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[Autumn]

"Oh hey," she said when she entered the library. "So what's going on?"

[Jessica ❀Sparky❀, Defense Against the Dark Arts Master!]

Avery nodded to the seat beside him, speaking quietly, "Nothing much. I'm just reading. You?"

[Autumn]

"Just wandering," Iris said. "And I found myself here. Reading anything interesting?"

[Jessica ❀Sparky❀, Defense Against the Dark Arts Master!]

Avery shook his head with a grimace. "Not at the moment. It's just the assigned reading for potions. Did you get through it yet?"

[Autumn]

"Ehhh," Iris replied. "Part of it..."

[Jessica ❀Sparky❀, Defense Against the Dark Arts Master!]

"It's a lot," Avery said with a laugh. "I don't know if I'll finish in time." He eyed the book with distaste.

[Autumn]

"I guess I'd better get that done," Iris said, reluctantly pulling out her potions book and flipping to the page she'd left off on.

[Jessica ❀Sparky❀, Defense Against the Dark Arts Master!]

"We could work on it together," he offered. "It might go faster. I keep having to stop and look terms up."

[Autumn]

"Sure," Iris said. "Anything's gotta be better than this."

[Jessica ❀Sparky❀, Defense Against the Dark Arts Master!]

"I agree." Avery smiled. "Alright, where did you get?"

[Autumn]

"Page seventeen?" Iris said.
((I don't know what the assignment is. Heh heh.))

[Jessica ❀Sparky❀, Defense Against the Dark Arts Master!]

((Depends on who he's with, really.
Haha, there isn't one. I just made one up...))

"Kismet," Avery said with a grin. "Me too."

[Jessica ❀Sparky❀, Defense Against the Dark Arts Master!]

((Hm. Good question. I think he'd be civil to her for the same reason he was civil to Caleb for a while (to appease Medea), but not necessarily nice.))

[Jessica ❀Sparky❀, Defense Against the Dark Arts Master!]

((LITTLEDOLPHIN!!!! Avery... Hm. Let me speak to him about this. I didn't consult him.))

[Jessica ❀Sparky❀, Defense Against the Dark Arts Master!]

((*grudging shrug* "She's alright. For a Slytherin."
That right ther is the best yer gettin' out of 'im, I'd say.))

[Jessica ❀Sparky❀, Defense Against the Dark Arts Master!]

((Haha.))

[Jessica ❀Sparky❀, Defense Against the Dark Arts Master!]

((That was a sarcastic, agreeing laugh.))

[Autumn]

((No, no, I believe it was very funny.))
"Awesome, so I guess I'll look up the terms when you get to them?"

[Jessica ❀Sparky❀, Defense Against the Dark Arts Master!]

((Yep. That happens sometimes.))

"I guess. Or we could take turns." Avery shrugged.

[♥Pudding♥, Potions Master, The Judge, The Puddy]

