre would be ready. Even if the cloud wouldn't come to fruition, Piérre was ready to act, especially with the uncommon chaos. Glancing to his own bed, Piérre pursed his lips, wiping away what remained of the vomit across his face before utilizing the slime on the rest of his clothes to slide across the floor like a disgusting penguin.

Catching himself on the bedframe, Piérre readjusted himself so that he lay perpendicular to the bed and its mattress. From that vantage, he couldn't really see faces well, but he would be able to clearly hear and watch as people moved about the room, connecting the voices to the shoes that the twins wore. Eager green eyes flicked across the room. He glimpsed at Xailah, for a moment, almost willing her to make a break for it, but then quickly averted his eyes, willing himself to blend into the floor and the shadow underneath the cot. Piérre still had work to do. He needed to find out what was going on.

Piérre dives and hides beneath his own cot