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sweetpinkpixie · 02-18-2021, 04:18 PM

Chaos. There was so much going on that Atlas did not even register a familiar face among the group of Ministry employees that had just arrived. What he did register, because it happened a few yards in front of him since he was still glued in space to his arrival spot, was that one of the girls in his group had been picked UP by one of the dragons and was now being taken away. To be eaten, he assumed. Flight instincts kicking in to high gear, Atlas looked around for somewhere to hide - anywhere to hide - and that was when he saw Professor Williamson fall...and fall HARD.

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Originally Posted by banabatgirl

well, william got his wish. The stunner was feeble and half-butted attempt but... It still hit him square in the chest and made him fall over face-first. What else could he do? As he went down like a sack of potatoes being dropped down a flight of stairs, he had a brief glimpse of louise rushing his way.

Oh no.

Oh no.

oh no no no no no!

Hoping that the ensuing chaos (yikes at that one Gryffindor getting knocked back like that with the jinx and then ALSO getting scooped up by a dragon) would cloak him as he made a dart across the area towards the man, Atlasknew he could rely on only one spell so far this term and that had been Protego. Sure, it was unlikely to do much good against a DRAGON but...oh well. Darting and then flopping down beside the man ~~to play possom~~, Atlas' hands hovered over the man and he was afraid that he was dead. Was that a little bit of drool though....OH NO CHEST MOVEMENT EVERYTHING WAS FINE!

Only it wasn't fine at all but at least he knew Professor Williamson was alive and that gave him...some hope. Wand out, since casting magic was surely okay with the Ministry on site, Atlas cast a Protego around them both and then curled up into a tight ball, fingers plugged into his ears, beside the man while pulling his dark robes all around himself to hide. With how much dust and dirt that had now covered the material...maybe he could blend in and look like a rock next to the professor.

There was courage in a little self preservation, okay?
»»——⍟——««

Grinning as the Chinese Fireball turned its attention to himself, recognizing that hungry gleam to the beat's eyes, Andrei twisted his hand holding the small ball of flame at the wrist and curled his fingers in more and more rapidly to continue to amass the heat. His thick boots dug into the dirt as he walked backwards, glancing briefly over his shoulder to ensure he did not trip over anything, and soon the elemental magic in his hand had accumulated to roughly the size of a watermelon, which should be plenty for him to manipulate for this young Fireball.

Pivoting suddenly as the beast charged on, Andrei wove the flame into the shape of three small hens and with a grunt released them from his hand in a similar fashion that one would use Oppugno - only his intention was not to cause harm but to distract and have the young dragon chase the fire hens around for a bit. They did not exactly cluck but each time their beaks opened there was a loud POPPING sound like wood in the fireplace.

He was just turning his attention back to the group of students when suddenly the people in hoods began attacking his colleagues. The 25-year-old had about a split second recognition that something had been hurtled his way and he just barely leaped out of the way of it. In fact, the spell just barely grazed his right shoulder as he dove but it was enough to render it dead. He therefore fell to the ground hard on his left side, his right arm hanging loosely across his hip and incapacitated.

Cursing to himself in Romanian as he jumped back to his feet, he immediately began to wandlessly manipulate the air once again to create more fire to his hand. Who were these people and what in the bloody hell were they trying to accomplish here?! Torn between retaliation and protection, Andrei wanted to check on the group of kids the Fireball had been previously charging towards...but dragons were the more predictable species here today...and thus he hurtled his own attack in the form of a bludger sized ball of fire right back to the hooded figure in hopes of incapacitating them temporarily.

"Move into the building!" he barked, his Romanian accent rolling off the tongue as fluidly as the flames from his hand, to the group of kids while blocking the path between them and these mysteries people. "Get inside and stay there!"

He was going to have to take care of his other shoulder, and arm, soon. But after he dealt with this figure who had first attacked him and only after he ensured that both the Fireball and children were in safer positions.

