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Sturt ☆ Sixth Year ☆ Double Agent✩ Kaitore
16 year old Halfbreed Fairy ☆ HE/HIM

Koonyah, while it'd been a residential district it hadn't been one with a good reputation and especially when the eve of night occurred, where the legitimate 'Freaks' come out. Those that had ill intent within their actions and that had just been on a casual night with the various break-in's that perhaps occurred more often than they should've. The extremely uncommon side for the lack of safety had been, unfortunately, directly connected to Senan and the couple that he walked with in what seemed to be an extremely decrepit house, it'd been clear that no one stayed within the residence for that time and that those who owned the property didn't care to truly fix it up. Graffiti littered the wall of it with various callsigns from their 'artists'. 

On the edge of the building, hidden with woven magic, had been a mark that acted as a signal. While it hadn't been one that would be counted as familiar to Australian Wizard's and Witches the design of it had quite the foreboding look. The first ones to showcase this sign had been two individuals, both cloaked from head to do in black clothing and hood, a slight gleam of a mask shined on the surface of their faces which hide their true identities. Grasped, one in each hand, had been the arm of a third individual that had been pushed inside roughly, a clear sign of some form of prisoner or someone being brought against their will at the very least. 

The third person wore several bruises that shown on their shoulders, arms, and exposed legs whenever the broken streetlamp nearby would flutter to actually cast its dimmed glare onto the street nearby the building. 

As the sign gleamed for a bit longer it eventually died down and had been hidden away from the normal sight of others, that had been the signal that Senan was waiting for to receive. Unlike the others he hadn't wore a mask, in fact, he waited just a bit more in case any members of the Auror Force showed. When it seemed that it wouldn't be the case he made his more, darting across the street as quick as he could and only pulling a hood up at the last moment when he reached the broken fence that surrounded the building. 

If someone had chosen to look through the window or through the door they'd find that there'd barely been any gleam of a light, except one focused on an individual who had obviously not been apart of the trio cloaked in black garments. The man had been scruffy and badly beaten, blood dripped from several wounds that had the signs of slashings from some form of bladed weapon and even one wound by the shoulder showed signs of being wounded by some source of concentrated fire. Hands had been bound behind his back with tight rope that had been hexed to keep his arms feeling numb and weak, avoiding any potential chance that he'd hold the strength to untie himself or break out from flimsy designed nylon. 

This had been an everyday thing in Senan's eyes, he'd been expected to see and witness, to take part in such cruelties which he had often tried to limit himself to as much as possible. Typically, one of the Fae resistance members would manage to get to their hideouts 'on-time' to save the victims but he found that the chances of it in a land where they hadn't been concentrated grew extremely slim. He needed to find a way out of this on his own occurred and he'd been without any form of options or insight on how he could manage it and actually get away clear and easy. Though he held his wand tightly within his grip the various scenarios that played within his mind all ended up in some unintended way and would nullify all of the hard work he'd done to place himself in the positions that he now held, even if it had been held in disdain. 

'Just because he's a Half-Blood. . . I had nearly forgotten the kind of crusades these Pureblood's take upon themselves. Now I must act as if I am them when I know all too well the truth of that. . . And mother. . .' The woman could intervene, she could've done something far better than himself and yet she chose to stand far away and watch as if it'd been a movie that didn't include her hand in its design. 

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Spencer ☆ Seventh Year ☆ StudentTecri
17 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ she/her

It had been a good day if it hadn’t been for a bet. Max had to deliver something stolen from Koonyah after losing a bet with another student and since she couldn’t use magic outside of school, she had to do it the good old Muggle way, regardless she decided to take her wand, maybe a little bit of magic wouldn’t hurt anyone. She got ready quietly as she thought her roommate was sleeping, took out her skateboard and left the room, Max avoided the security and once out of school she made her way to Koonyah.

Max wasn’t even sure what kind of stuff she could steal from that area that had some evidence that it had been from there. She sat on the sidewalk and watched over the road, her dark clothes made her nearly invisible in the dark, if it weren’t for the streetlights, she was sure she would be able to walk unnoticed through the streets. As she got up to find something to steal, she saw something or someone up ahead.

She walked down the street in the direction of the shadow she had seen. “Who the fuck is out in the street at this hour? Besides myself…” she thought to herself as she opened a lollipop. As she continued to walk, to see who was walking around at night, she noticed a magnificent street sign with a sticker saying Koonyah, that would be the perfect evidence that she had stolen something from that location. “Holy cheese and crackers...” She thought again to herself, not wanting to speak as she didn’t want to wake up anyone. She pulled a trash can to reach the top of the sign in order to loosen it up, she just had no way to carry that thing, she’d have to drag it all the way back to campus.

