Anger & Agony [Open]

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[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, border-left: #405142 4px solid; border-right: #405142 2px dashed; background: #161616; padding-top: 16px; padding-right: 16px; padding-left: 16px; padding-bottom: 12px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; width: 368px;] ----- ANGER & AGONY ----- ----- Are better than misery. ----- Tired. That was a word that summed all of Avery's emotions into one. It was Saturday, and Avery was looking forward to the afternoon quidditch match. If there was anything he enjoyed, it was beating the ever loving snot out of the Gryffindor team... Literally. He always made a better keeper, but with certain elements taken into consideration, he had happily settled for beater. The rest of his dorm mates were still warm in bed when he left the common room, and for once the week had been uneventful. It was only on rare occasions that he could relax, especially with marauders bullying the boy that Eric had always kept his eyes on. Snowflakes were falling visibly from the corridor windows, but snow would not stop Eric from relaxing in his and Sev's usual place. It was the one place he found solace, and felt safe without the company of the others. So to his safe place he trudged, nose buried in one of Severus's potions journals that he was still desperately trying to understand. While Eric had a natural hand at Transfiguration, potions was NOT his strong subject. Having borrowed one of Sev's journals from first year, he had decided much against his will that it would be a good idea to start at the basics, until SOMETHING started to make sense. No sooner had he sat upon a bench had a snowball hit him hard in the back of the head, causing Sev's journal to fall into the snow at his feet. Rubbing the back of his head, he ignored his assaulter, and picked up Sev's book, gently wiping the snow off of the once-dry pages. Turning to face his assaulter, the usually cowardly, yet approachable Avery glared. “Do you mind?” He snapped, holding up Sev's journal in a motion that spoke for itself: 'Heeelllllooooooo.. I am trying to study.' Bemused, Eric let out a long sigh. He knew it wasn't over, how could it be. He couldn't even see his assaulter's, though he assumed with ease that it was one of the annoying quartet that kept pestering the Slytherins, particularly the ones close to Severus. Before he had a chance to lower the journal it was knocked from his hands by a hard thrown snowball, right before his face was hammered with the second. Suddenly the entire courtyard was filled with enchanted, hovering, snowballs. Eric quickly recovered Sev's journal, and tucked it into his robe knowing there was no avoiding this. PELT! BAM! SMACK! CRUNCH! It was expected: He was first assaulted with regular balls, followed by a few that turned to slime under a curse as it hit him, but then he hit the ground hard. Falling on his face, he turned, the snow beneath his face stained red with blood from his nose. Laying about 2 feet in front of him was an ice ball. A really REALLY big ice ball. Pushing himself back up to his feet, weakly, he staggered a few feet unable to make sense of the voices that were echoing around him. The world was spinning, and he hated being laughed at. There was laughter. Oh was there ever. Gripping his nose with his hand, he quickly popped it back into place, realigning it. His father had broken his nose on several occasions so it was nothing new to him. He was in no mood to fuel the fires today. He had intended to allow the assaulter to get away with it. After all, Snape hadn't been made a victim, lucky enough for them. He felt a hand on his shoulder, unsure of who it was. He didn't care to look as the only thing registering was he had just been made a fool of, and most of the courtyard was laughing at him. tag: Open;; Notes: Sorry my openers suck xD template by eliza @ shadowplay

