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**Jesus Rodriguez** · 05-24-2017, 07:41 PM

The bit of confidence and tranquility that Jesús had mustered up within him dissipated immediately as he watched the creature move backwards. His plan was supposed to go as follows: the creature was supposed to have been pushed back far enough for Jesús to move the man away from danger, then he was supposed to figure out what the creature was so he could find a way to handle it safely, and, finally, he was supposed to leave the area with the man (somehow, he hadn't thought that part through,) and get as far away from the forest as possible. All of this should have happened. And yet, the sixth year found himself, in the same predicament as before, nothing had changed, and he was slowly beginning to think that he would be responsible should the creature attack the man any further.

He needed to calm down and think. But even that was working against him; he was over-thinking, over-analyzing, and panic slowly sifted through him again.

His plan, that he thought was more or less well-thought out (given the extremity of the situation,) had fallen apart. Jesús felt his fingers start to buzz again, felt his anxiety travel through his palms, and he had to ball his free hand into a fist in order to distract himself. His mind was always working overtime to casually remind him that his earlier suspicions were probably 78% true. Jesús also had the terrifying thought that maybe the staff wouldn't intervene. This meant that whatever Professor Williams had told him previously was all a lie, and he really could not believe he fell for it. It was unfortunate; he didn't want to have to categorize Professor Williams that way, but, unfortunately, the History of Magic professor left him no choice. He had also hoped that, at the very least, the man was far enough away, because that would have been one less thing to worry about. As fate would have it, the spell hadn't worked that well at all. Although the man had lifted briefly, before plopping back onto the ground. He was in the exact same spot that Jesús found him in and, again, Jesús found himself tangling with despair.

How could he get the creature (which, now that he'd had time to process the facts, he could now, definitively say that it was, in fact, a dementor) to leave the man and come towards him instead? If Jesús could be completely honest with himself, he would have preferred the dementor to have already finished the job before Jesús arrived. The logical part of himself warned him against over-thinking, but the illogical side (the one that was currently taking hold of his decisions) felt otherwise. He needed to think even more, and figure it out before it was too late. Recalling the bit of information that he'd retained on said dark creature, he knew that dementors were able to sense the mental and physical state of those around them. They also were able to sense emotions, and Jesús berated himself for not figuring it out sooner. So preoccupied was he with everything around him (he was concerned about the growl he'd heard earlier, as he'd never read anything that pointed to a dementor having a distinct cry or call,) he'd neglected to take in the facts.

Fact: the creature was hooded, and what little bit of its body that Jesús did see hadn't registered as any sort of creature he expected to encounter in the forest. Fact: the creature was incredibly large (another reason why he had been temporarily paralyzed earlier,) and didn't appear to have any sort of legs or, rather, its legs were hidden. Fact: it was hunched over, and had been insistent on diminishing what little spirit or life the man had left. Despite all his panicking earlier, he was honestly surprised the dementor hadn't come after him. This would work in his favor, he supposed, and it was in that moment that Jesús had made a decision.

Taking all of those facts in mind, Jesús had found a bit more nerve and started to shift his thoughts away from what was happening before him and to start focusing intensely on the things that made him feel incredibly capable. His tunnel vision (which, unfortunately, was his uncontrollable tendency to hyperfocus on whatever interested him at the time,) was both a blessing and a curse. His current obsession was on animals and magical creatures. Primarily because he always wondered if animals were more sentient than humans gave them credit for, or if their sentience caused them to function differently that lead to the formation of their own, unique societies and social norms. He thought about all of this in order to ward off all his negative thoughts. He also hoped that his thoughts on the topic would successfully combat any desire the dementor might have had previously in regards to attacking him.

This enabled him to feel calmer, he was able to grip his wand better, and he managed to take several steps forward. Having proximity, he felt, would either work in his favor or would be his undoing. Casting a patronus charm, it seemed, was his best course of action; there weren't any other options spell-wise (nothing that he knew or could do as he was still in his sixth year,) that he could try out. And despite not having had the sort of practice to produce a corporeal patronus (he would have never imagined that he would actually come into contact with a dementor while he was still a student,) he would still try. He had to. It was an incredibly advanced charm that he'd taken the time last year to research (to be constantly vigilant was important to him, especially considering the sort of dark creatures that roamed around the wizarding world,) but he'd never actually cast it successfully. Still, Jesús knew deep down that this was the only way for him to get the dementor away from the man (who he still didn't know if he was real or if he was another creature that had been transfigured to look like a man.) And if he didn't act quickly, everything he went through and had done previously would have been for nothing.

He raised his wand and pointed it at the dementor. Happy memories for Jesús were few and far between. However, the boy managed to extract what he felt was his happiest memory from his life: his ninth birthday party. His tías and abuela had worked tirelessly to decorate their apartment to create a happy, festive environment. It was an explosion of reds and yellows with teal and shades of pink. There was candy, good music, family and friends, enough food to feed a small sports team, and most importantly: his parents. The peak of this memory was when they decided on taking an impromtu family photo, with all of them smiling and laughing. Jesús had clung to this memory and only brought it out when he needed a reminder of what he valued the most. While channeling this, he enunciated as best as he could, and shouted "Expecto Patronum!" What came from his wand was something indistinguishable, and he wasn't entirely sure if it was solid or not. It was more or less a wispy stream of smoke, but he figured anything was better than nothing.