02-18-2021, 04:18 PM	#74 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Romanian Longhorn Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 39,980 Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Diamond Marchbanks Gryffindor Sixth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Zachaël Lufkin Owl Post x12 x12	CHAOS! If I misread something pls nudge me and I fix :3 Atlas: solo Andrei: tyre kids astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Chaos. There was so much going on that Atlas did not even register a familiar face among the group of Ministry employees that had just arrived. What he did register, because it happened a few yards in front of him since he was still glued in space to his arrival spot, was that one of the girls in his group had been picked UP by one of the dragons and was now being taken away. To be eaten, he assumed. Flight instincts kicking in to high gear, Atlas looked around for somewhere to hide - anywhere to hide - and that was when he saw Professor Williamson fall...and fall HARD. Quote: Originally Posted by banabatgirl well, william got his wish. The stunner was feeble and half-butted attempt but... It still hit him square in the chest and made him fall over face-first. What else could he do? As he went down like a sack of potatoes being dropped down a flight of stairs, he had a brief glimpse of louise rushing his way. Oh no. Oh no. oh no no no no no! Hoping that the ensuing chaos (yikes at that one Gryffindor getting knocked back like that with the jinx and then ALSO getting scooped up by a dragon) would cloak him as he made a dart across the area towards the man, Atlasknew he could rely on only one spell so far this term and that had been Protego. Sure, it was unlikely to do much good against a DRAGON but...oh well. Darting and then flopping down beside the man ~~to play possom~~, Atlas' hands hovered over the man and he was afraid that he was dead. Was that a little bit of drool though....OH NO CHEST MOVEMENT EVERYTHING WAS FINE! Only it wasn't fine at all but at least he knew Professor Williamson was alive and that gave him...some hope. Wand out, since casting magic was surely okay with the Ministry on site, Atlas cast a Protego around them both and then curled up into a tight ball, fingers plugged into his ears, beside the man while pulling his dark robes all around himself to hide. With how much dust and dirt that had now covered the material...maybe he could blend in and look like a rock next to the professor. There was courage in a little self preservation, okay? »»——⍟——«« Grinning as the Chinese Fireball turned its attention to himself, recognizing that hungry gleam to the beat's eyes, Andrei twisted his hand holding the small ball of flame at the wrist and curled his fingers in more and more rapidly to continue to amass the heat. His thick boots dug into the dirt as he walked backwards, glancing briefly over his shoulder to ensure he did not trip over anything, and soon the elemental magic in his hand had accumulated to roughly the size of a watermelon, which should be plenty for him to manipulate for this young Fireball. Pivoting suddenly as the beast charged on, Andrei wove the flame into the shape of three small hens and with a grunt released them from his hand in a similar fashion that one would use Oppugno - only his intention was not to cause harm but to distract and have the young dragon chase the fire hens around for a bit. They did not exactly cluck but each time their beaks opened there was a loud POPPING sound like wood in the fireplace. He was just turning his attention back to the group of students when suddenly the people in hoods began attacking his colleagues. The 25-year-old had about a split second recognition that something had been hurtled his way and he just barely leaped out of the way of it. In fact, the spell just barely grazed his right shoulder as he dove but it was enough to render it dead. He therefore fell to the ground hard on his left side, his right arm hanging loosely across his hip and incapacitated. Cursing to himself in Romanian as he jumped back to his feet, he immediately began to wandlessly manipulate the air once again to create more fire to his hand. Who were these people and what in the bloody hell were they trying to accomplish here?! Torn between retaliation and protection, Andrei wanted to check on the group of kids the Fireball had been previously charging towards...but dragons were the more predictable species here today...and thus he hurtled his own attack in the form of a bludger sized ball of fire right back to the hooded figure in hopes of incapacitating them temporarily. "Move into the building!" he barked, his Romanian accent rolling off the tongue as fluidly as the flames from his hand, to the group of kids while blocking the path between them and these mysteries people. "Get inside and stay there!" He was going to have to take care of his other shoulder, and arm, soon. But after he dealt with this figure who had first attacked him and only after he ensured that both the Fireball and children were in safer positions. __________________ When you're stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ........... this is our time to own it, so own it..................................... baby we were born with fire and gold in our eyes