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[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, border-left: #405142 4px solid; border-right: #405142 2px dashed; background: #161616; padding-top: 16px; padding-right: 16px; padding-left: 16px; padding-bottom: 12px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; width: 368px;] ----- ANGER & AGONY ----- ----- Are better than misery. ----- ”What's the matter Avery, can't handle a little snow? .. I think he needs one of his big bad friends to pick him up.” That did it. That utterly did it. Avery shoved the hand off his shoulder, still unsure of who it was. “I got this.” He snapped, rage dripping from his words. Reaching into his cloak, he pulled out his wand, and bolted like a race horse waiting at the gates in Sirius's direction. The laughing stopped, as blood ran down his face, over his lip, and it was no secret the Slytherin beater had been provoked to the point of rage. “Time to turn Black White.” He snarled, flicking his wand at the snow beneath the Marauders feet time those lug-heads got what they deserved. The snow was easily transfigured by Avery to create an ice cage around the four unintelligent idiots. Lifting the ice ball, he shoved the hand off of him again. “I said I got this.” His voice was unusually hard, and very determined. The on watchers watched in silence, split between Slytherin amusement, of course it would be the mouse called Avery to pick a fight with the three most popular twits in the school... Avery hardly counted Peter as popular, even HE was more liked than the shadow to the three. Quite proud of himself that he had caged them up like the animals that they were, Avery victoriously turned to face the crowd. “COME ON NOW!” Avery shouted, ushering the other students forward in mad rage. “A GALLEON A PIECE... THEY'RE NOT WORTH THAT MUCH, LETS MAKE IT ONE SICKLE PER FREE SHOT!” He shouted. “NO TAKERS?... Have it your way then...” Menacingly pocketing his wand he stalked forward faster and more determined than ever, and slugged James, muggle style, through the ice bars. “That's for Severus.” He snapped, fury turning his ears red. Then turning toward Sirius, he gauged his strength then proceeded to chuck the same very ice ball that he had been hit with at Sirius. “And that's for breaking my nose, you stupid oaf!” He eyed Remus who had shyed away, and glanced at him with pity. “You... You may think I'm stupid for hanging out with 'greasy git' over there.. But which one of us is really the stupid one? At least Sev doesn't come and attack you just because he can. Think about it.” Sarcasm layering his uneven words, he pointed at the three in the cage as the courtyard stood in momentary shock and silence. “You should all be ashamed of yourselves!” He shouted, wiping the blood off of his face. It was hard to believe that Eric Avery was standing up to the boys, he didn't even know if he had reinforcements, as he didn't check to see who was touching him. While he had assumed it to be Severus or Lucas, he knew that up until this point they had not interceded his rage. “Now. You guys can just chill there.” Turning around Eric began to head out of the courtyard, perhaps foolishly. He knew better than to turn his back on the Marauders, however, he had hoped that the condition of his freshly broken nose would earn him enough space to get to Severus and go to the hospital wing. Although when laughter started up again with his back turned, the frustration was more than he could handle. Turning to face his tormenters, his hands clenched into fists. What. Was. It. This. Time?! Looking straight up toward the sky in sheer annoyance, his arms folded tightly over his chest, which was wet. Reaching into his inner robe pocket he grumbled as he realized that blood and slime had sunk through the cloth and likely stained Sev's potions journal. Hanging his head, he seriously doubted that's what the crowd was laughing at. When he turned he was quite upset to see that the bars were no longer visible, so much for his spell. Slowly he walked toward the middle of the courtyard, not seeing Lucas or Severus in plain sight. This much relieved him, he truly hoped that they hadn't all ready turned their wands on Sev. Next thing he knew he fell over his own godforsaken trousers, which had somehow been around his ankles. Another arm pulled him to his feet, while he was left yanking his pants up. Fastening the belt completely enraged. “WHICH ONE OF YOU BLOOD-TRAITORS IS RESPONSIBLE?!” He demanded, his voice cold, however not quieting the laughter that echoed through the whole school by now the courtyard. He couldn't understand why he and his friends were such a target to be messed with, and without thinking Avery had his own wand in hand pointing at James the ringleader, “Avada Keda-OOF!..” The spell itself was said so quietly, and cut off so quickly, that he didn't think anyone else knew what he was planning. No one would have been able to guess, except Sev or Lucas both of whom he'd confided his darkest desires to. He would have gone through with it if it wasn't for his face meeting the snow, with someone behind him. His father had raised him to kill whelps and animals from a child, and knocking out a few Gryffindors would have been easy. Who the hell dared to stop him? tag: Open;; Notes: Hoping this is ok! template by eliza @ shadowplay