Before could find something to help her reach the sign she noticed something moving, something she watched as it seemed to move quickly and if she was not mistaken, she recognized the face, but it couldn’t be, only an idiot like herself would be out at that hour, regardless she decided to watch to make sure that she wasn’t hallucinating.

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Sturt ☆ Sixth Year ☆ Double Agent✩ Kaitore
16 year old Halfbreed Fairy ☆ HE/HIM

Did the man before him and his 'colleagues' hold information that had been necessary? Potentially, that he wouldn't know until he could squeeze out as much as he could. However, the state of the abuse that lingered on the man's form may have pushed him enough over the edge to seal up what bit they couldn't wrung out willingly. He stood there and watched as the two individuals took their turns, getting a charge of jollies by striking the man with various spells to induce a pain, the somewhat muffled yells as a response barely made it passed the door. Which had only been due to Senan as he raised a hand into a balled fist and struck the man effortlessly with it. 

"Enough. Let's not forget the reason we're here. It isn't so that you can enjoy your fun of torturing the low-bred." They'd been here at his father's behest, to track down the black mark on the family. That had been it, if the man held the knowledge they needed they then could be on their way. He kneeled down in front of the man, a trained motion of his wand traced through the air as the binds that held his wrist in place snapped from a sudden heat, almost as if intensive sunlight magnified burned the strands of rope away. Then he reached into his black robes and pulled out a navy blue cloth and tossed it towards him. "Clean yourself up. I'm going to ask you some questions, answer without hesitation? You may just end up leaving here alive. If not? I simply turn my back and Jekyll and Hyde here will have their juvenile fun.

Juvenile, that had been a true mockery of a description for what the elder Dark Wizard's had planned to do, regardless of his say so. Even with the threat the man seemed unhinged, rightfully so, considering the circumstances he'd found himself. Senan stood up with his wand clutched in his hand and slowly started to waltz around the man. "There is someone that's around that shouldn't be, a new face if you will." He grasped a small photo from within the lining of his robe and tossed it out towards the floor into the poorly lit light, it'd been enough to make out the stern features of the man that had been on it. "Have you seen him before?

All he needed was an area, a place, something where he could do proper tracking. 

The battered man took the photo within both hands and peered over it, his desperation showed he wanted to say but the truth had been he didn't know a speck of knowledge. He hadn't even encountered the man they'd been looking for. "I-I Don't know, mate! Ain't ever seen him in my life!" The voice had been enough to give weight to the growing fear that had lurched in the pit of the man's stomach, his gaze lowered several times to the image in hope that some form of revelation could be gleamed. 

This had been when Senan turned around, teeth gripped against his cheek. It hadn't been the answer he wanted but it'd shown that the men he'd been with weren't looking for someone who had information, they just wanted to wield their darker urges. How long would he need to keep up such a barbaric and uncouth manner of existence along side these heathens? Just then, one of the other cloaked men raised up their wand and pressed it to the man's shoulder as a current of electricity splintered from the tip and wracked through the half-blood's form, instantly dropping him to the ground in a writhing curl. The sound of his voice hadn't even been able to rumble out as a sign of pain from the currents as they rippled through. 

Senan took in a deep breath and clutched his wand, he couldn't react, he still needed to bide his time and find a proper solution to it all. But all he could do is delay the inevitable pain that could follow the man by halting those he'd been with as often as seemed reasonable. "That's enough! If he's dead then we can't know the true extent of his knowledge." He turned around to face the man and kneeled down, the tips of his fingers grasped the photo as he lifted it up. "Are you positive you haven't seen him?" The sound of his voice had been cold, distant, but the eyes that he hid from the others while staring at the prone man had been a means to reach him to give an answer, any answer, even if it'd been false. At this point, he didn't care about accuracy, he'd find whom he needed to find but not at the cost of random bodies in their wake. 

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Spencer ☆ Seventh Year ☆ StudentTecri
17 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ she/her

Max looked at the sign one more time before looking at the house she had seen the figure go and growled, she really needed that sign, but she also wanted to know if she wasn’t hallucinating, the sign would have to wait, her mental state was more important than some stupid bet. She crossed the street with the skateboard on her hand and hopped the fence of the neighboring house before doing the same to the targeted house and tried to sneak through the window, she made sure her sweater covered her heard, she was pretty sure that if they saw her she could outrun them, as long as they couldn’t and wouldn’t use magic. “This place is getting weirder by the day…” she thought to herself as she continued to watch.

