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Angie · 07-26-2017, 08:21 PM

Shock gave way to panic and panic gave way to nerves.

Nerves gave way to laughter.

It bubbled out, sharp and loud, twice. When the third time threatened to spill out, he bit down so hard on his bottom lip he tasted blood. The Runespoor in all its three headed glory was on the prowl, and when the middle head bashed against his shield--itwasworkingitwasworkingitwasbloodyworking--he stumbled back, yelping.

His thoughts were a scattered mess, a series of warning alarms and exclamation signs going off all over his brain, preventing him from fully assessing the situation at hand. As he took more steps backwards, as if trying to get to the door again, Levi pinched his thigh repeatedly until something other than complete shock took over. Slight pain worked, somehow, and he blinked sharply, against the sweat dribbling down his forehead and finally, assessed his current options.

...There were none, of course, none that didn't involve going to toe to toe with the serpent. The message on the door was clear; it would not open for as long as it roamed free. It was fight the runespoor or fight the runespoor.

The good news was that it could absolutely be worse. He'd faced a dementor, a murderous tree, a tundra. And it wasn't like this was a basilisk, as he'd originally theorized.

It was really important to remember it wasn't a basilisk. And that all things considered, it could be exponentially worse.

Levi took another step backwards, feeling his back hit the knob-less door.

Fine.

Clearly, the middle head was the stupid one; it had missed his shield while the other two had not. Or not stupid, but--what was it the runespoor was?
Represented the number three, and also three different sides...? By that logic all the heads had a distinct personality, which could be easily surmised by the way the left one responded to the middle one's blunder. Not that Levi spoke parseltongue--a skill that would have come in handy just now, surely-- but the way in which the left head addressed the middle one was particular. It was... displeased? And the fangs on the right head--looked especially nasty. Not to mention that if they functioned in any way like regular snakes did, well--they could very well be venomous, too.

This was a rare moment in which he wish he'd taken Care of Magical Creatures. Or was this the sort of creature that would be covered by Hirsch? Runespoor didn't exactly need looking after; it was really more like people needed to be protected from them.

But, whatever. A three headed snake was intent on ending him before he could take his apparition test this summer and he was backed up against a door that wouldn't budge. And, frankly, he was getting pretty angry that the organizers of the tournament thought they had to go through this much hardship for a simple scholarship. Especially when he didn't even need one and presumably the other competitors' marks were outstanding enough to apply for one on their own merits. Couldn't they spare at least, maybe, some trophy? A bag of gold? No exams for the remainder of their respective educations? At least for this year?

Still, though. It was better than a dementor.

And anger was also good and he fed on it as he lifted his wand and pointed it at the middle head. Professor Hirsch had said it was difficult to say if certain spells--such as the daydream charm--could work on the non human mind. After all, they were designed for human beings, specifically. But there was no reason why he couldn't at least try a hand of them, given the circumstances. And, anyway, it wasn't his first time using it. He had done the same for the first challenge and if it worked on a dummy--a definite not human being--it could very well work on a serpent. A complex charm like this one ought to work on a more malleable, simplistic mind, surely; certainly one that could miss the shield, or not think about the possibility of a shield, and go straight for the kill.

Talls blade of grass in a peaceful, hot jungle somewhere in Burkina Faso. Threatening humans trying to hunt them down for sport have not been seen in centuries and there is an endless supply of mice and rabbits and birds for food. A quiet, thoughtful left head and a right one that looked decidedly less threatening--more friendly. All three heads of the runespoor living in perfect harmony, a whole colony of them living at peace, is what Levi wholy imagined and focused on--and then directed it in the form of a daydream charm straight at the middle head of the runespoor.

Levi was under no delusions that the effects of protego and fianto duri would hold for much longer; he was utilizing a considerable amount of magic elsewhere, and very complex one at that, and it was a matter of prioritizing. So he prioritized by sending the strongest jelly brain jinx he could possibly muster at the hissing left head.

Somewhere down on his calves, he thought he felt the locaritus invisible armor stretch itself so thin it shattered.

As the Americans said--yikes.

