Post by lucius on Aug 18, 2011 19:42:13 GMT -5
Although Lucius had known before that Sirius Black was anything but a clean fighter, he didn't think he'd stoop to the lowest of the low and break the unwritten rule of dueling- physical contact prohibition- and as such he was hardly prepared for the hair pulling and toss that he in fact, was on the receiving end of, being flung to the ground to his his nose on the hard ground and become a good bit bloodied because of it, rebounding the curse on sheer guttural instinct. As he struggled to his feet and gave a nod to Lucas he spoke then with a syrupy and cool tone that said who he was and how he knew it "We're Slytherin. We look out for one another, We have our cake and eat it too. Don't forget that and don't accept any less." with that he fired a curse at all of the hapless, helpless Marauders, likely some variant of the Confundus charm they became exceptionally at ease and happy. The hail mary rebound he had made moments ago was about to have a rather undesired affect as a voice could be heard in the crowd that did NOT sound happy.
From the crowd came likely the least- and antithetically in some ways MOST- imposing figure of all wizarding staff employed at Hogwarts. Flitwick, his hair now much larger than himself causing him to have to walk with his head near contorted sideways. He countered the spell and looked to the group, blaming his least favorite student simply by association "MALLLFOYYY!" he let out as he was flanked by Pettigrew, Sirius and Remus.
Flitwick was unsure what to make of this as he was about to reprimand them suddenly Pettigrew pulled down his trousers, not only stripping to his birthday suit but mooning the professor inadvertently bending over and knocking the little goblin over. As he pulled his wand and was about to undo whatever had been done he hesitated, unsure if this was a curse or just the Marauders being Marauders as they oft would, while the two other members began to strip as well, streaking across the courtyard, peter grabbed Flitwick's wand and the goblin made chase with the naked men as they rounded the courtyard, laughing and frolicking. The roaring laughter of the student body came to a hault when a student, who's colors marked him as a Gryfindor launched a spell at Lucius as he turned to walk away, a knockback jinx him him square and he felt as if a donkey had reared him in the small of his back, flying forward face first, tenacious he tried to get up.
"Hey you long haired Pillock back off Gryfindor!" the student ran at Lucius from behind only to be met by Goyle, who'd taken to his side along with Crabbe, and as Lucius saw the boy fall he'd tried to manage to catch the wind that was taken from his lungs with the unexpected hit he'd taken. the haymaker Goyle hit the boy with nearly took his head off. The two of them began to block spell after spell as students stepped up intermittently to join the battle, lobbing their own and then Gryfindor house stepped forward en mass and dueling began between the two houses in what was like a full scale student riot, likely equatable in the muggle world to a food fight in the cafeteria.
Lucius turned to his comrades, "I know you're hurting. But You're Slytherin. Act like it! Show them what that means!" his voice was nearly taken from the hit he'd taken, but his speech, though critical was also inspiring the way he implored them. the ground under him exploded from a reducto before he could even raise his wand yet and he went flying from the group. Cuts had emerged from his face as pieces of the shrapnel from the ground had given him a few good slits, not unlike being hit with a sectumsempra.
"Malfoy!" Crabbe and Goyle let out in unison as they saw their appointed leader hit again before he could recollect himself, as if any of them would dare take a Slytherin on head on. Both of them were taking on more than one Gryfindor student, Crabbe having two by the throat throttling them about and two on the back of Goyle as he tried to duel with limited arm mobility as they held his wand hand. Even the underclassmen would be helpful at this point.
ooc: sorry guys! only way I could figure this getting MORE juvenile than it already has. Also I think I changed the tone of the thread in a way that might not be pleasing to all. If so I can rewrite but I personally like this direction!
From the crowd came likely the least- and antithetically in some ways MOST- imposing figure of all wizarding staff employed at Hogwarts. Flitwick, his hair now much larger than himself causing him to have to walk with his head near contorted sideways. He countered the spell and looked to the group, blaming his least favorite student simply by association "MALLLFOYYY!" he let out as he was flanked by Pettigrew, Sirius and Remus.
Flitwick was unsure what to make of this as he was about to reprimand them suddenly Pettigrew pulled down his trousers, not only stripping to his birthday suit but mooning the professor inadvertently bending over and knocking the little goblin over. As he pulled his wand and was about to undo whatever had been done he hesitated, unsure if this was a curse or just the Marauders being Marauders as they oft would, while the two other members began to strip as well, streaking across the courtyard, peter grabbed Flitwick's wand and the goblin made chase with the naked men as they rounded the courtyard, laughing and frolicking. The roaring laughter of the student body came to a hault when a student, who's colors marked him as a Gryfindor launched a spell at Lucius as he turned to walk away, a knockback jinx him him square and he felt as if a donkey had reared him in the small of his back, flying forward face first, tenacious he tried to get up.
"Hey you long haired Pillock back off Gryfindor!" the student ran at Lucius from behind only to be met by Goyle, who'd taken to his side along with Crabbe, and as Lucius saw the boy fall he'd tried to manage to catch the wind that was taken from his lungs with the unexpected hit he'd taken. the haymaker Goyle hit the boy with nearly took his head off. The two of them began to block spell after spell as students stepped up intermittently to join the battle, lobbing their own and then Gryfindor house stepped forward en mass and dueling began between the two houses in what was like a full scale student riot, likely equatable in the muggle world to a food fight in the cafeteria.
Lucius turned to his comrades, "I know you're hurting. But You're Slytherin. Act like it! Show them what that means!" his voice was nearly taken from the hit he'd taken, but his speech, though critical was also inspiring the way he implored them. the ground under him exploded from a reducto before he could even raise his wand yet and he went flying from the group. Cuts had emerged from his face as pieces of the shrapnel from the ground had given him a few good slits, not unlike being hit with a sectumsempra.
"Malfoy!" Crabbe and Goyle let out in unison as they saw their appointed leader hit again before he could recollect himself, as if any of them would dare take a Slytherin on head on. Both of them were taking on more than one Gryfindor student, Crabbe having two by the throat throttling them about and two on the back of Goyle as he tried to duel with limited arm mobility as they held his wand hand. Even the underclassmen would be helpful at this point.
ooc: sorry guys! only way I could figure this getting MORE juvenile than it already has. Also I think I changed the tone of the thread in a way that might not be pleasing to all. If so I can rewrite but I personally like this direction!