Seemed like a violent scene, she could only wonder what that poor man had done to have some asshole beating him, she wasn’t going to intervene, it would just put her in trouble and that was the last thing she wanted, considering she was already breaking curfew. She was about to go on her own quest when someone spoke, the voice was familiar and now she didn’t want to leave. “What is he doing here?” she thought as the figure continued to speak. Max wanted to leave but at the same time, she wanted to know the outcome of that little gathering.

Max kept watching through the window, not being able to understand much about what was being said inside, only a few bits of information. “Who is he looking for?” she whispered as she tried to get a better look at whatever was going on inside. “I have a feeling I’m going to regret this…” she thought once more as she was starting to regret her decision to pry on other people’s affairs, it was none of her business. Max decided it was time to finish what she was there to do, get a damn sign and drag it back to campus before dawn, she didn’t want to be caught breaking curfew again, but as the conversation continued inside her desire to leave grew shorter as she wanted to see the outcome of the interaction.

She held on a bit tighter to the edge of the window to see better but it didn’t go according to plan as one of the persons turned around, she just stared at him before ducking into hiding again. “Shit shit shit…” she whispered looking around for a better hiding spot, another plan that failed. As she got up to leave, she hit her head on the plank of the window creating a sound, Max tried, as quick as she could jump the fence and try to hide in the other property, leaving the skateboard behind, she would have to go get it later.

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Sturt ☆ Sixth Year ☆ Double Agent✩ Kaitore
16 year old Halfbreed Fairy ☆ HE/HIM

This had escalated far quicker than he had wanted it to, but not farther than he'd anticipated. Though he'd been in charge of continuing the mission the two with him had been far older to sell their cover, petty and small minded, no amount of direction from someone younger would be held with too much light. Hell, the only reason they even deigned to halt for the moment had been more to do with his actual last name and nothing to do with any form of respect. Senan casted his gaze between the duo and then lowered it to the downed man who seemed to still be considering whether or not to give any information or incorrect information - surely - if it's in correct they'd end up coming back to have a 'reason' to finish job, no?

It'd been wearing thin on Senan's patience and that had never been a good sign in the young lad's personal opinion. "Sir, Your time is running out and I'm not a pat-" He'd been ready to deliver quite the cliché of a threat until the sound of banging against the window caught their attention. They hadn't been found out already had they!? Or perhaps it'd been a curious interloper that had saw several cascades of shadows stow themselves away into an abandoned home suspiciously. His gaze looked towards the fellow Wizard that had been the most violent of the three of them, he needed to keep a proper eye on him most of all to avoid the chance that he'd kill their hostage 'accidentally'. 

"You, go through the back to see who or what it was, I'll go through the front." It was a quick a decisive decision, the moment it left from his lips he'd already turned away to push through the front of the entryway. The third individual knew what their mission had been, to watch the battered man to make sure he didn't escape or at the very least, begin the process of blocking and altering his memory of any potential faces that would've popped up. 

Once he'd been outside he saw a lithe figure grasp at the edges of the fence and his wand raised up, slightly altered away from the leaping hooded girl. Then traced through the air as miniature ball of light propelled until it reached the point that it could be in her sight and exploded as a soft flashbang, an attempt for a minor disorientation. One of his favorite tricks to use from his Fae heritage if he had to be quite honest. 

Without any further delay he followed after them, a swift jump upwards as he grasped the edge of the fence and leaped over the wooden expansion and landed on his feet. Regardless if the spell managed to disorient Max his words would ring out easily enough in a commanding tone. "Step out and reveal yourself and I won't hurt you." Hurt? No, but maybe attempt to alter their memory in some way depending on how much had been actually seen. 

What he hadn't been preparing for was the blood-thirst of the one whom had been trying to assist, eerily, their presence had been absent longer than should've been necessary and Senan hadn't taken into account of that as of yet, mostly focusing on trying to keep as much anonymity by interrogating the on-looker without the necessity for violence. 

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Spencer ☆ Seventh Year ☆ StudentTecri
17 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ she/her

Max wasn’t expecting them to be so fast, she would assume some time to hop a couple of fences, or at least finding a proper place to hide in the bushes, no one would even think about looking for someone on a place that scratches, but before she could even do that some light ball exploded in her face, her first reaction was to crouch to try to avoid the light that could potentially blind her, but doing something like that shouldn’t be too hard, her eyes were used to the darkness, any form of bright light would have blinded her almost instantaneously.

