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

'This is it. ..' Senan thought to himself. Most of the break had been contributed towards designing different kinds of items, potions, and as many failsafe uses for other environmental things in the area but they couldn't be too sure any of it would work. It would certain catch their intended enemies off guard, If only for a moment. It'd been rare for Wizard's to fight in the fashion that both he and Maxine planned to. However, he had faith that it'd been far more of an edge even with the limited amount that they were able to produce. There could be no careless mistakes, this needed to be far more calculating than either of them had been before in their lives and they needed to take any chance and opening that had been opened to them. 

It was life or death, it was war. His fingers curled around the eight and a half inch Yew wand that had bonded with him through various trials of his life since his first time holding it. The two of them couldn't expect any form of assistance from anyone, that hadn't been the plan, at least not for him. As he learned more about Max, began to legitimately fall for her, there came to be the realization that he would broke no threat to survive that could harm her. Every necessity would be taken on his part to ensure that those that pose a threat to her existence would find their own only a hair away from being tossed off the edge and into the abyss of death. A scary thought, that he could hold such a protective nature for anyone but there in he found that purpose. 

The Warehouse had been quite large, enough for them to maneuver around many of the decrypt machines, various boxes and materials that had been left behind with a few of them already obviously scavenged by those that found the place far before they did. The ceiling hung high with various chains that drooped low, indicating much larger machine that once were bound by them, the ceiling had been fractured with obvious wear and tear where it looked as if the slightest bit of force could cause it to tumble down. Something that could be used to their advantage or against them, awareness of their battlefield had been a prudent thing and may have spelled the difference between victory and defeat. 

Entering the building his eyes cased the area in caution, making sure there hadn't been any surprises that awaited them. That their place of an ambush hadn't been peaked out, it didn't take much for him to spread the news in the underworld that Max had not only been the girlfriend that changed him from the grasp of his Father, but also that a lie had already been placed out that she'd meet Senan alone at the warehouse for some 'Secrecy' that the school couldn't give. Which meant that they didn't have much more time, they were probably going to end up arriving at any moment and they needed to get into place. 

Using her as bait, that still didn't sit well with him but they'd gotten this far and there'd been no better plan. He handed her the glasses that had been charmed to resist extremely blinding glares and wrapped around her torso, a potion-bandolier. This held a various types of potions that they'd made together and some that he actually spent the previous night until the morning crafting to making sure she held a utility of things that could be used given the situation of underaged magic. A hand reached out as he touched her cheek gently, the edge of his finger stroking in an affectionate motion. "Don't get nervous, okay? I won't be far.

Though usually he'd take the time to try and stare into her eyes that wouldn't be happening, not now. The usual demeanor that he wore around her had melted away, there'd been no softness on his features but rather the mask of someone whom had a mission. His hand gently fell away from her and his silver eyes shifted towards the entryway of the building and then he started to move away from her, at first backing away and then fully turning where he started to try the highest altitude that he could get to perch upon and watch from above, wand grasped tightly and ready for the proper cue. 

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

It had finally been the day to go forward with the plan that they both had elaborated over the break. Max couldn’t lie about not being nervous, she was not only nervous for herself she was also nervous for Senan. She had been in a lot of trouble before but nothing like this. It was new territory for her, battling and not in the same kind she often plays with her friends on the school grounds, this time there would be no rules, no etiquette to follow, it was either them or the Dark Wizards. This was a life and death situation, and while she had seen her life flash before her eyes many times before this was an entirely different situation. In a weird way, Max wasn’t only nervous, as she didn’t want to die, she was attached to her life, but she couldn’t stop feeling slightly excited about all that.

Max made sure to sneak out of her room without Laurie ever knowing where she was going, she also decided to take her wand, just in case something was to happen she didn’t want to rely on her skills of wandless magic, unless she wanted it to fail or to blow up something unintentionally, like her head or Senan’s head, she would like for his head to remain attached to his body.

The warehouse was abandoned and decrepit, she just wished they didn’t get attacked by it before their ‘hunters’ arrive. The chains up in the ceiling gave her an idea for later if required, she just needed to reach them, easy enough with all the things the warehouse had. She looked at Senan with a smile before looking around once more. She regretted putting him in that situation, but, if they hadn’t then would they have gotten closer? Would she had been able to see past the grumpy old man Senan wanted everyone else to believe he was?

They were running out of time, she knew it the moment he wrapped a potion-bandolier around her torso, when he was done she put on her jacket to hide the potions. Max took a deep breath before feeling his hand on her cheek, her hand rose to meet his and she smiled at him. “I know.” Her smile got wider, but she was nervous, not particularly for her, but for him. They shouldn’t waste any more time; the other Wizards should be there at any moment and that way they would lose the element of surprise.

“I’ll be alright.” She tried to reassure him, but she didn’t even know if she was going to be alright or not, but she was going to maintain her positive thoughts about it. She watched him as he moved to a better location, but she didn’t follow him constantly so she wouldn’t give away his position. Max walked around the warehouse, she needed to act distracted, like she was waiting for a friend, or someone more than a friend.

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

What more could he say or do to give them both the strength of mind to follow through with the full aspect of the plan in their mind? At least he'd been able to say what he could to Max, saw the conviction in her smile as much as the nervousness. The two of them would have to make due and make it through, there'd been much they needed to discuss one day and things that, he knew from his own mind he still wanted to do and experience with the feisty red-head, Max. He had to keep himself from forming a smile, there'd been no place to show that kind of affection. Knowing himself he'd get exceedingly reckless if he allowed for his emotions to cloud too much of his judgment. 

Sitting by, watching her pace around as if she'd been waiting for someone, waiting for him. It made him antsy, part of him just wanted to rush over there, to grab her and run. . . Run to another place, another continent. They could do it, right? Just the two of them. As the thought of such a defense for her life started to worm into his mind the sound of faint foot steps echoed on the outside of the Warehouses' doors. This caused his jaw to set and his hand to grasp ever so tightly on his wand, a frown formed on his face.

'I never have and refuse to be a coward. I do not run from my problems, I adapt. We've come this far and shan't be denied our freedom.' That was the thought that settled not just within his mind but is very soul as he started to slowly stand up to gain a far better advantage in height for when he needed to cast his specific spell, all that had been left. . . Was to wait for their approach of Maxine. 

