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*Holmesian Feline* · 09-25-2013, 10:09 PM

34. Protego

“Protego!”

Minerva fell backwards to the floor as Snape’s shield successfully rebounded her own spell.
So much for the pretense of civil conversation. But then Minerva had doubted she could keep it up much longer anyway, especially when Filius, Pomona and Horace eventually arrived to join her to deal with the headmaster.

Regaining herself, the witch cast again, calling fire from a nearby torch to do her bidding as she worked to recover her stance. She was rewarded by a typical Slytherin act, a snake of smoke replacing her ring of fire and quickly changing directions toward her.

“He trusted you…” she said as she vanished it away, thinking of the only thing that came to mind. The betrayal of Dumbledore. “You’ve proven to be worse to this school that Umbridge.” Her words had clearly ruffled the feathers of the younger man judging by the mixture of anger…and was that hurt…upon his pale face. The spell shot her way was bounced back by another off to her left.

The cavalry had arrived.

09-25-2013, 10:09 PM	#17 (permalink)
Holmesian Feline Chimaera Join Date: Oct 2006 Location: Baker Street Posts: 30,220 Hogwarts RPG Name: Marcus Briody Cole Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Nadia Atreyu-Rehman Gryffindor Sixth Year x8 x8	Toothless - Napoleon of Crime - Gryffinclaw - Owl Emissary - Pirate Auror - DoctorDonna 34. Protego “Protego!” Minerva fell backwards to the floor as Snape’s shield successfully rebounded her own spell. So much for the pretense of civil conversation. But then Minerva had doubted she could keep it up much longer anyway, especially when Filius, Pomona and Horace eventually arrived to join her to deal with the headmaster. Regaining herself, the witch cast again, calling fire from a nearby torch to do her bidding as she worked to recover her stance. She was rewarded by a typical Slytherin act, a snake of smoke replacing her ring of fire and quickly changing directions toward her. “He trusted you…” she said as she vanished it away, thinking of the only thing that came to mind. The betrayal of Dumbledore. “You’ve proven to be worse to this school that Umbridge.” Her words had clearly ruffled the feathers of the younger man judging by the mixture of anger…and was that hurt…upon his pale face. The spell shot her way was bounced back by another off to her left. The cavalry had arrived. __________________