She fell knelt on the ground not to lose her balance and rubbed her eyes trying to regain her vision, but it was taking longer than she thought. After a few seconds she got up and that’s when she could clearly identify the owner of the voice. “I’m in so much trouble, aren’t I?” she asked before turning around to face Senan. Her hoodie was still on, but by the sound of her voice he should have figured out who she was. “I assume in a lot of trouble…” she commented removing the hoodie that covered her head and obscured her face. Max stared at Senan for a while, still a bit blind from the light, it was hard making sense of his face. Was he angry? Or simply annoyed?

She was almost certain that he wasn’t going to hurt her, even after what she had seen if he was planning on hurting her, she wouldn’t have warned her, he would just have attacked her without even carrying about who she was. “Hey.” she said sheepishly as she waved her hand lightly at him. “Sorry…” she apologized. She wasn’t sure how to begin the conversation, it wasn’t like she was following him, she was there for another reason entirely, she just happened to come across him and decided to snoop where she shouldn’t have.

“I promise I wasn’t following you, I just want a street sign for a bet that I lost…” she confessed. It seemed like a pretty lame excuse, even if it was the real reason why she was out there in the first place.

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Sturt ☆ Sixth Year ☆ Double Agent✩ Kaitore
16 year old Halfbreed Fairy ☆ HE/HIM

It seemed his quick-witted trap had been mildly effective, at least enough for him to actively catch up and look for the individual. At first he couldn't see the body fully, not until his own eyes started to slowly adjust, the silver hues added a sense of illumination for his eyes to peer into the darkness. Finally. . . It had took a while for him to kick it in, most likely limited by his Mother the ever sneaky Ancient. While his wand stayed armed, attention focused towards the individual, at least until the voice emerged into the atmosphere which had disarmed him far more than any spell that could fall from a Wizard's lips. Senan's arms lower slowly with a dumbfounded expression on his face. "Max. . .?" He questioned as a whisper before a followed question formed in more of a hiss. "You have no idea how much trouble you're in and not by me!

This had been the kind of thing he had wanted to avoid getting anyone involved in, especially her of all people. His mind had been prepared to wrestle with the unfortunate darkness that someone he didn't know may have to die - not only to keep his cover but to satisfy the demands of either of his parents. But to be placed in a position with someone he actively knew, even under the false guise of his last name, it hadn't been part of the plans. Not even close to the intention in his mind if he could've avoided it entirely. The expression on his face had been that of annoyance though it could equally be stated that it'd been his face when it came to awareness of just slightly personal things became for him. It'd been the cost of ending up talking with someone long and often enough that they'd become. . . A friend. The term ran across his mind and caused a visual wince from his face. 

"Wrong place, wrong time. It happens, but that's the least of the actual worry." The wand lowered, tip pointed to the ground to showcase he hadn't any form of intent to harm her in case she hadn't fully been aware. Wonton violence wasn't his forte, it wasn't how he wanted to operate or get things done and that had been one of the ways he set himself apart from those he 'worked' with under his Father's command. At least the team with his Mother hadn't been so bloodthirsty, most just were revolutionaries. His hand reached out to grasp at her shoulder, firmly but in a sense to try and be a form of shield. "We need to get you out of here-

Senan had been cutoff, the brief gleam of light seems to pulse in the distance from the further side of the yard, a series of Arrows flitter through the air towards the pair. The multitude of the projectile had been to wide for deadly accuracy, but enough of a longshot to cause some form of injury. Without even much moment to act two arrows dig into Senan's arm, one at the shoulder and another at the bicep as he clutched his teeth and growled in pain. They were trying to take both of them out?! "Damn it, duck out of the way!" At this call he tried to push Max out of the stream, his own body going forward to act as a full shield - he wasn't even sure if she'd been injured in anyway from the barrage that'd been unleashed on them. 

After several seconds had passed the sound of air being pierced ceased, a brief blood-curdled cry emitted from the home and a series of footsteps hastily shuffled before abruptly ending - most likely a spell of teleportation to be the culprit of the lack of footfall after. 

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Spencer ☆ Seventh Year ☆ StudentTecri
17 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ she/her

She stared at Senan for a while until he spoke her name. She took a step forward timidly and watched him. She knew he wasn’t going to hurt her. “If you wanted to hurt me you could have done it while I had my back to you, so I know you're not going to.” She spoke in a low tone of voice, she should have thought about not wanting to get caught before she decided to stick her nose where she didn’t belong. By the look on his face and sound of his voice, it seemed that they’d be both in trouble if he’s caught talking to her.