Npc Interactions: Two Dark Wizards, 'Izakeiha' and 'Eiramas'

Cautious foot fall fell ever silently, whispers abound between two individuals that had been intelligible at first. As if they'd been speaking a unique yet distant language as a means to communicate with one another. The doors slid open in an intentional creek, not just because they'd been old and rusted but more so because the two individuals had wanted to make their presence not only known but to induce a psychological fear. One they thought would first be introduced with a sense of excitement and then immediate dread upon viewing whom had really been the herald of attention in that moment. Both cloaked in pitch black silk robes, faces covered with masks that seemed as if it'd some form of snake - men of tradition to the Death Eater's of old, that much could be determined by the apparel that hung off of their bodies.

Each man held a thin wand in hand as they made their way towards Maxine, the sound of their breathing could be heard as it had been stifled by the fact of the metallic mask that dangled along their faces. One of them casted a gaze about the area as if searching for someone but found no hint of another body within the area. The man had been somewhat short, at best, five-feet and seven inches with a thin frame that could be classified as a scarecrow's. An empty bony and gloved hand expanded out as a mocking of a greeting. "Look here, Izakeiha. . . Our little Mud-blood of a lamb walks. Seeks her Bo peep I wager." His voice curved out in a harsh softness, a thick nasal inflection woven through it as the blue eyes that bore through the sockets of the mask trained on the red-haired gal. 

A grunt issued from the other man, standing tall and broad shouldered, reaching to the height of six-feet and three inches. An impressive height for most individuals but the way he wore it spoke more volumes as an oppressive figure of sight before the strengthened bold voice leaped out of his gape. "Enough with your riddles, Eiramas. The only poetry we need are the scream this mistake can yelp." It'd been no secret that the two of them had been harshly vicious against those without Pureblood drops in their veins. After all, what right did Muggle's hold entering their world? The two were separate and they needed to be placed where they belonged, as less than important to the great scheme that played beyond the majority of the Muggle nation's noses. 

The one known as 'Eiramas' stepped forward with a somewhat of a deranged chuckle and giggle. It didn't take a psychologist to see that he wasn't quite right in the end. "To true, to true! Come, dance with me little sheep. Cry and scream for me. It would make it oh, so much better to tell that traitor, Senan, all about how we ripped that life from you." The malicious and dark intent dripped from every word of his otherwise seemingly 'playful' appearance' It'd almost been like a marionette on strings in the way that his body had moved and swayed, a puppet that held a lithe reaction in every motion. "Oh my. . . Yes, yes, I know you. William Teal I played, Red-hair reminded me of an apple it did. Unfortunate that it hadn't protruded as it should've.

It was in this moment that Eiramas had started to weave his wand through the air, under the assumption that he could play with his prey and that she'd just sit there. 

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Hearing the voices push through the barely empty building caused a shiver of disgust down his spine. He'd recognize them anywhere and hearing them talk, most times, had always been like feeling the weight of a dump passing over the flesh. Senan kept his mind focused on, trying not to move before the appointed time until Maxine had given him a proper signal to perform. Though his wand had already began moving in a slow timed motion, waiting for it all to come to full fruition. He understood, this was something beyond what she'd been bargaining for when getting entangled with him, even meeting him had been a dangerous move and she hadn't even been aware of it until he left that first meeting.

When she vanished, when sight of her would be no more, that had to be when his flash bomb would strike out and buy them a brief moment of time. How long? He couldn't say, but it would be at least enough to scramble about to proper battle stations he'd hoped. 

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

Max continued to pace around the warehouse like she was waiting for someone, she had to play the part, she had to make them believe she was alone and that she was waiting for Senan for them to be surprised. She didn’t have a hard time hearing the steps, her ears were trained from music, she could easily distinguish sounds, no matter how difficult they were to differentiate. Shortly after the sound of the footsteps continued, Max heard the doors open, it was time. She took a long deep breath to calm her nerves and continued to play pretend.

She looked at the door and saw two individuals, dressed in black with some weird masks on their face, she wanted to make a joke, but she wanted to look scared, or at least more scared. She heard one of them speak and wondered who had named them, again trying to make a joke to ease the nerves wasn’t going to be much help. She ignored the insults, it wasn’t the first time and it wouldn’t be the last time someone called her that. She decided to take a step back to stay further away from them, the further she was from them the easier it would be to avoid a spell or to cast something to protect herself. Max avoided looking up at Senan, she continued looking at the wizards and eventually at the door, still pretending that Senan was going to come through it.

The other man was slightly more intimidating, his stature made him look like the tougher opponent. Were Wizards even allowed to visit gyms? As one of the wizards walked forward, Max walked back, she wanted to keep a safe distance between them. She continued to look at the wizards, the fear on her eyes was real, it wasn’t an act, and she was sure they could see it in her eyes. As she saw one of the men wave his wand around Max used the ring and disappeared from their sights, hopefully, Senan could see the signal she had given him.

She sneaked past them quickly stood behind them, they probably were expecting an attack from behind. Max removed her jacket, easier access to the potions that Senan had given her, but just in case she kept her wand at hand if she had to use any kind of spell, she was going to need her wand.

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

Senan wasn't sure, had this been far too much for Max? Maybe he should've pushed for her to keep far more safe than they'd described. What if's weren't something that should be running through his mind and yet he couldn't help but worry about her safety and mental health in this kind of a hell. Those worries instantly evaporated with the young teen's visage being wiped away from sight entirely from the influence of the ring he'd given her. 'Now!' He thought to himself, the course of his wand through the air sped up into completion and a bright white light resonated at the tip of it and the tri-colored layers of his eyes seemed to glower brightly in the height of it before an orb of pure light propelled forward. "Glasses!" He yelled a few moments before the sphere collided into the ground between the two dark Wizard. 

The collision caused an intense shining blare that resonated, it hadn't been like sunlight but rather pure-light, blinding and pure. Or, as pure as it could emerge for a Half-Fae. Then he quickly ran behind a series of boxes that he'd stood near, these were the weapons he decided to use in order to bolster the amount of time they held. His foot raised up as he knocked the boxes over and a cacophony of clanking against glass echoed. It'd been a sudden rainfall of marbles as they rolled out of the boxes in large numbers and collided towards the floor and rolled in a rapid pace towards the center of the area where the two Wizard's had found themselves. 

After the majority of the marble's clashed against the floor and littered their little battlefield he started to go on the move from above, at least until he could find one of the longer chains the hung from the building's roof and leaped his way over towards it, grasping it with one hand and sliding his way down onto the ground floor. Yew wand grasped in hand and situated himself on the other end of them with his wand pointed ahead. They'd been caught in a pincer attack of sorts, at least if the field had been more even than disadvantageous it'd have been a much better hit but it still had been useful for those that needed to perform a guerilla warfare kind of combat. 

