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**Jesus Rodriguez** · 05-28-2017, 06:43 AM

Jesús supposed that with the fog out of the way, their trek through the forest would be a lot smoother. Over and over, he hoped that they would make it outside without any difficulties. A part of him wondered if all of this was part of the challenge; and if that part was right (he hoped, desperately, that it wasn't,) then that would mean they willingly sent a dementor after them. And for what. Trauma? Entertainment? All for a scholarship? He fought back the urge to spit, and continued to keep his cool as they walked. Even if he didn't make it to the end of the competition, he was determined to cause enough chaos to make everyone's heads spin. This was his silent promise to Hawk-eyes and Moxley.

He did not imagine the possibility of the man slowing his gait in order stop walking entirely; this gave the boy pause, which, in turn made him feel anxious all over again. With a raised brow, Jesús spun to face the man, and feigned a confusion. "No?" He repeated it, rhetorically, so the man would hear how absurd he sounded. Jesús would attempt to remain in control, though, he would not let a no-maj try and flip the situation in his favor. As the man babbled (because that's what it was to him, babbling,) Jesús tried his best to follow the logic behind his rambling. For someone who'd been attacked by a dementor, he was surprisingly clear-headed, even through all of his whining.

All pretenses aside, Jesús had found yet another irritation to add to his already terrible day. The man was pushing it; and even though Jesús wanted to appear caring and understanding and sympathetic, he was anything but at the moment. At the end of the man's spiel, Jesús sported a blasé expression on his face. He closed his eyes briefly, used his fingers to pinch the bridge of his nose, and thought about whether or not he should tackle the issue rationally or irrationally. He was in quite the dilemma. If he took the rational route, he would make another attempt at convincing the (now supposed) no-maj that he was unnecessarily stressing and that things would be alright as soon as they made it out. The irrational route, however, was dangerously appealing and involved an attempt at tampering with the man's memory. It was something that he shouldn't know how to do, and he technically didn't really know how. But, he'd been very interested in researching the human mind and had delved a bit into memory over the summer. The incantation was simple; it was the execution that had him a bit worried.

It wasn't that Jesús was looking forward to possibly ruining what little brain the man before him had, but if this was the fastest route to getting them both out, then he would take it.

Not that he would ever openly admit it, but Jesús had no issue putting his own needs first (even at the expense of his own moral compass.) At the moment, the man (along with all of his doubts,) currently posed a threat. But Jesús wouldn't panic just yet, he had to remain calm. "So, let me get this straight. Just moments ago, you were cowering in fear, and, please correct me if I'm wrong, but now you're telling me that you suddenly have a very clear recollection of what happened to you. Right?" It was the sort of absurdity that Jesús did not appreciate. He spoke with a calm, even voice in order to bury his irritation. And although his face had relaxed quite a bit, he began to regard the man carefully. "And now you don't want to remember it." It wasn't a question; he was repeating the man's statement so that he could hear his own ridiculousness out loud.

Jesús sighed (loudly, dramatically, and almost laughed.) There was nothing more frustrating than having a stranger color his story with doubt. He considered stunning him, considered whether or not binding him was the safer option, and also considered simply leaving him and walking away. There was no real reason for Jesús to stay and entertain the man's shenanigans; if he knew what was best for him, he'd leave the forest too. But, and it bothered Jesús that he still cared about seeing this through, he finally came to the conclusion that making an attempt at the Memory Charm was his best option. Jesús pulled out his wand and sighed again. "I don't really care about explaining the details right now," he pointed the tip of his wand in the direction of the man's face, "but since you are insistent, I will gladly give you what you want." He was tired of talking (which was shocking considering just how much he loved to talk,) and needed this whole ordeal to be over. His concern over whether or not he could actually perform the spell had long passed, as he focused on enunciating the incantation properly. "Obliviate."