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[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, border-left: #405142 4px solid; border-right: #405142 2px dashed; background: #161616; padding-top: 16px; padding-right: 16px; padding-left: 16px; padding-bottom: 12px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; width: 368px;] ----- ANGER & AGONY ----- ----- Are better than misery. ----- Guilt crashed down on Eric as Severus reminded him of what value he still held, and of what was not necessary. Before he could respond, his skin was frozen, as his shirt seemed to go against the direction his body was being pushed. Defeated. Avery didn't bother putting up a fuss, as his head hit the tree, and a very intimidating shadow of Sirius befell him. Heartless twits, the lot of them... Maybe there was some hope left for Lupin, but the others? Not a chance in hell. Gripping onto Sev's sleeve, Eric pulled him closer in an attempt to shield him from the tree, the second thump alerting him to his failure. Sirius's stern gaze was enough to make Eric cower. He had crossed a line, but then again so had Sirius. Sirius had dragged Severus into this. Groaning in pain as he took a knee to the stomach, the small Slytherin boy did the unthinkable: He rolled atop Sirius, and started hurling punches, weak as they were, the emotions he felt amplified his course of action. “If I were you, I would never bother Severus again!” He shouted his voice echoing through the courtyard, his now broken nose, still needing another realignment. His own heart feeling for Severus's he realized to himself how much harm they were causing, with or without knowing it. Severus loved Lily, and James was determined to get her, and seeing Severus in such pain destroyed Eric more than anyone had known. “You are no better than... Than anyone else!” He shouted, the amusement seemed to be gone from the now astonished on watchers. Bursting into tears, Eric collapsed on top of Sirius accepting any punishment that would come. He knew he was outmatched, he wasn't stupid, he was just infuriated. It was worse for him than he usually let on, this would have been one of his rare reactions to being bullied. Eric Avery, the mouse who remained silent, but still rather formidable as an opponent. Standing to his feet, Eric yanked Sirius to stand before throwing him into the same tree that he had collided with seconds ago. “Severus... Hasn't. Done. Anything to you. Why are you cowards so intent on picking on him? If you really are so brave, why don't you pick on someone your own size?” It wasn't meant to put down Severus, he simply didn't understand why the Marauders acted the way they did. Blood gushing all over the place from his own face, he stood facing Sirius, uncaring of what would result in his unpredicted outburst. His heart was torn, as it had always been when they involved Severus. Repressing his feelings again, he had every intention of running to talk to Lucius, or perhaps even Bellatrix who would just love to hear of Sirius's trespasses. Turning his back again, for the millionth time, hoping against hope that Sirius was rendered beyond actions... Unlikely as that was ... Eric, reached down to help Severus to his feet, his eye contact letting his friend know he thought the world of him, and if Severus hadn't been so blinded by Lily, he might have noticed the true meaning behind Eric's transfixed gaze. Hanging his head, he glanced over his shoulder, not hearing a sound, or perhaps too stunned to hear anything. Standing in front of Severus, he intended to block any ill-intent that Sirius, or the other Gryffinbimbos had for him. He was all ready a mess, and knew he was in need of the Hospital Wing and probably doomed to another few weeks of detention. Turning to face Sirius once he reached the path directly between him and Severus, his cold sepia glare met Sirius' backed with much more meaning than before. “Do not anger me and expect me to remain cool. It's like shooting someone and wondering why they are bleeding.” His eyes were cold as he found his usual composure. “If I had best not do anything like that again.. You should control your own actions, because not even the 'Marauders' have immunity from consequences.” He spat. tag: Open;; Notes: Hoping this is ok! template by eliza @ shadowplay

[lucius]

The strangest oddity of all had to be the sounds that emanated from behind the embattled gaggle of students. While in the midst of a duel it wasn't unlikely for one to hear the shout of pain and distress of a duelee, to hear what sounded like a cow, a distinct moo, or something of the like...had to be novel. The reality of the situation was more believable than one might assume, one might consider for instance that Pettigrew had been transfigured into a bovine, after all physically they had a near enough shape for it to not be unbelievable. The reality was- And the aggressor of Pettigrew knew this well- the boy just sounded like a cow when he was letting out shouts of pain, fright and so forth.

The scream of James Potter, the various shouts of Peter Pettigrew were actually less bizarre than the sight to behold, as Peter Pettigrew came running at Sirius full force like a corpulent british sumo with bad skin and his pants around his ankles, his tie seemingly leading him along as he held it akimbo in fright.

Of course, when your tie had been transfigured into a boa constrictor and was choking the life from you, hissing, you tended to give that your full and unwavering attention, especially when it was leading you around by, well; the neck. And so he didn't quite notice Sirius as he rammed into him from behind, trousers bunched at the ankles. A dual wielding figure had launched a incendio curse at the unsuspecting Griffindors, separating them from his fellow slytherin fellows, they'd have to learn to take care of this rabble themselves, he was in fact graduating soon. The wind taking his hair, green sytherin tie and robes as he spoke then "Thank Potter for me when he comes to, I'd wanted to test that new blasting spell I'd worked up on someone. You blood traitors are good as any test dummy. Maybe that's being too unkind to our dummys."

Pettigrew's wand went to his nose as used it to take of the noticeably cracked glasses of James and let them fall to the ground, taking a deliberate step forward and a chilling crack filled the air. "Merlin's beard Pettigrew this wand is a stubby and useless as you!" he threw it aside as if it were a piece of filth, just out of Peter's reach to de-transfigure his tie.

An internal sigh moved Lucius as he thought about curbing his tongue slightly on the discriminatory jargon he utilized against these people to refer to their blood status and habits. The old man Griffindor that was Albus Dumbledore had signed him up for a muggle studies class after overhearing him, some kind of magical "sensitivity training" if he was familiar with the term, which he wasn't. Hogwarts became tolerance camp. It was stomach turning, his father, the legendary Abraxas Malfoy, would hear about it, certainly he would.