"I knew you guys were ruthless but going after a woman while she's alone? Hardly gives credit to your reputation of being fearful." A mocking tone rumbled from his throat. "That's right, you can only fight when someone is bound and helpless." Infuriating probably wouldn't occur, but irritation? That bred rash actions and that had been exactly what was needed for them to get an upperhand. 

Npc Interactions: Two Dark Wizards, 'Izakeiha' and 'Eiramas'Vanished?! That halted 'Eiramas' wand motion for a moment and his head cocked to the side in confusion. Since when had little sheep been so resourceful when they'd been afraid? It had clicked only slightly two light as what seemed to be a sphere of light crushed into the ground and pulsed a blinding strands of light around the immediate area. More specifically, in his eyes and the eyes of his partner that he'd arrived with. Both hissed out in irritation, annoyance, and extreme discomfort as their eyes tried to adjust to the offensive insult to their function. Trying to take steps away from the immediately scene of the assault as a means to gain their own bearing, both in different directions, only greeted them with a far more childish trick than a flashbang based spell. 

Marbles that rumbled in their ear as if someone had knocked over a case of them in a toy store. Their feet pressed on several of the glass sphere's and found that they'd end up going for a slipping ride that knocked them right off their feet and onto their backs. A grunt and grumble escaped from the duo's lips as he started to gain the sight back gradually, only to be met with cold dirty floor and the throttling ache of marbles pressed through their backs as if they'd fallen on dulled spikes.  Hastily they raised up, Izakeiha coursed his wand through the air and repelled the remaining spherical toys into various directions and issued a hateful growl as his knuckles tightened with disdain at the course of things.

"A trap, should've known that your slimy hide would've been here." The foreboding brute huffed out in disgust as he looked upon Senan. They'd been surprised, a brief ambush but what had a fly's ambush meant to dragons? To Izakeiha it had been inconsequential to the fact that they were going to have their fun, brutally, until nothing but the corpses of the ill-bred and accidents of the world were left on the ground. "Ordering me around as if I were your personal battering ram, your servant! Daddy's pitiful trust fund babe." Now had been when he could break those chains, where he could deliver the body of Senan to his Father and blame it on poor skills as a proper Dark Wizard. A fitting end, he believed, for a traitor. To be mixed up with a Mudblood, a mistake, that had been unforgivable regardless of the collusion that had been agreed upon. 

Eiramas' legs were unsteady at first, the far more frail nature to him taking a harsher beating from the drop than it looked. "Children's toys, what a wonder that they were used in such fashions." The nasally voice peaked up as he touched the tip of his wand gently to the edge of his mask in dramatic fashion. "I wish not the child of the master, oh no, I want the ever so glistening red apple to bleed and scream." His eyes scanned the are, trying to spot the one that had escaped from their sight with the planned ambush. Still no body insight and a frown touched his face under the mask. "No. . . No. . . The apple is not here to bleed for me! I shall just have to grow inspiration!" His wand traced in the air in an eerie elegance that befitted that of an individual with a mostly skeletal build of mass. "Expulso!" At the call of the incantation a pulse of violent blue light resonated at the tip of the wand and jettisoned outwards in a massive force, striking out towards the random area of empty space behind them. 

Izakeiha had his own focus, his ire towards Senan had been no vocal secret and the imposing stance he took towards the far younger male exuded an aura of despise. Without any more words his hand rose up and made a quick whipped motion of his wand as a line of purple flames convulsed in the air for a moment then propelled forward towards the Half-Fae. 

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Senan's kept his eyes pinned on Izakeiha, aware of the man's pretense towards far more bold spells that centered around attempting to push an opponent into submission. The surge of hate that the man held for him couldn't be dismissed either - a sign that he would have to keep his wits about him for the far more dangerous curses. Then it happened, a streak of purple fire that followed after a blue haze in the background from another's spell. If it hadn't been such a dangerous situation it would, perhaps, be far more poetic in design. Never the less, instead of trying to counter-the curse his hand rose up to pendant that Max had given him. 

'For the love of Oberon. . . Work -PROPERLY-!' As if hearing his plea the Tree of Life pendant resonated with a bright light and a shield formed in front of him in a dense formation as the blaze impacted against it with a ferocious force. The shield had been enough to protect him but not enough to withhold for long as it shattered as if it had been actual glass. Maybe they'd used up all of the bad luck that one day? Either way, he'd been far more grateful for the gift he'd received in that moment more than any other moment since it'd been within his possession. 

That had been when he traced his own wand through the air in trained fashion, this had been no time for formal dueling positions or steps, this had been a heat of the moment and that had been where he excelled the greatest. Another essence of bright whitness pooled at the tip of his wand and he expelled it forward with a cross-whipped motion as if he needed to get it off of his wand. Through an expedited transit the orb started to gather mass, becoming a physical force of light to try and repel Izakeiha back into nearby crates that he'd hope would be a far more positive venture.

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

Max quickly placed her glasses once she got to the other side of the Wizards, standing behind them didn’t seem like an appropriate location, especially when Senan came down after blinding them, only to drop the marbles on their feet. She didn’t want to get caught in the confusion of the marbles, she made her way to a safer location closer to Senan, even if her stealth skills weren’t as good as theirs, the sound of the marbles allowed her to have a slight advantage. She stood a bit further from Senan and the other wizards, she didn’t want to be caught in the crossfire or be a nuisance to Senan. She was starting to get impatient, it had only been a few minutes and, despite the excitement she was feeling, she couldn’t help but feel scared and slightly helpless in a situation like this.

She watched them from her new location. She took one of the potions from the bandoleer, but she was so nervous that the potion hopped in her hand for a couple of seconds before she could grab it. “I’m going to get him killed…” she thought to herself as she exhaled in relief. The skeletal figure seemed to have a slight fascination for her, either he liked her hair, or he really liked red apples. When she saw the spell, she was glad she had decided to avoid the marbles by escaping to another location, if she was to be hit by a spell like that she was probably going to end in the hospital or dead, she would definitely be dead.