07-26-2017, 08:21 PM	#10 (permalink)
Angie DoM Veela Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Themyscira Posts: 37,610 Hogwarts RPG Name: Nerissa M. Tate Sixth Year x8	Wowza! Shock gave way to panic and panic gave way to nerves. Nerves gave way to laughter. It bubbled out, sharp and loud, twice. When the third time threatened to spill out, he bit down so hard on his bottom lip he tasted blood. The Runespoor in all its three headed glory was on the prowl, and when the middle head bashed against his shield--itwasworkingitwasworkingitwasbloodyworking--he stumbled back, yelping. His thoughts were a scattered mess, a series of warning alarms and exclamation signs going off all over his brain, preventing him from fully assessing the situation at hand. As he took more steps backwards, as if trying to get to the door again, Levi pinched his thigh repeatedly until something other than complete shock took over. Slight pain worked, somehow, and he blinked sharply, against the sweat dribbling down his forehead and finally, assessed his current options. ...There were none, of course, none that didn't involve going to toe to toe with the serpent. The message on the door was clear; it would not open for as long as it roamed free. It was fight the runespoor or fight the runespoor. The good news was that it could absolutely be worse. He'd faced a dementor, a murderous tree, a tundra. And it wasn't like this was a basilisk, as he'd originally theorized. It was really important to remember it wasn't a basilisk. And that all things considered, it could be exponentially worse. Levi took another step backwards, feeling his back hit the knob-less door. Fine. Clearly, the middle head was the stupid one; it had missed his shield while the other two had not. Or not stupid, but--what was it the runespoor was? Represented the number three, and also three different sides...? By that logic all the heads had a distinct personality, which could be easily surmised by the way the left one responded to the middle one's blunder. Not that Levi spoke parseltongue--a skill that would have come in handy just now, surely-- but the way in which the left head addressed the middle one was particular. It was... displeased? And the fangs on the right head--looked especially nasty. Not to mention that if they functioned in any way like regular snakes did, well--they could very well be venomous, too. This was a rare moment in which he wish he'd taken Care of Magical Creatures. Or was this the sort of creature that would be covered by Hirsch? Runespoor didn't exactly need looking after; it was really more like people needed to be protected from them. But, whatever. A three headed snake was intent on ending him before he could take his apparition test this summer and he was backed up against a door that wouldn't budge. And, frankly, he was getting pretty angry that the organizers of the tournament thought they had to go through this much hardship for a simple scholarship. Especially when he didn't even need one and presumably the other competitors' marks were outstanding enough to apply for one on their own merits. Couldn't they spare at least, maybe, some trophy? A bag of gold? No exams for the remainder of their respective educations? At least for this year? Still, though. It was better than a dementor. And anger was also good and he fed on it as he lifted his wand and pointed it at the middle head. Professor Hirsch had said it was difficult to say if certain spells--such as the daydream charm--could work on the non human mind. After all, they were designed for human beings, specifically. But there was no reason why he couldn't at least try a hand of them, given the circumstances. And, anyway, it wasn't his first time using it. He had done the same for the first challenge and if it worked on a dummy--a definite not human being--it could very well work on a serpent. A complex charm like this one ought to work on a more malleable, simplistic mind, surely; certainly one that could miss the shield, or not think about the possibility of a shield, and go straight for the kill. Talls blade of grass in a peaceful, hot jungle somewhere in Burkina Faso. Threatening humans trying to hunt them down for sport have not been seen in centuries and there is an endless supply of mice and rabbits and birds for food. A quiet, thoughtful left head and a right one that looked decidedly less threatening--more friendly. All three heads of the runespoor living in perfect harmony, a whole colony of them living at peace, is what Levi wholy imagined and focused on--and then directed it in the form of a daydream charm straight at the middle head of the runespoor. Levi was under no delusions that the effects of protego and fianto duri would hold for much longer; he was utilizing a considerable amount of magic elsewhere, and very complex one at that, and it was a matter of prioritizing. So he prioritized by sending the strongest jelly brain jinx he could possibly muster at the hissing left head. Somewhere down on his calves, he thought he felt the locaritus invisible armor stretch itself so thin it shattered. As the Americans said--yikes. __________________