Akrisios's golden eyes shone intensely, his pupils simply a thread suspended against the moon. The crown that was borne upon the back of his skull rose and fell, for the moment he was split with indecision. He did not see Lyra as a threat, of course such a minuscule thing as she could not possibly harm him, but he was wary of her all the same. He head swayed to distant melody, an act known previously only to cobras. It was not a fife nor a piper that he currently kept his time with, but the broken beating of Lyra's heart. Through fear and adrenaline her pulse seemed to have accelerated to the birdlike pace it now set. His neck arched, as full and thick as a blooded stallion's and he saw for the first time what Lyra's mounting horror had not. Nor could she have seen, even through such instinctual heightening of senses that self-preservation brought with it, that a dozen yards from where she stood, the corridor ended. He lowered his muzzle, nostrils flaring to drink in the raw impotence of her present situation. He waited, lithely poised between her and the dimly lit hallway that marked the way to the staircase, and beyond the Slytherin common room. Behind her no refuge but the abrupt darkness and the cool masonry that was as much a part of Hogwarts as those who founded it. There was no other exit; and even had there been, all the doors were still locked and the students neither able nor willing to hear her call. A shudder rippled along his undulating body, the anticipation of blood and pain,her blood and pain, too tempting to omit. If the structure of his jaws had allowed him to smile, he would have, for the aspect of causing harm to one who had given him nothing but pain and emptiness was something found to be humorous in his Daedal mind. His thoughts, if possible, had become more calculating in their predatory state. He had the floor strategically mapped into squares, the space before him now seen as a game, perhaps that of chess. He had taken precaution to mark each place that Lyra had the possibility to move and what he could do to counter it. He would not allow a stalemate to be reached, but instead he was choosing to end this with a final, malevolent check. His narrow eyes had turned to amber, as he lowered his immense brow opening jaws that slavered and dripped liquid poison in the finest sense. With this aforementioned brow, he gave Lyra a fierce nudge toward the groping shadows. Such a childish action and so seemingly playful, but it was far from either. As he moved her, he gained incite. Weight, height, strength, will. Each he tested against his own. He tilted his head, though he continued to regard her with chill implacability. A guttural sound arose in his throat, a revolting reproduction of a cat’s gentle purr. But what he was feeling was neither gentleness nor tenderness. Instead, abiding in him were the ever conflicting emotions known simply to humans as love and hate. To the beast he was now, there were the same. You cannot love something without hating it, nor vice versa. And he knew that he harbored hate for this creature that stood before him, so meek and submissive. It sickened him, for it was fear of her own life that caused her to become attentive. He knew, had he come to her in human guise, that she would have ridiculed him and treated him as his father had so often. Also, he felt a certain sense of pity and self-loathing. All were displayed in the ice of his gaze. For he was allotted some grim knowledge that if things were to end, they were to end here. No manner of puppy-love or later despair of his actions could alter the course of things. Lyra had humiliated him, hurt him like he had never know before, led him to the promise of pastures and instead turned him out to desert. “Mudblood,” His voice was incredulous and low. “You quiver in my presence. You cower before me as I have done before you. You say you are sorry, but you have never been. Your promises are as hollow as your apologies. Is it not true that you would sooner spit at a king? And yet you cower before his army and beg him to call it off. I will not leave you. It is my will that will now be carried out.”

[♥Pudding♥, Potions Master, The Judge, The Puddy]

His head ceased its macabre dance and his eyes alighted on her. She amused him. But amusement is not enough to spare the wrath of a vengeful god. “Sincerity? You have never been sincere in a word you have spoken to me unless it persists in mocking me.” His anger sharpened and it was all he could do not to kill her in that instant and be done with it. But she was suffering and like the Dark Lord would bid, he would draw that sweetness out until she begged for death and only then would she receive it. “You-“He shook his mighty head, not wishing to speak further. You think I hadn’t noticed your sorrow. My brashness is because you can not be as open with me, because you don’t try. Every time I attempt a kind word, you throw it into my face. It annoyed him that she should never go against Caleb, even if he had said something she didn’t agree with, but she could always go against him.

[♥Pudding♥, Potions Master, The Judge, The Puddy]

"Laugh?" The word was foreign on his tongue and the taste bitter."Oh, Lyra. I would never, not at something as horrible as-" He hissed painfully. His anguish was mounting. She's been pining for him. He listens. He's kind. He's everything and he has everything. His sudden irritation caused the crest to fully open. A harsh, cruel sound bubbled from his throat."I will place blame where it is allotted. You never opened up to me. You know everything about me. I tell you everything I feel, every thought I have. But you remain silent and brooding unless you're around sunshine brat." How unfair it is. It all is. "I hate you, Lyra." His voice was softer still, and entirely calm.

[♥Pudding♥, Potions Master, The Judge, The Puddy]

"I-"He broke off to slither forward."I find things much more to my liking after they've been drawn to their breaking point. I'm not one for messy deaths, they are quite unbecoming. I do, however, find that yours will be quite interesting."