When the other wizard turned to Senan, Max wanted to do something, but that wasn’t the plan, she had to trust him, he was far better than her, but she also had the advantage. She moved a bit closer in order to try and do something, going against the plan they had prepared but was surprised when the necklace finally reacted correctly to the touch and formed a shield. “Finally, the right spell...” but she was a fool to even think that her abilities could create a decent spell capable of protecting another. The shield shattered like a mirror but at least Senan was alive.

She had to snap out of it, she had to take care of the other, or at least try. She held the potion in her hand and it was time for her to use it. She made her way around the warehouse quietly and once at a safe distance Max threw a couple of potions at the least intimidating, but crazy wizard, hopefully, they could disorient him enough to immobilize him for a while longer.

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

The force of Senan's attack against Izakeiha made impact but not to the effect that he'd been hoping, it didn't push the brute back much. Not enough into the the crates and that's when he took a single step back realizing that he assessed the situation slightly improperly. He hadn't accounted for the fact that he might've needed far more of magical presence in that attack rather than the assumption of calculations that ran through his mind. This had been one of the few times his heart began to race rapidly, the steps back he took had been hastened but the reaction of his wand-filled hand held a hesitance. His mind had gone blank for a moment on what spell he could use to avoid too much damage to the area but also to actively bring down such an individual to his knees. 

One came to mind and his wand extended out as he started to trace slightly through the air, this had suddenly forced him to rely on actual wizarding magic which meant things were going to get a bit more hectic if they could manage to just survive. . . Unfortunately. . .

Npc Interactions: Two Dark Wizards, 'Izekeiha' and 'Eiramas'Eiramas' spell only met empty air until it collided with several machines, left in its wake an impression had been left in the metallic chassis as if a rhino had chosen to charge at the offensive object in full force. He hummed dejectedly as his body waved left to right, the emptiness of his eyes searched the area feeling a depth of annoyance that the target he'd marked out for his own personal play hadn't revealed themselves. "No fun, this is no fun! No screaming, no bleeding. No fun!" He'd spoken too soon as the sound of glasses breaking beneath his feet caused his attention to first be drawn towards the pooling liquid that had broken free from its clear containment, gaze lifted to peer meancingly towards Maxine. Almost as if the light of enjoyment sparked within the depths of his eyes  then suddenly his body halted as if it'd been a taxidermy human. The breath still flowed from his nostrils and yet the ability to move the rest of his body had been robbed from him, stuck with a single arm lowered and the other that held his wand had been in mid-risen position. 

Feeling the pressure of force put into his body, Izekeiha, at first started to teeter backwards with the sight of his eyes only mildly effected by the explosion of light as he shut the lids of his eyes in preparation that it would be in the same design of the initiation of the ambush. An arm raised up and his free hand pressed against the nearby stocked crate and pushed himself upright once more. The wand he held quickly slid through the air like a knife through butter, a pulse of light resonated at the tip of the wand due to wordless incantation and a bolt of light struct at Senan's wand, knocking it violently form his hand as it flipped several meters behind him. 

Then his hand pointed the wand in a sense of finality towards the brunette young man, menacing smile curved at his lips in wicked delight. "Crucio." With a venom dripped voice, the clarity of the word spoken with every inch of hatred of the young man and yet with the unholy desire to ring out every ounce of potential humanity in such a deceptively strong willed mind. The onset fighting around him dulled out his other senses as magic fueled and pooled through his wand in an unending invisible stream with only the glint of a malevolent ruby light that shined at the tip of it. 

Reactions: Senan ConnellSenan's eyes widened, the wand he once wielded vaulted out of his hand leaving him with no wieldable weapon to defend himself with. Other than attempting to draw upon channeling it through his body in the thick of it. Now had been the time to fight off the chilled grip that held his heart and spine from certain action as his hand started to raise up, trying to trace a finger through the air. Suddenly his body felt an influence that richocheted across every part of him, from head to toe. 'Crucio', a simple quick phrase that entered his ears and caused his body to drop as he began to writhe on the floor, every muscle in his body felt as if someone had been thrusting heated edges that pierced through him, constantly cutting and searing through every nerve. 

Shoulders stiffened, arms tightened and the very digits of his hand flexed haphazardly. His back arched as the feeling of being pierced turned into a blinding pain that forced nothing but the desperate groans of suffering to rattle out of him in a howl. Legs flailed at the ground as his feet tried to get a grasp against the solid flooring, as if kicking itself away from the vicnity could be enough to stop that feeling of his body being torn apart violently. While his mind tried to keep firm, to keep strong, second by second, that will was being stripped - overrided by the sense of wanting it all to end - to merely passout amongst the weight of the torture being imposed. Yet he would find no solace in such a blessing, only the sinister embrace of an unending assault that could push the border of threatening his very sanity. 

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

A smile of satisfaction appeared on Max’s lips when the creepy wizard fell, petrified thanks to the potions she had thrown at him, that was one less person to worry about. While the bigger wizard was worried about Senan, Max tried to gather as many marbles as she could, always staying out of sign, but the bandolier got stuck and as she pushed her way through the strap broke, she couldn’t carry it anymore, but she could still carry some of the potions with her, if she put the marbles in her pocket. She picked the same combination as before, perhaps the same trick would work on both.

Max walked around the warehouse but her plan to gather the marbles was halted by the sound of a wand hitting the floor. She looked at Senan’s position and there he was, no wand to defend himself, if he was using it then it could only mean that he was using wizarding magic. She tried to rush to his location, catch the wand, give it back to him and she almost got it, if it hadn’t been for the words that came out of the bigger wizard’s mouth. Now who was petrified was Max, she couldn’t move, she couldn’t speak and yet the thought of Senan only brought tears to her eyes, it was her fault.

The young redhead covered her ears, she couldn’t bear to listen, but she couldn’t just stay there, she will either show herself or she will have to play in the field she knows best. She took her wand out, she retrieved Senan’s wand with magic, it was stupid to think she could get out of that one without using magic. Max pointed her wand at the larger wizard and whispered “Melofors” hopefully the spell will do what’s supposed to do and encases the wizard’s head in a pumpkin, enough to distract him from continuing the curse. She changed locations, as long as she’s moving, they probably can’t hit her easily. She couldn’t help to feel a mixture of angry and sad.

She hid behind a few boxes and pointed her wand up at the chains using the Locomotor spell. The tangling pieces of metal fell onto the ground and like snakes tried to wrap around the bigger wizard, if she succeeds her next plan is to glue them together. As Max acted, she couldn’t take the images of Senan out of her mind, it was heartbreaking. No matter how she felt about the situation, how nauseated she was feeling, she had to get him out of there.