He'd just gotten out of that waste of time when he'd caught a glimpse of these buffoons preying on the slytherin underclassmen, it wasn't tolerated in Lucius' eyes, his sympathy and camaraderie for his housemates was becoming outweighed by the fact that they were pure blood wizards of the greatest house of all Hogwarts, and the fact that they'd fall prey to anyone disgusted him.

Lucius circled until he was near enough to talk to Avery and Snape, his voice was not conciliatory or kind. "What did I tell you about turning your back to this "brave" griffindor rabble? be on your guard." as he spoke though his voice did get somewhat more sympathetic, seeing a bloodied Avery and an beaten Snape. They didn't actually DO anything to deserve this, Lucius knew that without knowing exactly what happened, they didn't ever; he also knew at some point the Marauders played dirty, it was in their style to do so, it was getting both annoying, tedious and time consuming chasing off this lot.

There was a serious thought in his mind to leave this sort of thing to Bella, for whatever season Bellatrix Black, his girlfriend's sister genuinely enjoyed trouncing the likes of the underclassmen and the other riff raff and ruck that made up Hogwarts these days. The woman dueled more than most in the dueling club, giving Lucius' skill and prolific dueling name and the Malfoys a run for their money, of course, his father wouldn't have that so he in turn, wouldn't have that and redoubled his efforts some years ago. He could remember being a young lad, barely able to hold a wand and do a hover charm when he'd been told what was expected of him. It was expected; that every son is more successful, powerful, prestigious and greater than his father within the ranks of the Malfoys, so that their family would always remain great, and become greater still, always being the best among all wizarding families, the benchmark for every other Pure blooded wizard family to set themselves to, and of course, never to overcome.

Lucius Malfoy nearly chortled in this man's face, the last Gryffindor standing as he looked to Sirus Black, the last destable blood traitor, to think his family, the Black family was seen as a prestigious pure blood family akin to his own, to think that his own girlfriend and this man were of the same blood, and Bella black as well, to think he'd associate with muggles, with half breeds, mud bloods, it was almost revolting enough to turn his stomach. "Black, Get out of here with your friends while you still can. Or I'll turn you into Black and blue." the steely cold glare he gave the man ever enhanced by his forget me not blue eyes, the windows to the soul, showing how iced his own was. Secretly, as he had his black wand raised he hoped the man said otherwise, did otherwise, didn't listen to him and pack up his now beaten and bloodied comrades, and rather stuck it out like he thought he might, after all when it came to the four of them this one was the least considerate, of course tied with Pettigrew and James, too prideful to know when he was beaten, when he was outclassed.

And this was definitely one of those times.

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The pale, forget me not blue gaze of Lucius Malfoy had not done enough to dull the idiotic courage that spewed from every pore of the Black boy- Much to Lucius' delight-. He was sure that all that "bravery" they touted with could be explained away as stupidity, or a healthy mixture of the two at the very least. Here he stood, a final year student, the captain of the dueling club, highest marks in his entire year, prefect and slug club alumnus and this rancorous idiot wanted a piece of him. As he catterwailed about seeing Lucius try a smirk played to the other boy's face and he let out a "That makes two of us." before offhandedly blocking all of Black's subsequent spells.

When it seemed like he'd beam hell down upon Sirius Black for his impudence, he had a much more tactical, cunning and ruthless stratagem to employ than a straight duel. "Tarantallegra!" he let out lowly as the boy at Sirius' feet, Pettigrew, having loosened the snake around his neck to at least get a lung full of air began dancing wildly, kicking his comrade furiously in the uncontrollable dance. Letting out apologetic cries and cries that obviously made it clear he was about to burst into tears. As the snake tightened again he reached for his comrade for aid, grabbing Sirius as he did, that done he sent the dancing jinx at the now hairless Sirius, in his short skirt dress, along with a furnunculus boil jinx, and finally a confundus charm for good measure. "I've about had it with you little forth year scum nipping at my boot heels, THIS is where you belong Gryffindors. Under Slytherin heel!"

That done he noticed Potter begin to stir and sent another blasting curse his way, knocking him from face down into the ground to sending him careening at Peter and Sirius. While in the air he'd fired a incendio spell at James, burning his clothes off him on contact and sending the now stark baby suit wearing James aloof at the feet of Sirius Black, groaning in his unconsciousness as if he were in some deep sleep. He may even have muttered Lily's name.

Now that there were two roundly humiliated "Marauders" and Sirius might be dancing with boils, and really confused within the next few minutes, his fortunes were clearly falling the longer this battle went on. But, as with all Gryffindors he simply was too dumb and "brave" to know when to stop, he'd put the idiot in the hospital wing next if he had to.

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