[♥Pudding♥, Potions Master, The Judge, The Puddy]

"You know, I see a lot of my father in you. You beg for life. You are cruel. And you are quite stupid. I've heard enough." His head slammed into her chest to knock her backwards into the wall.

[Jessica ❀Sparky❀, Defense Against the Dark Arts Master!]

((Oh, gosh, this is intense. Aw. Caleb is the one causing some of it, even if he didn't mean to...))

[♥Pudding♥, Potions Master, The Judge, The Puddy]

Akrisios felt a fire, one as cold and unfeeling as ice travel lazily down his throat and into his heart. He fancied it had simply been the exhilarating feeling of total power, not that it may have had to do with regret. He was locked in some distant part of his mind, someplace far away. He saw nothing of the girl whose hair matted with blood, he felt nothing of the sadistic yearning that his predator had for the parting of her flesh. It no longer spoke, the ability forgotten in its happiness. For so long it had be repressed, held tightly with the bonds of Akrisios’s will. But his will had slackened, had bent and broken with each small suffering. The beast reveled in her terror and the faint hopelessness that swirled about her. It sought the enjoyment of her death and her pain, for in some way it was seeking revenge for everything that had happened to it; the unending depravity of his father, the iron-fisted brutality of Volos, Lyra’s rejection and indifference, as well as his own feeling of inferiority and despair. He even felt, though the feeling was a sluggish and guilty one, a deep hatred for his mother, the only thing he had ever truly loved, for she had never said a word against the unspoken verdict of the Minister, and she had abandoned him, had found a release for no one but herself, upon dying. He centered this hate, this grief, this horrible rage solely upon the living, breathing being before him because he could find no other place for the blame to land. He did not wish to admit that most was his doing, false pride and vanity kept him from it. He also feared that if he accepted it, he would lose himself. So as the serpent twisted its tail from the darkness, wrapping the end around Lyra’s torso and constricted mercilessly, Akrisios was recalling a week he had spent with his mother, while his father had been traveling. And immense love and bliss swept over him.

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((This is so intense. I don't even want to post anything but this to interrupt this intenseness.))

[s•u•n•s•h•i•n•e «§KENZ§», Charms Master]

((759 new posts. Heavens, don't you all have lives? Jk, I am just waay to glad be somewhere with a computer again. What all exactly happened in the last 800 (approximate) posts?))

[Jessica ❀Sparky❀, Defense Against the Dark Arts Master!]

((Apparently not. *snicker* Uhm. Well, let me go back 800 posts and figure out where that was.))

[Jessica ❀Sparky❀, Defense Against the Dark Arts Master!]

((Alright. So, ouch... hm. They went to classes, were their depressing selves, etc. Lyra still not talking to Caleb, Lyra and Akrisios getting on somewhat, etc. Then we skipped to November and Lyra got a letter from her buddy back in Lyra-ville and it said her parents were glad to have her gone. So she was way sad and Caleb followed her and she broke her deal with Akrisios (gasp!) and talked to him. Then Akrisios found them and was SUPER mad. That combined with all his other happy-child anger made him change into a basilisk and he's warring against himself on whether or not to kill her. Yep. That's the short version. The long version is, well.... 800 posts long. If I missed something big, I'm sure the others will correct me.

Oh! Yeah. Medea found out that Death Eaters were the ones that tried to kill Caleb and Avery's mom because she's in the order. And the Death Eaters took Medea's sister because she's a powerful seer. Also, the Headmaster is also the Dark Lord and he's mean to Akrisios. Akrisios has some plan going that involves killing the minister.))

[s•u•n•s•h•i•n•e «§KENZ§», Charms Master]

((Lol! :D Gracias!))

[~♥Alyssa♥~, Astronomy Master, The Defendant, ALYSSASAUR!]