Regardless if the spell had hit or not Max revealed herself, the fear in her eyes was impossible to hide with smiles and happy thoughts, the pain in her chest only grew stronger. This time the fear was far greater than the adrenaline, she could tell there was no chance of getting out of there alive if her plan fails.

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

Npc Interactions: Dark Wizard, 'Izekeiha'

"How does it feel? To be under the thumb your betters?!" The strength of his gravely voice strained under the weight of his disgust. He'd slowly been giving into the flicker of anger that looking at Senan caused, the grasp of his wand tightened in response and his eyes dilated in enjoyment at the screams that bounced through the area. A melody upon his ears, there could be nothing sweeter within his mind, a proper symphony that those who struggled under his magic sung well. Izekeiha held the heinous plan of pushing his opponent's so close to that threshold where sanity and insanity began to truly blur and then planned to allow a slow death in return, a gift in his eyes, a better one that hadn't been deserved. 

His arm drew back, ready to embellish further power into the already potent curse until his ability to seen had suddenly gone black. Wand quickly whipped away in a frenzy he felt the heat of his dragon breath bounce off of something sturdy and back through his nostrils. That alerted, had something been around his head instead of his eyesight being stolen!? That's when his  hand tapped the outside of his head, the weight of something surrounding it levied on his shoulders and with each tap had been a hollow vibration that shook the entire gourd and rung through his ears. 

Though muffled immensely, the shout of anger that boiled up could still be heard. He'd been halted from completing his joyous kill, from someone, that girl most likely stealing away the little enjoyment he'd gained in such a ratty country where the filth ran free and the 'Pureblood's' over extended their true lineages. "I will rend the flesh from your bodies when I'm do-" He'd suddenly been cut off, due to the density of the pumpkin that straddled his head he couldn't perceive in sight or sound of the chains being manipulated and shifted into the favor of the fear-filled Spencer. The chains snaked around different portions of his body, looping in a clutched fashion and then had been glued tightly. 

Struggled as he might to attempt to break the chains he found that might did not make right as he hobbled around to try and find a way to get loose. "Eiramas, Rise you blubbering lunatic!" Just as his dull sounded voice uttered the insult he tripped over the petrified form of his colleague, the pumpkin smashing against the hardened body enough for him to witness what had been done. 

PC Interatcions/Reactions: Senan Connell

For a moment it had seemed like his mind had started to corrode over towards a blankness, his mind holding steady and strong and yet even a strong willed mind could only withstand so much from a torture designed to break indefinitely if not halted. All seemed to be teetering to the end as he listened to the boastful chiding that erupted from Izekeiha. And then. . . A halt, the pain ceased and his breath let out a gasp for fresh air after being deprived of a proper breath to enter his lungs under the horrendous influence of the Cruciatus Curse. One of the few magical spells that only a truly dedicated madman could inflict on any individual without proper cause or reason. 

His vision had been hazy, the area seemed warped and unfamiliar as he turned on his stomach and sluggishly tried to crawl briefly. Each motion made his nerves feel as if they imploded into a fiery mass of blisters. Gasping escalated as he continued to pull himself further and further away, why did he stop? Had something interrupted him? Was this torture? 'I hope. . . Max managed to get away. . . She doesn't. . .Deserve this kind of inhumanity. . .' If he would've needed to accept death than so be it, but he would do so fighting with as much strength as his battered body could muster. The palm of his hands pressed against the ground as he attempted to press himself up from the ground, an unsteady pace with each shift upwards causing him to stumble. The pain may not have been active but the echoes still shouted across his entire body. 

Gradually his vision started to become linear once more, the battlefield no longer a heavy haze. This kicked his instincts into a high alert as he took this chance to launch himself behind a stack of crates and press his back against it. Dust and muck stained his alabaster cheeks, his usually prim and proper hair disheveled, and the caked in dust embedded itself in his garments as if he'd been working in the worse of conditions. 

As he peered around the corner he attempted to spot his wand but found it no where, had the other taken it. . .? Another cursory glance showed that both of the Dark Wizard's had been down. 'What. . .? Did. . . Max do that? Did -MY- Max do that. . .?!' He took in a deep breath for a moment and opened his mouth, voice being pushed to a high elevation in the now cluttered and damaged room. "Max. . .?! Max, are you alright?!" Such a stupid girl, if she hadn't ran, stupid. . . And Brave. 

 

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

It hadn’t been the first she had made a pumpkin grow on someone else’s head, it was an amusing prank to play on people, even if sometimes it doesn’t go exactly according to plan and someone ends up in the nurse’s office with a giant pumpkin head. She was relieved that the spell worked properly, it could have backfired, the first time she tried it she was the one with a pumpkin for a head. She watched the man as a chill went down her spine, she was suddenly cold. At least the spell worked this time and the chains didn’t turn on her, she couldn’t help to wonder what would have happened if she had failed. 

The glue spell didn’t work too well, her hand was now glued to her hand and her clothes were glued to her body, but on the bright side, she wasn’t the only one being afflicted with this situation. Senan was safe, he was safe...but...was he alright? She looked around to find him but she couldn't see where he was, maybe he was gone? Maybe they had succeeded and she had failed, as usual, she failed. She wished she could make the chains move and tighten their grip around the wizard, a tight enough grip to break his bones, but her mind couldn’t think of anything else. She stumbled around for a while until she sat on the floor.

Was she scared? Angry? Nervous? Was that fear or hatred? Max just stayed on the ground like a soulless body. She had never been so scared in her life, not just for her but for someone else, for Senan, watching him squirm on the ground only made her hatred towards the perpetrator even greater. Why couldn’t she make those chains tighter? Stronger? Inflict a dosage of pain as they enjoy, but she didn’t enjoy seeing others suffering, she didn’t think she was able to take another life, for whatever reason.

Max heard Senan call her name but didn’t answer, she simply took his wand out and put it on the ground, his wands had a nice shade of white, ironically contrasted with her jet-black wand, she would have put her down if it wasn’t glued to her hand. Now that the shock was starting to wear out, she was cold, she didn’t remember being so cold.  

She looked again at her hand and her heart began to race, she tried to remove the wand from her hands, and it wasn’t coming out, as much as she tried it didn’t budge. She suddenly felt overwhelmed and that’s when tear began running down her face as she tried desperately to let go of her want, almost like she was she being attacked by something. “NO! Get off me!” she shouted at her hand, it seemed that the harder she tried to fight the glue the harder it got to take her wand out.