Max had been in a lot of trouble before, but none that seemed as dangerous as this one, she wouldn’t do anything to rewind time, the only thing she had to do was leave. “I really am sorry.” She meant every word she said as she still didn’t understand the whole situation, she had no idea of what was happening, or why he was in the first place but making questions would just make things a lot worse.

She was confused when he decided to approach her, wasn’t she the one meant to get out of there? But she didn’t have much time for questions, before she could even say anything arrows flying in their direction, Senan got hit before she could avoid any arrow, unable to avoid any, she got hit in her upper body around the stomach area, a few inches further and it would have missed her completely. The force of the projectile as it hit Max, along with Senan pushing her out of the way caused her to land on the ground creating a loud noise.

“Fuck…” she commented as tried to get up to extend her wand to create a barrier between them and the arrows, but it proved to be useless as the arrows stopped. Max laid on the ground, the rush of adrenaline was so great that she managed to pull the arrow out without complaining too much about the pain, the fall hurt a lot more than the arrow, especially her head and elbows. She got up from the ground and looked around finding Senan who had taken more arrows than she did, if it hadn’t been for him she would have more injuries or worse, she would be dead. Walking made everything worse. “Senan…” she called, trying to make as little sound as she could, it was still night and she didn’t want to call unwanted attention towards them. “In what kind of trouble are you in? Why did I have to make it worse...” she thought to herself as she tried to take out the arrows out of his arm so she could use a healing spell.

“Okay, think Max think…stop being stupid…” she said to herself trying to remain as calm as she could to not start crying, first, she had to help him, then she could do whatever she wanted to do. “From the beginning, healing spells…”  She tried a healing spell, unsure if it would work because if it didn't they would need to go to the Hospital or the Hospital Wing on campus, the nurse probably won't make too many questions but it will be suspicious, why were two students out at night and were injured. 

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Sturt ☆ Sixth Year ☆ Double Agent✩ Kaitore
16 year old Halfbreed Fairy ☆ HE/HIM

As much as he wanted to refute that fact simply for the sake of being stubborn he couldn't, she held that point on him and his previous reactions to the noise she made only further proved that statement of a fact. "It's not me I'm worried about, you've no idea. . . Just who those men are - who I am." The last bit of his words held a hesitation, mostly because he wouldn't know how to answer that question if she were to ask, He was them, but wasn't them, who he was eluded even his own capability to truly define.  He allowed for a frustrated sigh to huff passed his lips, only momentarily. He'd been expected to shoot to hurt first, question later and that hadn't been on how things unraveled nor the way he wanted them to in the first place. 

Senan wanted her out of the area as fast as possible and it'd been less about his own safety and more about hers, he understood and accepted his personal lot and life. There were going to be situations and attempts at his life that he'd need to either weather through and succeed or fall and fail entirely. That hadn't been any form of agreement Max had made, in fact, it'd been the furthest from it in his view and a reason why he cursed himself for not pushing her away relationally, he'd gotten too comfortable. Of course, maybe it'd been necessary, if it could safeguard her life due to his own personal awareness of her. 

He would've told her to stow the apology but time hadn't been on their side and malicious intent focused against them. As he collided into the ground he could feel the force from it throttle through out his body, aggravating the punctured wounds and the thankfully, wooden arrows that had been embedded into the upper region of his arm. Teeth crushed against his lower lip as opened up his mouth to speak. "Sciatháin fhuilteacha Titani" His Irish dialect emerged as he stated a form of curse, (At least by Fae standards) in his home tongue. The palm of his hand pressed against the ground as he started to push himself up, gaze directed towards Max as she seemed to pull out the arrow that had embedded itself in her stomach and then went to. . . Tend to him? The obvious dumbstruck look etched across his face. Why didn't she run? He'd expected her to leave him, self perseverance and wouldn't have blamed her for it. 

Before he could even untangle his mind from the dizziness of the fall to speak up he felt the pressure of the arrow being pulled from his flesh, a brief grunt pushed out as he balled his hand into a fist and pressed it firmly into the ground and his teeth started to grip tightly as he waited for the second one to be pried out. "Ugh. . . You should've ran instead of checking on me. . ." They may have left but he couldn't be sure if they wouldn't come back at a random moment in consolidation to finish the job. Either way, he couldn't return back to his 'Home'. He needed to find a new alternative. As she started to heal him the wounds began to close, bit by bit. Luckily, he held no aversion to wizarding magic. 