05-28-2017, 06:43 AM	#16 (permalink)
Jesus Rodriguez Thunderbird Puffskein Join Date: May 2017 Posts: 1,079 Hogwarts RPG Name: Jesús Rodríguez Sixth Year	Jesús supposed that with the fog out of the way, their trek through the forest would be a lot smoother. Over and over, he hoped that they would make it outside without any difficulties. A part of him wondered if all of this was part of the challenge; and if that part was right (he hoped, desperately, that it wasn't,) then that would mean they willingly sent a dementor after them. And for what. Trauma? Entertainment? All for a scholarship? He fought back the urge to spit, and continued to keep his cool as they walked. Even if he didn't make it to the end of the competition, he was determined to cause enough chaos to make everyone's heads spin. This was his silent promise to Hawk-eyes and Moxley. He did not imagine the possibility of the man slowing his gait in order stop walking entirely; this gave the boy pause, which, in turn made him feel anxious all over again. With a raised brow, Jesús spun to face the man, and feigned a confusion. "No?" He repeated it, rhetorically, so the man would hear how absurd he sounded. Jesús would attempt to remain in control, though, he would not let a no-maj try and flip the situation in his favor. As the man babbled (because that's what it was to him, babbling,) Jesús tried his best to follow the logic behind his rambling. For someone who'd been attacked by a dementor, he was surprisingly clear-headed, even through all of his whining. All pretenses aside, Jesús had found yet another irritation to add to his already terrible day. The man was pushing it; and even though Jesús wanted to appear caring and understanding and sympathetic, he was anything but at the moment. At the end of the man's spiel, Jesús sported a blasé expression on his face. He closed his eyes briefly, used his fingers to pinch the bridge of his nose, and thought about whether or not he should tackle the issue rationally or irrationally. He was in quite the dilemma. If he took the rational route, he would make another attempt at convincing the (now supposed) no-maj that he was unnecessarily stressing and that things would be alright as soon as they made it out. The irrational route, however, was dangerously appealing and involved an attempt at tampering with the man's memory. It was something that he shouldn't know how to do, and he technically didn't really know how. But, he'd been very interested in researching the human mind and had delved a bit into memory over the summer. The incantation was simple; it was the execution that had him a bit worried. It wasn't that Jesús was looking forward to possibly ruining what little brain the man before him had, but if this was the fastest route to getting them both out, then he would take it. Not that he would ever openly admit it, but Jesús had no issue putting his own needs first (even at the expense of his own moral compass.) At the moment, the man (along with all of his doubts,) currently posed a threat. But Jesús wouldn't panic just yet, he had to remain calm. "So, let me get this straight. Just moments ago, you were cowering in fear, and, please correct me if I'm wrong, but now you're telling me that you suddenly have a very clear recollection of what happened to you. Right?" It was the sort of absurdity that Jesús did not appreciate. He spoke with a calm, even voice in order to bury his irritation. And although his face had relaxed quite a bit, he began to regard the man carefully. "And now you don't want to remember it." It wasn't a question; he was repeating the man's statement so that he could hear his own ridiculousness out loud. Jesús sighed (loudly, dramatically, and almost laughed.) There was nothing more frustrating than having a stranger color his story with doubt. He considered stunning him, considered whether or not binding him was the safer option, and also considered simply leaving him and walking away. There was no real reason for Jesús to stay and entertain the man's shenanigans; if he knew what was best for him, he'd leave the forest too. But, and it bothered Jesús that he still cared about seeing this through, he finally came to the conclusion that making an attempt at the Memory Charm was his best option. Jesús pulled out his wand and sighed again. "I don't really care about explaining the details right now," he pointed the tip of his wand in the direction of the man's face, "but since you are insistent, I will gladly give you what you want." He was tired of talking (which was shocking considering just how much he loved to talk,) and needed this whole ordeal to be over. His concern over whether or not he could actually perform the spell had long passed, as he focused on enunciating the incantation properly. "Obliviate." __________________ Coming soon.