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

Silence. . . He'd been met with nothing but silence. The fear hiked in his chest, had they gotten her and some hidden benefactor could only save him?! His teeth clutched tightly, not only had those Dark Wizard's still drew breath! But if Max isn't alive. . . His fingers flex as the adrenaline pulsed through his body and he thrusted himself onto his feet in a smooth motion. Even if he didn't have his wand, he knew how to use magic and he would burn their bodies to nothing but cinders if it meant getting retribution for. . . His heart ached. For the woman he didn't just enjoy, he'd fallen for her, deeply fallen for her and he'd been running from it the entire time.

And now, NOW he couldn't even tell her, hold her, press her lips to his own as he desperately wanted to because of fate's cruel hand. It had been when he started to return to the downed Dark Wizard's, his hand raising up as he began to think of the one spell that would fix it all! That a shrill desperate sound echoed in his ears, a voice that had been all to familiar and that took a pin that deflated the building rage and anguish that had started to surmount in his heart. "Maxine?!" His voice called out once more and he began his search for the red-haired Spencer. 

His ears twitched with an itch at the sound of what seemed to a shuffle of someone's body, hidden behind a set of boxes. From the brief amount of sight he had, the twinkle of his wand glistened with its polished white surface. That was when he quickly rounded around the obstacles that stood in the path to find the teen glued to herself, that was certainly a hefty backfire on a jinx if he'd ever seen one. In a fluid motion he kneeled down next to her as he picked up his wand and started to trace it to dispel the effect that had turned on her. "It's okay, it's no one. Done, it's done." He spoke softly to her as he placed his wand back down.

Senan's arm stretched out, fingers curled around her bicep as he attempted to guide her into himself to embrace her into a firm and comforting hug. A wave of relief washed over him, eyes angled slightly to stare towards Max. His heart began to thump, blood rushing through his veins not only because she'd been safe, that neither of them had lost their lives. But because he could perceive the full depth of his feelings with out the confusion and the hefty veil that had been cloaked over his eyes. With reddened cheeks and softened smile, his eyes showed a depth of fondness that rested solely on Max. "I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere at all

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

A mix of different feelings and emotions still filled her heart, mostly it was helplessness, she had been unable to help and that had cost her someone dear to her, she had been the sole cause of his demise, if she had acted sooner, distract the wizard, be the bait she was supposed to be he would still be alive, even the sound that she hears that resembled his voice, perhaps his ghost was still lingering around. Her problems only got bigger as time passed, at least in the way her brain was working. What was she going to do now? She could always go back to the school or she could stay there until the sun comes up, yes, staying there seemed like a good idea. She watched the two wizards on the floor, it wasn’t like she could call the authorities.

The panic continued to install as she couldn’t let go of her wand, it was a reminder of her inactivity to help, her inability to be brave and being petrified over the sound of someone in pain. She hadn’t seen him approach, she was too distracted panicking, but once the spell was gone her wand fell on the floor and she looked at who had dispelled it. Her eyes were red from all the crying, where tears kept falling down her face as she looked at Senan. Maybe she was dreaming, maybe she was hallucinating. “You…you’re here…” she couldn’t believe her eyes and ears, he didn’t look pale as a ghost, he seemed made of flesh and blood.

She felt his touch and didn’t back away and got closer to him. “I’m sorry…” she spoke softly as her arms wrapped around him. He was alive, that wasn’t a dream, she could his touch, that couldn’t be a hallucination. She couldn’t express what sort of heavy feeling lifted off her, she was grateful he was alive. The tingling sensation in her heart was back, this time far stronger than the last time she had experienced, she just wanted to hold him for a while, feel his presence, his embrace, even if her own emotions were still numb, she knew one thing, he was so much more than just a friend.

Her breath was steady while her emotions were slowly coming back to her, this time wasn’t the feeling of being overwhelmed, it was slower, almost like they were starting to sink in. The fear, the anger, the feeling of her heart being ripped apart from her chest as the images of the even still remained in her mind, and the pain she had felt seeing that and the pain she felt when she couldn’t find him, all those came back, but she also felt relieved he was there with her. “I...I thought...I thought I'd never see you again." 

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

Seeing her in such a way, tears stained on her cheeks, the aura of dejection that hung on her, held the impact of a sharp needle piercing his heart. It twisted at his very soul to witnessed that sadness hang and at first, he had no idea why. The battle had been over and though it'd been gruesome for the standard of students they both managed to survive. Her words brought to realization that as much as he'd been concerned about her own potential passing, it reflected in very much the same way in her heart. A care so deeply made earthquakes in him that caused his heart to thump, the edge of his finger tips slid along the side of her cheek as she clung to him. He could only hope that his touch could wipe away the pain that echoed within that moment. "I'm here. . ." A soft and tender voice responded, a smile stretching to offer comfort. 

His fingers swept along the stains that covered her cheeks, the red-eyes tugged on him further. "You don't need to apologize. . ." Gentleness touched his tone even as the heat of the moment had still been in the midst of winding down gradually. "You saved me, Max. You did that. Without you it would've been a far different tale." It was due to his own carelessness of considering ever arsenal that their enemy held that put them at a far greater disadvantage. What saved them, hadn't been skill but the depravity of a dark human being and the bravery that Max held despite the fear that encroached on her. She fought for him and that only made him even more drawn to her, his chest filled with a growing warmth the longer she cuddled in close to him. What had been fear and adrenaline in himself, slowly had begun to shape into contentment that she'd been in his arms. 

"If I remember. . . You forbade me from dying." Jokes, they weren't his things but he had to try and remind her of her own stubbornness of that particularly touchy subject. His brush with death wasn't one that he'd forget nor the feeling of wishing to be dead during the entire ordeal of it and finding that it had been a far greater joke at the expense of his mental stability. She'd been a brighter light than any Fae of the Light could be in his sight. His arms snaked around her and pulled her even tightly against himself as he delighted in the warmth of both of their bodies after the beating sweat of battle that lingered. "If not for you I wouldn't have realized I nearly lost the chance to tell you. . ." His hand weaved through her hair not unlike the night that they'd stared into one another's eyes in F3 after their previous close call. 