Though it hadn't escaped him that there had been darker shade on her already dark outfit due to her own wound. "You were wounded too, you nutcase. You make my mind boggle sometimes." He hadn't meant that in a negative way. He slid his wand into a small holster on the side of his hip and then reached it towards her abdomen where the arrow had struck, a moment later a bright light started to shine and a warmth that hadn't been unlike the sun caressing its rays against exposed skin started to radiate, attempting to use Fae magic to knit her own wound back together. "I apologize, you weren't supposed to get involved.

Would his hand now be forced to act first? To some how hunt the one who had turned their wand towards them? "I want to hope they didn't see your face but. . ."

 

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Spencer ☆ Seventh Year ☆ StudentTecri
17 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ she/her

She would like to know who those men were and a bit more about him, but that wasn’t the time to start talking about such a thing, it seemed that she knew nothing about him, or she knew very little, it caused her some discomfort but perhaps he had a good reason for it, a reason she would want to know someday, if not later. What was happening was all too different, she wasn’t used to it, she had never experienced such a thing, especially the tone of his voice.

There was no escaping the arrows that had been shot at them from an unknown location, at least for Max. She had always been somewhat lucky, she could have died but didn’t, she considered it a victory. She looked at him confused as the spell began to work in his wounds, did he think that she was just going to leave him there? She smiled at Senan. “I wasn’t going to just leave you here, why would you even think that?” She argued with him until most of the wounds were closed. “There…” she spoke as she sat on the ground next to Senan.

It had been an intense moment that she had completely forgotten about her injury until he mentioned it. She just stared at him in confusion. “Well, I’m sorry but I wanted to be sure you were okay. I was worried.” She said a bit annoyed, she was starting to feel uncomfortable, the wound was getting itchy and it was starting to hurt more than she had anticipated, she touched the location of the wound and winced before watching Senan’s actions. Her wound began to close, she looked at it as she hadn’t seen anything similar before. “I’m sorry I spoke like that…” she apologized for how she had spoken earlier, she didn’t mean to be rude but for a moment his comment had sounded completely different and she had interpreted it as something with a negative connotation. As the wound closed the discomfort was gone and she seemed more relaxed.

She looked down at the ground as he spoke, raising her head only at the end. “You don’t have to, it was my fault and you also got hurt because of me.” She stood on her knees and turned to Senan, staying directly in front of him with a smile. She didn’t want him to feel bad for something she had brought upon herself. “If they saw my face there’s nothing we can do is there? It doesn’t really matter but, thank you.” She moved forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him. She could never repay him for saving her life. “Thank you, it could have been a lot worse if it hadn’t been for you.” She soon let go of him and just stared for a while, still bearing a smile, one that showed gratitude towards his previous actions.

Everything seemed irrelevant at that moment, there were only a few things on her mind, mostly about what had happened there. “Shall we go back and maybe you can tell me in what sort of trouble I’m in right now and you, since I clearly made it worse.” she was still incapable of understanding the full situation, only that it could be deadly. “And…how can I help undo the mess I created today…” she wasn’t really sure in what sort of thing she was getting herself into, what she did know was that Senan could have been killed because of her.

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Sturt ☆ Sixth Year ☆ Double Agent✩ Kaitore
16 year old Halfbreed Fairy ☆ HE/HIM

The many answers he wanted to give her? Because it was smart? It was the way to go if she wanted to make sure her own life had been spared? But the more he gave the mental answers, the more he realized that it'd have painted an extremely selfish picture upon her. Her smile diffused the thought that it'd have been a possibility that it crossed her mind, from all the looks of it she initially ended up focusing on the fact he took wounds. That. . . Felt weird, it left him more confused than anything else on why she'd even try to consider him in the heat of the moment. "I would expect anyone to leave me here, at least, to someone that prioritized their own life before another." Though who had he been to talk in that way? He did end up pushing her out of the way after all, or at the very least, attempted to during the flurry of arrows. This caused him to bite at his lower lip in thought. 

Senan shook his head briefly. "You don't need to apologize, I'd be more surprised if you weren't irritable at all." It isn't everyday that many people found themselves at the end of a malicious attack even if it had been an inaccurate one. From his guess, it would seem the attacked had underestimated both of them in many a ways. That would be their downfall; He'd make sure of it with every ounce of planning that would be necessary. "Someone being legitimately worried about me is an oddity for me either way. It's a conundrum to my mind to think you'd focus on someone else's wounds when tending to yourself would've been better." Or would it have? He wasn't sure at this point. At any rate, the both of them had been tended to at least to the best of their abilities. It seemed that neither damage had been overwhelmingly awful. "At least they didn't use anything with iron, that'd be far more difficult for me. . .

