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Ivy Nienna · 03-08-2010, 06:16 AM

Ivory kept her face devoid of emotion. Although her eyes were as turbulent as her hair, she didn't give a start as a man stepped forth from the shadows.
Nice of her to drop in?Well of course...how could it be anything else?

Meeting his gaze head on, the small girl acknowledged his sneer with an unblinking stare and then turned to see who exactly was the other one in two.
Oh. Deep in her subconscious, a part of her recognized the girl as one of the first people she'd ever met in the wizarding world. She knew her...a second year...a Slytherin...she'd been nice...

Her train of thoughts hit some sort of barrier and she was englufed with a feeling of competitiveness and dislike. No she wasn't. That girl was the farthest thing from nice that ever lived. And she deserved to be taught a lesson. A lesson she herself would teach.

Her resolve was only more ground when she heard the echo of her words on the wind. Freak!?! Oh she'd show her 'freak'...

Watching the girl back away with a quick shield charm, Ivory smiled for the first time that night. Sadly it wasn't her usual toothy grin with the happy twinkle in her eye, no this smile was one of challenge and determination.

Making a big show out of it, Ivory turned her back to her opponent without shielding as she made her way to the other side. Just to show she wasn't the least bit afraid.

Reaching what she deemed her side of the arena, she turned back around and watched her opponent carefully.

Calculating the odds, she quickly tallied the advantages and disadvantages...
The girl was older, taller, probably stronger and knew more spells. What did she have?

Her mind speeding through scenarios, she came up with a strategy.

Making sure she was facing the Slytherin, Ivory reached into her robes and withdrew her wand.

As soon as her hand made contact with the aged inscribed wood, the familiar heat crashed through her body and came to a pinpoint at her hand, where it finally blossomed into its usual blue flame.

As always her eyes were caught and slightly mesmerized by the odd quirk of her wand due to its Gubraithian fire core, and as she stared into its depths her eyes lost their unusual sheen for just a second and she looked up confused. Unfortunately the first thing she saw, was the sneering man and just as suddenly the hard cold Ivory was back and she had a plan up her sleeve.

Watching the, what she thought was sulking, girl Ivory brought up her wand and purposefully held it wrong as she moved it in a pathetic upwards flick and pronounced Protego! as loudly as she could.

The expected result was a poor flickering thing that was worse than even her first ever shield. Concentrating on her act, she did this a few more times and tried to make sure that her face was one of intent. As if this really was the best she could do.

Being underestimated would be her greatest advantage, and she used this valuable time to mentally run through her small arsenal of spells.

03-08-2010, 06:16 AM	#79 (permalink)
Ivy Nienna Puffskein Join Date: Dec 2009 Location: Out by the sea Posts: 1,424 Hogwarts RPG Name: Auden Azarolla Ravenclaw First Year	<.< >,> v.v ^,^! Ivory kept her face devoid of emotion. Although her eyes were as turbulent as her hair, she didn't give a start as a man stepped forth from the shadows. Nice of her to drop in?Well of course...how could it be anything else? Meeting his gaze head on, the small girl acknowledged his sneer with an unblinking stare and then turned to see who exactly was the other one in two. Oh. Deep in her subconscious, a part of her recognized the girl as one of the first people she'd ever met in the wizarding world. She knew her...a second year...a Slytherin...she'd been nice... Her train of thoughts hit some sort of barrier and she was englufed with a feeling of competitiveness and dislike. No she wasn't. That girl was the farthest thing from nice that ever lived. And she deserved to be taught a lesson. A lesson she herself would teach. Her resolve was only more ground when she heard the echo of her words on the wind. Freak!?! Oh she'd show her 'freak'... Watching the girl back away with a quick shield charm, Ivory smiled for the first time that night. Sadly it wasn't her usual toothy grin with the happy twinkle in her eye, no this smile was one of challenge and determination. Making a big show out of it, Ivory turned her back to her opponent without shielding as she made her way to the other side. Just to show she wasn't the least bit afraid. Reaching what she deemed her side of the arena, she turned back around and watched her opponent carefully. Calculating the odds, she quickly tallied the advantages and disadvantages... The girl was older, taller, probably stronger and knew more spells. What did she have? Her mind speeding through scenarios, she came up with a strategy. Making sure she was facing the Slytherin, Ivory reached into her robes and withdrew her wand. As soon as her hand made contact with the aged inscribed wood, the familiar heat crashed through her body and came to a pinpoint at her hand, where it finally blossomed into its usual blue flame. As always her eyes were caught and slightly mesmerized by the odd quirk of her wand due to its Gubraithian fire core, and as she stared into its depths her eyes lost their unusual sheen for just a second and she looked up confused. Unfortunately the first thing she saw, was the sneering man and just as suddenly the hard cold Ivory was back and she had a plan up her sleeve. Watching the, what she thought was sulking, girl Ivory brought up her wand and purposefully held it wrong as she moved it in a pathetic upwards flick and pronounced Protego! as loudly as she could. The expected result was a poor flickering thing that was worse than even her first ever shield. Concentrating on her act, she did this a few more times and tried to make sure that her face was one of intent. As if this really was the best she could do. Being underestimated would be her greatest advantage, and she used this valuable time to mentally run through her small arsenal of spells.