"To tell you, that I've fallen for you, Maxine. The idea that I could've died or worse, been driven insane, that knowledge forgotten or locked away. . . I don't want to hold that back anymore, to not have that chance." If one had only met them, only just seen this ordeal, they could've attributed the emotional connection to that of battle. Survivor's love, but that hadn't been it for him. She made his heart leap within his chest like a gymnast doing flips, the thoughts that crowded his mind filled with nothing but thoughts of her and pulling her closer to him both in a physical and emotional manner. "Even if you don't feel the same way. It's something that I know needed to be said by me.

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

He was there but that didn’t mean she could stop feeling like that, seeing his image in her head. Maybe the memory will fade, or maybe it will be a painful reminder that she could lose him at any time. The sound of his voice was comforting, and it was slowly calming her own fears. The touch of his fingers on her face almost drew a smile from her, she was perhaps feeling too engaged in feeling sorry for herself, for not being able to reach him in time but to hear that she had saved him surprised her. “I didn’t want to lose you.”

She smiled at his joke, the emotions were getting managed, slowly but they wore. “I would have hunted you down.” She tried to joke too, but she meant it, he had no idea how much she meant those words, even said as a joke they weren’t a lie. She tightened her grip a little, feeling him close to her felt good, calming and comforting, almost like nothing bad could happen, she felt safe.

Pulling away from a little, but with her arms still around him, she looked up, curious about what he was going to say. When he spoke, she was not prepared for what was to come. He had fallen for her? She started to laugh, she couldn’t believe it, her heart began racing but the tight knot on her stomach was still there but was different, she was relieved, and uncontrollably happy. “I’m sorry…” she looked up at Senan with a smile. “I … I can’t believe it..I thought you wouldn’t, I mean…” she was having a hard time coming up with the right words, she never considered Senan would even think of her that way, they were different, too different and she always assumed he’d want someone similar.

The smile on her face grew as she looked up at him, she wasn’t brave enough to tell him how much she cared, she feared rejection, or maybe her fear was to lose a friend above all else. “But I do, I…I feel the same way and it’s been hard, so hard not being able to tell, if … if you didn’t feel the same then, I could even lose you as a friend.” She finally admitted, it felt good being honest with the feelings, but it made her sound like a hypocrite. Max felt so much better speaking what was in her heart. “But, before anything else…what do we do with them?” whatever they had to do later, hug, kiss or just cuddle until they both fall asleep could wait, they had two dark wizards to take care of.

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

Senan understood how he felt, the fear of watching Max place her life on the line being just bait and then joining in on the battle. It never occurred for him to think how she would've felt in her own shoes, towards him. He knew she didn't want him to go anywhere but it sounded as if fear and worry had been taking ahold of her as much as it had himself just in a different way of manifestation. A smile formed on his face and he nodded smoothly in understanding. "I know, I know." Hushed words spoken towards her, a silence built between his words briefly before he continued on. "I didn't want to lose you either. The thought alone is maddening.

It hadn't been the moment, yet a smile cracked further on his lips and wave of small chuckles rumbled  from him. "It's rather quite impressive the strength of your dedication." Would he expect anything less from himself? Absolutely not, though even in jest, the weight of Max saying it seemed far more full of weight and strength to his ears. Anyone could've promised such an ordeal with her only being the only one he could say would somehow pull it off in some manner.  To think that someone actually wanted him around enough to attempt ripping him from the jaws of death itself, humbleness and affectionate could be sensed in such words. 

He didn't know what he expected at first, just awkwardness? Distancing? What had greeted him as a response to his feelings had been laughter and at first he couldn't tell the true meaning behind them. It caused him to bite the inside of his cheek in apprehension. Hearing the apology he started to shake his head, almost about to say that he didn't expect her to share his feelings and then his eyes laid upon her smile. A beacon of warmth swarmed through him, she hadn't expected him to fall for her perhaps in the same way he felt when his feelings first started to gain traction in being aware. It'd been better if he didn't jump the gun, that he didn't interrupt what she'd been trying to say with the idea that the only ending answer could be a rejection. 

"You feel. . . The same?" His world stopped for a moment, the words pressed through his mind and it felt as if it had been a dream. That his mind tricked him into the phrase he wanted to hear most from her lips. His heart began to beat, chest tightened and a series of laughter bubbled outwards in disbelief. Nervousness and gratefulness filled him in equal proportions, constantly replaying the words in his mind which intensified the feelings. Only to be brought back to the surface of reality with the far more important question than the realization of mutual emotions and feelings. Them. Slowly but surely, the expression of happiness that held on his face degraded into an impassive one. 

As his arms unraveled from around Max he stood up, hand stretched out to grasp his wand while he made his way towards the petrified and downed Dark Wizard, both which had to listen to their romantic teen drivel. What had been the option. . .? Kill them? That would be the smarter move but had that been a stain he wanted Maxine to carry with her, regardless of their state of existence? Though, doing so may require a unique kind of spell and he wasn't sure that had been entirely necessary. . . 

Just as he'd been about to turn to ask Max her own opinion, the action and question had been answered for them. Two quick bursts of red light propelled from above them, trailing quickly as each one struck one of the Dark Wizard's. Senan's survival instincts kicked into gear as he started to bolt back towards her, his arms wrapped around her as he huddled down with his body shielding her. A sharp gasped exhausted from one of the Dark Wizard's as their eyes widened, a cold gloss shifted over them, their hearts didn't even get a chance to stop beating until their bodies began to rapidly disintegrate after the sound of a small but violent explosion. 

One of his hands slide over hers to grasp it tightly securely while his eyes darted across the area up above. He saw no one and yet only heard the sound of hardened leather clank against metal, moving away from them until the echoes finally ended in the near-empty building. 

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

She could understand what he meant, she wasn’t sure how she’d feel if he were to leave, but she knew how she’d feel if he was to die, probably wouldn’t know the whole extent of her actions, but she could get a glimpse at them, the same way as she wanted to tighten the grip on the chains, and continue to tighten it until the wizard could lose his ability to breathe. She smiled up at him as he spoke, above everything else he was a friend, a good friend who she cared deeply for, and he was also someone she liked more than a good friend, perhaps that made her words have more meaning, she just knew she didn’t want him dead and wanted to be able to spend more time with him.

Max laughed as he reacted to her statement. She nodded at the young man as she smiled at him. It was unbelievable but now looking in retrospective it was clear her feelings for him if it had been anyone else she could have told them on the spot, but wither her? How stupid she was in not realizing it sooner. She was completely calm now, it was like his embrace had the ability to relax her. When he stood up, so did she.