Before he could speak he felt the presence of arms wrapped around his neck, eyes widened briefly as he froze. What was this? Affection? He coughed for a moment and only enough to drum his mind back to the moment and wrapped his arms around her, returning the hug. Yet his grip had been tighter than he expected, had part of him actually been worried about her and not out of the necessity to avoid getting civilian's involved in a group in-fighting? When they parted his head shook, a hand embraced at the side of his temple. That wasn't here or now to think about and there were enough confusing hurdles for the night. "It would've been a lot worse if it had been one of the other two. And they were probably going to attempt to kill me anyways, tonight just upped their timetable.

The way he spoke about the attempt on his own life had been natural, expected. As for what can be done he had the idea of ending them before they could get around to do the same, but Max, she wasn't taught to end lives. At least he didn't think she was. 

"Going back maybe safer for you, at least. They're not going to go near the school - too many Auror's still and they're not sure of the skill level of the Professor's without major reinforcements." The will of Dark Wizard's had dropped as a collective where his home had been, only testing the boundaries they were certain they could get out of alive. As he traced his finger in the air he conjured what seemed to be a picture in hand as he gripped it tightly and shoved it into his pocket. "For me, it's no worse trouble than I had naturally been in. It just means now I've become a variable they can no longer control. I prefer it this way." A double edged blade, they'll probably report back to his father of either his death or turncoat, the latter more likely considering his brother's choice of actions. He could only hope his Mother had enough maternal instinct to act on. 

"Help? Max, I don't. . . Think you understand what that would mean. Since you're already hooked in I'll need to some how explain it." Would the school even be safe with all of those Government dogs around, though? He groaned lightly in frustration, that didn't matter, at the very least they needed to get back before someone came around to check if they were even off school grounds. "We better go, it will be more trouble if we're caught off the school premises than if we were caught on it after curfew." They wouldn't be able to apparate even illegally as the school had been protected from such magic. "There's a Bush Telegraph nearby, we can use that and snap to the closest area to the school and run our way back. Then I guess. . . Find a place where you can ask whatever questions."

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Spencer ☆ Seventh Year ☆ StudentTecri
17 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ she/her

She stared at him in disbelief, his concept of friendship was not what she had expected, either that or her idea of the concept was the one that was wrong. She had to admit that she was scared, well scared was an understatement, the event had been terrifying and only now she was experiencing the effects, now that the rush of the moment was wearing off. She didn't believe being scared had been a good enough reason, nothing seemed a good enough reason to leave a friend behind, besides, he was the one to lecture, if it hadn't been for him the results would have been a lot worse. She opted to remain quiet, there was no need to start an argument there, he was right, and they should leave, she would have time to argue later.

Her irritability was slowly passing, ignoring the pain was no longer something she’d have to worry unless it was the back of her head and elbows from falling on the ground, but they were life-threatening. What kind of life had he been living? Under a rock alone for all this time? She shook her head trying to imagine Senan alone, sure he wasn’t the most approachable person, perhaps people just didn’t take their time. “Well, I suppose now you do.” She slipped in a comment halfway through the conversation.  

He didn’t pull away from the embrace, which was somewhat reassuring for her, the fact that he too returned the hug, even if it had been a tight grip gave her a degree of comfort. When they let go, she stared at him for a while as he spoke, she was still confused, her mind was foggy from what had happened and there was a slight tremor in her arm, perhaps the adrenaline wearing off was taking a bigger toll than she had anticipated. Max wasn’t amused at the prospect of killing someone or having someone she knew getting killed, but in her opinion, it would be better if the others were the ones that would meet their end instead of Senan.

Going back did seem the most obvious choice, something she wouldn’t mind, at least not now, but she still didn’t like the situation, but it wasn’t hers to like. She was about to stand up when he spoke. “I may not understand, but if I hide is like being trapped in a cage, I refuse to let fear control my life…” She was grateful that he was worried about her, it was sweet, the thought of it made her smile. She wasn’t going to stop doing what she did because there was someone out there trying to kill her. She finally got up and held out her hand for him to take. “Then we better get moving, I know a place, actually I know two…” she looked at him trying to remain calm, which wasn’t easy at that point, perhaps a bit more of adrenaline wouldn’t hurt, she just had to hold it until they reached school.

 “We can try the empty classroom or the Musiciary, I can probably get us in. I’d suggest you sneaking into my room, but I have a roommate now…so lead the way.”

