DMAC Occamy
Join Date: Mar 2007 Location: Disneyland
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Dezi Willard Fifth Year x2
| Mrs. Alex Turner *asterisks user* Secret Door No one went to get them.
In the end, the staff’s intervention hadn’t even been needed. Incredibly well charmed dummies passing for Muggles and Ministry officials hidden by very good Disillusionment Charms. No word on the Dementors yet, but Daisy rather thought they had seemed real enough to actually .. be real. Which was an insane thought to have, but there it was. There had been sixteen Dementors in that forest and now, that the task was over, someone was in charge of taking them back to Azkaban, where they belonged. So no, it didn’t matter that, in the end, the whole task had been nothing more than a cheap magic trick. The fear she had felt had been enough. It had, like the Muggle dummies, seemed real enough; it had gripped at her heart and kept her standing up in front of the staff. The very quiet staff, the note-taking staff, though, Daisy had nodded in acknowledgment of Professor Myers’ words and done her best to not think about what that ‘yet’ had meant.
After the task was over, Daisy would come to understand why people said hindsight was a wonderful thing. In hindsight, maybe she had overreacted, maybe she had been overly dramatic but, until that happened, no one tell her that the vision of her best friend being clutched by a Dementor wasn’t supposed to make her feel scared.
They’d probably find themselves flying off the stands.
There had been a lot of talking and spells that no one should be casting on human beings -- in hindsight, they hadn’t been human but it didn’t change the fact that apparently, messing with someone’s mind was okay, now -- and Daisy knew she should’ve been commentating but she couldn’t bring herself to. So she stood, hands gripping the railing and eyes never leaving the screen. Not until her best friend found himself with a teapot in his hand. Only then did she move, sending the staff -- Hirsch, Reed, Myers -- a slightly apologetic look. Though she was still mad, so mad she couldn’t bring herself to speak to them. Dementors. Actual Dementors in that forest, grabbing students, chasing students, sucking souls that, again, in hindsight, didn’t even exist.
What a cruel, twisted joke.
Rather dazedly, she made her way back to her seat, picking up her dropped wand on her way there, and smiled tightly at Maddox. This had been fun, in the beginning, and she did feel rather sorry for abandoning him but not enough to regret it. Agreeing to do this had been a terrible idea, after all. Wordlessly, she picked up her bag and placed a bottle of water on the empty seat next to him, sure that after all that talking he would need it. Her eyes found Levi and the other competitors on the stands as she cast the Sonorus charm for the last time that day. ”There you have it, ladies and gentlemen. The first challenge is over, congratulations to all the competitors for surviving that. Let’s hope no one is too traumatised. But hey -- scholarship, am I right?” There was not even the slightest attempt to hide the distaste in her voice but it was okay; what could they do to her? Unleash a Dementor on her dorm while she was asleep?
Hah.
Walking past a crying Dora -- guess the wish they hadn’t been traumatised wasn’t coming true, then; the girl made a mental note to check on her later --, Daisy hurriedly made a beeline for Levi, pushing people away as she went. The plan hadn’t been that; levitate the milkshake to him, leave him to his family but -- well, Levi was pretty straight forward. If he needed the space, he would let it be known. She greeted Ava and Noelle with a smile and a quick “Hey girls.” before quickly glancing at Levi but finding that the realisation that he was here and he was safe and had faced a Dementor and had survived was too much, so quickly she busied herself with rummaging through her bag until she found the bottled banana milkshake. ”Ava is right, eat some chocolate. I have chocolate frogs if you need more. And apples. Water, too.” After all, their arrangement came with certain responsabilities.
Offering him the bottle, Daisy reached forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek. ”Hi, L. Nice IV shot.” |