(( O.O That sound you just heard was my head exploding. First from the billion and one new posts, then from the awesome epicness. WOW. Sad I missed it. :D Anyway, I'm here for a little bit! Hi everyone!))

[~♥Alyssa♥~, Astronomy Master, The Defendant, ALYSSASAUR!]

((LITTLEDOLPHIN!!!! It's pretty fun. We're on the Oregon coast.))

[Jessica ❀Sparky❀, Defense Against the Dark Arts Master!]

((There's still some of The Incident to come, I think. ALYSSA!! LITTLEDOLPHIN!!)))

[~♥Alyssa♥~, Astronomy Master, The Defendant, ALYSSASAUR!]

((Ohhh boy. Anyway, Oregon is fun, but coldish. JESSICA!!!))

[Autumn]

Jessica ❀Sparky❀ wrote: "((Alright. So, ouch... hm. They went to classes, were their depressing selves, etc. Lyra still not talking to Caleb, Lyra and Akrisios getting on somewhat, etc. Then we skipped to November and Lyra..."

((You forgot to tell her about Grandpa and Kelly.))

[Autumn]

Jessica ❀Sparky❀ wrote: "((Yep. That happens sometimes.))

"I guess. Or we could take turns." Avery shrugged."

"Alright," Iris agreed and flipped to the glossary.

[Jessica ❀Sparky❀, Defense Against the Dark Arts Master!]

((Riiight. There are two people floating around named Grandpa and Kelly. They're special.))

"Cool." Avery smiled faintly. "Well, could you look up the properties of rat spleens?"

[Autumn]

((Kelly will now speak in bold face. I hope you mean that in a good way.))
Iris turned several pages. "Revives goats that have fainted, cures wounds made by an owl..."

[Autumn]

((Good! Hmmm I have the urge to make a Hufflepuff named Drizzle.))

[s•u•n•s•h•i•n•e «§KENZ§», Charms Master]

((LOL!!! Hahaha, nvm.))

[Autumn]

((But I can't take credit for the idea. I saw it on Glee :D))

[♥Pudding♥, Potions Master, The Judge, The Puddy]

((I'm not special!))

Lyra's voice was faint, but it was there. For a moment, Akrisios was undecided. His grip slackened and then tightened again. Did she mean please as in kill her? Or please as in stop? He hissed angry as his head was in terrible pain from the many thoughts swirling through his mind. He could see himself, hugging his mother when she came home from the store because he had thought for sure that she had left never to return. When he looked up at her face, he saw Lyra and felt a wrenching agony in his stomach. He blinked and focused on the small girl gasping in his hold.

[Jessica ❀Sparky❀, Defense Against the Dark Arts Master!]

((Oh ouch. Poor Lyra.

Yes, Pudding, you're super special!!!

And yes, Kelly dear, I meant it in a good way.))

[Jessica ❀Sparky❀, Defense Against the Dark Arts Master!]

((A little, yeah... But maybe not to that extent?

LITTLEDOLPHIN!!!!))

[Jessica ❀Sparky❀, Defense Against the Dark Arts Master!]

((Yeah.

Pretty good! I leave for camp tomorrow at one your time, so I spent today getting ready. You?))

[Jessica ❀Sparky❀, Defense Against the Dark Arts Master!]

((Till Saturday.

Hm... That's a tough choice.))

[Jessica ❀Sparky❀, Defense Against the Dark Arts Master!]

((It will be, I think. Most of it.))

[Jessica ❀Sparky❀, Defense Against the Dark Arts Master!]

((Well... I'm not sure, it'll be good. Just some things with Leaders I have. But it'll virk.

Good luck with the choice....))

[Jessica ❀Sparky❀, Defense Against the Dark Arts Master!]

((Eh, it just depends on the day, really. *grin* I'm still excited.

Arg. I have to go to bed so I can be "awake" tomorrow. So, until then, farewell LittleDolphin! *huggles*))