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16 year old Halfbreed Fairy ☆ HE/HIM

The truth had been, the thought of the reason being friends had never crossed along his mind. In fact, he'd been considering what her reaction should've been from the stand point of self-preservation, the focus of only caring and nurturing ones own predicament in a situation. What had confused him most had been the look she shot him that the question he even asked had been audacious, absurd, that it shouldn't have even crossed his mind in the first place. And maybe? It was the right response, the more humane one, by far if he had to be honest with how things had played out. It'd been a terrifying situation for him and not because he thought his life had been endangered but because it'd placed Max's as an extension. Was that the meaning of what it meant to have a 'Friend'? One without expectation of some form of return from it? 

It was a personal philosophical debate that he'd have to work out in a lone time of reflection. 

"You were worried about me. . ." The tone of his voice had been a clear afterthought to her response, less of a question and much closer to a sense of epiphany. Awareness set in that she actually cared, meaningfully, about his wellbeing. It'd be returned, obviously with the reaction of the attack and later the hug itself that had been initiated by the Spencer. Even so, it'd been something that lingered on his mind as if it had been trying to establish a sense of self within him. Perhaps he should apologize? As he allowed for his thoughts to race through it came to mind that his reaction and proceeding words afterwards may have come off as far more offensive to the kind of risk she'd placed with such a connection. Though he shook his head, he wasn't the sort to apologize over every little thing, only things that were truly important in his personal scope as it was a phrase that needed to be genuine. 

Senan took in a deep breath and exhausted it in a surrendered sigh. "You've a point. . . Many in the school bump against the gate that things shouldn't be dangerous for people with magic. They neglect to realize that magic is a dangerous tool and by extension many of the lives lived in its wake become inherently dangerous. There is no cage, no fear, that can protect a person from that." It hadn't been like the world of Muggles where a person could take a job that held little risk, anything that required an individual to use magic to solve problems, to change the probability of the issue to a solution held that risk. "It's admirable of you to not let that fear dictate your life, it's important." Honest respect shined in his eyes as he looked upon Max, new found at that, she seemed like a different person than whom he'd been interacting with since even before the start of the school year. 

The silvery-grey hues of his eyes lowered to look at her hand, she'd been offering it to him? There had been a mental hesitation but the reaction of his own hand that extended out to grasp hers seemed to brush it aside without a second thought of it. The fingers curled around hers tightly more so to offer a sense of security for her, if it had at all been possible given the circumstances. "Right. . . The classroom, F3." At the very least if they were caught there, some questions would abound but nothing too intrusive. "Many students use that one for sex meetups." He stated bluntly without giving it a second thought. "But I think we'll be able to scare them out if there are any in there, it's a good place, hidden.

He started to take the lead, his hand pressed against the gate of the yard and pushed it open before making a hastened movement while trying to tug Max along though avoided doing so roughly. His mind had been honed on leading them towards the bush telegraph pole that he ended up coming in on to get to the area in the first place. 

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Spencer ☆ Seventh Year ☆ StudentTecri
17 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ she/her

She found odd how he found the idea of someone being worried about him strange, it seemed almost innocent and yet sad. The idea of it made her smile in his direction as the thought entered her mind, but it soon faded once she realized how sad it probably was. She would have hugged him once more if they weren’t in a hurry to get to the school grounds, hopefully, they won’t get caught, if they did, they probably had to find another place to talk on the following day, she wasn’t going to let him go without answers even if she didn’t like the idea of him getting hurt as he previously stated.

Max was feeling better, even if the adrenaline was wearing off, she was less terrified than she was before, which was probably good. She couldn’t escape it even if she wanted to, which she didn’t, she had made up her mind by now, she wasn’t going to be intimidated by some lunatics. When he spoke, she smiled at him and nudge his arm with her elbow. “You’re embarrassing me.” she looked away from a brief moment. She didn’t think it was anything great, it was just how she saw things, what was the point in living if one wasn’t actually living. “Thank you tho.” She turned to him still smiling.

The grip of his hand was comforting and was reciprocated as she squeezed his lightly once she felt it as she continued to smile at him. It had been sweet of him to take her hand, there was a sense of security. “I don’t even want to know how you know that already.” She commented when she heard him talk about the classroom she had mentioned, it took her almost one year to realize what students did there, one of the few reasons she avoided that place, even if it was a great place to practice dancing. That classroom seemed the only place where they could have some privacy and talk without being interrupted, they just had to scare off people. “That’s why I suggested it, the other place is easier to be discovered.”

As they moved quickly, Max was able to follow him without a problem, he was surprisingly fast. They used the bush telegraph and were transported near the school. Max wasn’t used to such means of transportation and almost had lost her balance when they arrived at the school.

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