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itsjustjesse · 05-20-2015, 08:47 PM

SPOILER!!: the noises

Dread. She felt dread filling her lungs as if she were sinking in it, her fingers brushed against the maze wall as she tried to steady herself. The fear was there, it was more the fear of what had happened than what could happen. Her muscles ached with tightness. Run. Run. Run. Gotta run. That was all she was thinking as she followed the path and ran straight into light…

“Do you have to have the wand so bright?” She muttered and shook her head as the dread began to grow on her…the sounds, she could hear yelling in the back of her head as she turned around and saw them.

Two of them.

Dementors.

One for her, and one slowly making its way toward her companion who as her eyes adjusted she could tell was Benzi…her well, friend. “Good luck,” she told him as she turned to face the dementor the feelings and emotions filling her with fear. “Expecto patronum” she cast…but her dragon didn’t come only a slight whisp of silver pour from her wand shielding her from the dragon. “Get out of my head” she muttered and shook her head. As her father’s voice was there yelling and still as she stood there she knew she had to face it. To get stronger because her patronus was doing nothing but stalling it.

“Expecto Patronum” she cast again this time, as she remembered her, her mother, the dragon appeared. It was better. ”I miss her” she muttered as the dragon sent her dementor away and simply turned to face the two of them as if asking Can I kill it?

05-20-2015, 08:47 PM	#315 (permalink)
itsjustjesse Fwooper Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: the void Posts: 21,838 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amelia Yarborough Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Emerald Peridot "Dot" Ainsley Gryffindor Seventh Year x10	HOLISTIC ACTRESS {X O} EVERYTHING IS CONNECTED SPOILER!!: the noises Quote: Originally Posted by fire_faerie Where had that memory even come from? He must have been... what, like four or five? ... Or was it six? He managed to forget most of his old life, and for the most part he was rather happy with that. His name was Benzi Rider, his mother Rachel and his sister Suri. But that... that memory had been really powerful. Benzi was so lost in his thoughts he turned the corner and immediately tripped over protruding roots. Landing on his hands, his wand luckily right beside him, he groaned and mentally berated himself for losing focus as he quickly clambered to his feet. Only when he was back up did he notice the complete and utter lack of light in this passage. Did something just touch him? Benzi jumped to the right and shook his arm, then stilled immediately as he heard a rustling. "Lumos," he whispered, and watched as the light flooded the pathway with stiff, white light. He never liked the lumos spell, everything looked unnatural. Taking steady steps forward, and sticking to his wall again so he wouldn't get lost, Benzi was sure that there was rustling coming up ahead. ... Probably the dementor. Taking a deep breath, he adjusted his grip on his wand and walked until he reached a T. Following his wall, Benzi turned left. Dementor, dementor, come out and play. Dread. She felt dread filling her lungs as if she were sinking in it, her fingers brushed against the maze wall as she tried to steady herself. The fear was there, it was more the fear of what had happened than what could happen. Her muscles ached with tightness. Run. Run. Run. Gotta run. That was all she was thinking as she followed the path and ran straight into light… “Do you have to have the wand so bright?” She muttered and shook her head as the dread began to grow on her…the sounds, she could hear yelling in the back of her head as she turned around and saw them. Two of them. Dementors. One for her, and one slowly making its way toward her companion who as her eyes adjusted she could tell was Benzi…her well, friend. “Good luck,” she told him as she turned to face the dementor the feelings and emotions filling her with fear. “Expecto patronum” she cast…but her dragon didn’t come only a slight whisp of silver pour from her wand shielding her from the dragon. “Get out of my head” she muttered and shook her head. As her father’s voice was there yelling and still as she stood there she knew she had to face it. To get stronger because her patronus was doing nothing but stalling it. “Expecto Patronum” she cast again this time, as she remembered her, her mother, the dragon appeared. It was better. ”I miss her” she muttered as the dragon sent her dementor away and simply turned to face the two of them as if asking Can I kill it? __________________ IT'S NOT AN ACT OF LOVE __________________________________________________ ___________ ____________ IF YOU MAKE HER ____________