05-24-2017, 07:41 PM	#8 (permalink)
Jesus Rodriguez Thunderbird Puffskein Join Date: May 2017 Posts: 1,079 Hogwarts RPG Name: Jesús Rodríguez Sixth Year	The bit of confidence and tranquility that Jesús had mustered up within him dissipated immediately as he watched the creature move backwards. His plan was supposed to go as follows: the creature was supposed to have been pushed back far enough for Jesús to move the man away from danger, then he was supposed to figure out what the creature was so he could find a way to handle it safely, and, finally, he was supposed to leave the area with the man (somehow, he hadn't thought that part through,) and get as far away from the forest as possible. All of this should have happened. And yet, the sixth year found himself, in the same predicament as before, nothing had changed, and he was slowly beginning to think that he would be responsible should the creature attack the man any further. He needed to calm down and think. But even that was working against him; he was over-thinking, over-analyzing, and panic slowly sifted through him again. His plan, that he thought was more or less well-thought out (given the extremity of the situation,) had fallen apart. Jesús felt his fingers start to buzz again, felt his anxiety travel through his palms, and he had to ball his free hand into a fist in order to distract himself. His mind was always working overtime to casually remind him that his earlier suspicions were probably 78% true. Jesús also had the terrifying thought that maybe the staff wouldn't intervene. This meant that whatever Professor Williams had told him previously was all a lie, and he really could not believe he fell for it. It was unfortunate; he didn't want to have to categorize Professor Williams that way, but, unfortunately, the History of Magic professor left him no choice. He had also hoped that, at the very least, the man was far enough away, because that would have been one less thing to worry about. As fate would have it, the spell hadn't worked that well at all. Although the man had lifted briefly, before plopping back onto the ground. He was in the exact same spot that Jesús found him in and, again, Jesús found himself tangling with despair. How could he get the creature (which, now that he'd had time to process the facts, he could now, definitively say that it was, in fact, a dementor) to leave the man and come towards him instead? If Jesús could be completely honest with himself, he would have preferred the dementor to have already finished the job before Jesús arrived. The logical part of himself warned him against over-thinking, but the illogical side (the one that was currently taking hold of his decisions) felt otherwise. He needed to think even more, and figure it out before it was too late. Recalling the bit of information that he'd retained on said dark creature, he knew that dementors were able to sense the mental and physical state of those around them. They also were able to sense emotions, and Jesús berated himself for not figuring it out sooner. So preoccupied was he with everything around him (he was concerned about the growl he'd heard earlier, as he'd never read anything that pointed to a dementor having a distinct cry or call,) he'd neglected to take in the facts. Fact: the creature was hooded, and what little bit of its body that Jesús did see hadn't registered as any sort of creature he expected to encounter in the forest. Fact: the creature was incredibly large (another reason why he had been temporarily paralyzed earlier,) and didn't appear to have any sort of legs or, rather, its legs were hidden. Fact: it was hunched over, and had been insistent on diminishing what little spirit or life the man had left. Despite all his panicking earlier, he was honestly surprised the dementor hadn't come after him. This would work in his favor, he supposed, and it was in that moment that Jesús had made a decision. Taking all of those facts in mind, Jesús had found a bit more nerve and started to shift his thoughts away from what was happening before him and to start focusing intensely on the things that made him feel incredibly capable. His tunnel vision (which, unfortunately, was his uncontrollable tendency to hyperfocus on whatever interested him at the time,) was both a blessing and a curse. His current obsession was on animals and magical creatures. Primarily because he always wondered if animals were more sentient than humans gave them credit for, or if their sentience caused them to function differently that lead to the formation of their own, unique societies and social norms. He thought about all of this in order to ward off all his negative thoughts. He also hoped that his thoughts on the topic would successfully combat any desire the dementor might have had previously in regards to attacking him. This enabled him to feel calmer, he was able to grip his wand better, and he managed to take several steps forward. Having proximity, he felt, would either work in his favor or would be his undoing. Casting a patronus charm, it seemed, was his best course of action; there weren't any other options spell-wise (nothing that he knew or could do as he was still in his sixth year,) that he could try out. And despite not having had the sort of practice to produce a corporeal patronus (he would have never imagined that he would actually come into contact with a dementor while he was still a student,) he would still try. He had to. It was an incredibly advanced charm that he'd taken the time last year to research (to be constantly vigilant was important to him, especially considering the sort of dark creatures that roamed around the wizarding world,) but he'd never actually cast it successfully. Still, Jesús knew deep down that this was the only way for him to get the dementor away from the man (who he still didn't know if he was real or if he was another creature that had been transfigured to look like a man.) And if he didn't act quickly, everything he went through and had done previously would have been for nothing. He raised his wand and pointed it at the dementor. Happy memories for Jesús were few and far between. However, the boy managed to extract what he felt was his happiest memory from his life: his ninth birthday party. His tías and abuela had worked tirelessly to decorate their apartment to create a happy, festive environment. It was an explosion of reds and yellows with teal and shades of pink. There was candy, good music, family and friends, enough food to feed a small sports team, and most importantly: his parents. The peak of this memory was when they decided on taking an impromtu family photo, with all of them smiling and laughing. Jesús had clung to this memory and only brought it out when he needed a reminder of what he valued the most. While channeling this, he enunciated as best as he could, and shouted "Expecto Patronum!" What came from his wand was something indistinguishable, and he wasn't entirely sure if it was solid or not. It was more or less a wispy stream of smoke, but he figured anything was better than nothing. __________________ Coming soon.