Senan moved towards the wizards, but Max took a step back, she still couldn’t believe how things had turned out, and she used magic again, she was sure she would be in a lot of trouble, hopefully, the ministry just sends her another letter, preferably with a warning. Max didn’t even have time to react upon seeing Senan come to her direction and wrapping his arms around her, she was unsure about what happening until everything was over. She looked at the other wizards and they were … gone.

“What was that?” she asked as she tried to find the wizards, they were indeed gone, she wasn’t seeing it wrong, they weren’t there. She looked at Senan as held her hand and she held his. Maybe he could explain to her what just happened, why were the wizards gone, what was the explosion? But on the bright side, they didn’t need to worry about them, at least for now considering they were gone, or never if they were dead.

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

Senan had been quite surprised in himself, never had he tossed his body in front of something on the idea that something bad might happen. He watched the bodies of the two men break into pieces, turned into nothing but dust on the ground as if their lives hadn't made any waves in the pool of existence. The true ferocity of magic at its very core, that spells such as that existed and many others. Thinking of it caused his hand to grip even tighter, not wanting to let go out of the fear that it could happen to Max more so than himself. After it seemed as the tension of the moment had left them from the mysterious presence he gifted Max an inspective examination, making sure no random wounds appeared if she'd been hurt in the slightest. 

"That. . . Was an unknown variable." He spoke cautiously, entirely wary that someone had managed to not only sneak in on them in the heat of the moment. But held enough magical acumen to perform such a high-level spell in a successive cast without uttering a single word. This warzone had just became truly deadly and it took the realization of seeing the ordeal of his old comrades bodies breaking away to bring it to light. "Whether friend or foe, I'm unsure. What we can be sure is that it's clear some kind of score or reason had been tacked on to why only those two had been harmed." He couldn't rule out potential Auror interference, at least, if it'd been one undercover that couldn't break it but then why hadn't they been surrounded by a reinforcement team as a means to solve that problem?

"One of the few kind of Curses that very few people even know how to perform to such accuracy." He's seen the Curse used before, messing up usually didn't cause that kind of reaction. Painful at best, yet a mastered understanding it made it one of the few deadly ones that didn't even count as an Unforgivable one due to the lack of heinous intent behind it. 

Too many questions and not enough answers that could satisfy the curiosity. Figuring that there'd been no point in speculating on that which had been the unknown his attention turned to what had been far more important in the moment. Their shackles of the Wizard's had been free, this much had been true for now. There would be more in the future until the reach of his Father had been overly extended and by then it'd by them a few years. . . Knowing all of this, that it'd only be a matter of time before the next hiccup his mind could only trace back to the fact that they both had stated their feelings for one another towards each other. Slowly he started to unfurl his body from around hers and gently guided her to face him which by this point his other hand had holstered the Yew wand and grasped hold of her hand. 

With both of them clutched tenderly in his grasp, a smile creased brightly as the silvery-grey hues of his eyes stared into her clear blues. "You know. . . It's getting late. As fun as sneaking back into the school would seem. . ." He halted for a moment and bit his lower lip in thought, then continued. "I believe we do now live together. So, we could go home and talk? About this new mystery of ours that we've uncovered about ourselves.

'We can go home', It sounded so odd that they could just claim a place of their own in such a way. That even before admitting it they'd both been alright with the prospect of it just being the two of them. Maybe that was the largest sign beyond the feelings? Why didn't he just noticed it. . .? Mentally chided himself for being so focused on trying to figure himself out, figure out what the two of them could be like that he never seen the much larger picture. "There's no real bed for your room yet so you can use mines with me." Not an uncommon concept in his mind since they'd cuddled up and watched a movie back in his dorm. Though, this time, it'd been with the awareness of knowing what they both expected in one another. 

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17 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ she/her

She watched as he carefully exanimated her body. “I’m fine.” She smiled. She could understand that he was worried, but if that light had hit them, they wouldn’t be alive to tell stories. She was still a bit scared from the event, and the prospect of losing someone him, but she was also relieved that it was over. The fact that she got to hear how much he cared for her, and her admitting the same was relaxing, the tingling sensation was still there but this time it was different, it wasn’t unbearable and, the knot didn’t get tight to the point of suffocating her. The idea that someone could do that was terrifying, but she hoped that whoever had done it was a friend, or at least friendly enough not to kill them both on sight. Perhaps it was a matter that they shouldn’t forget but that shouldn’t think too much about.

It was that moment that she stared at Senan, the word ‘curse’ didn’t sit well with her. In themes they encountered themselves in, she hadn’t stopped to wonder how he was, maybe when they leave that place, she can at least make sure he’s alright.

Max stared at Senan’s eyes, she felt a little embarrassed about the revelation, but she couldn’t help to smile. “Yeah…let’s go home.” It sounded so weird saying it, good but weird. Technically she still needed to have a dorm room, she was underage, but she was sure Laurie wouldn’t mind a couple of nights without her unless there was something, they could change that, even if she still preferred her dorm room, in case she wanted to hang out with her friend. Sharing a bed wouldn’t be weird, they had already shared one when they fell asleep watching the movie. “I don’t think I’ll mind.” Perhaps this time it won’t be much different, only this time they both knew how they felt about each other.

“Let’s get going, this place is a bit creepy.” She just wanted to leave that place, she didn’t want to spend another minute in it. She held Senan’s hand and squeezed it lightly, but she remembered he was the one that knew where the house was. “You might need to indicate the way.”

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

"What. . .?" Senan asked absentmindedly, a crimson tint colored his cheeks as he whipped his gaze away. "I apologize. Shouldn't be fretting like some kind of den mother." Letting his worry lead him was an unprecedented reaction. Logic told him that neither he nor she had been hit and yet the scrape of the previous battle that lingered still held him on an edge of alert. There would need to be time to do a more thorough checking for both of them, just because no spells hadn't hit them, didn't mean they may not have gained scrapes, burns, or cuts from the fast paced movement and diving that perhaps taken place in the moment.  

There'd been no further expansion on what occurred from the unknown entities presence and the spells that were slung. He'd only managed to identify the spell based on the reaction of the bodies, something that had been informative but not enough to draw the benefit of speculation. For the time being, they'd need to lay low in a sense, his own movements will have to be limited to a small area and not to tarry out in opened spaces until some time passed.

Staying away from the school dormitory for too many nights would draw suspicion, perhaps even questions if any of the Professor's truly cared to investigate that kind of thing. He'd been certain that at least he could fly under the radar, being far newer than Max to the school. It didn't mean that they couldn't pace themselves to making certain documents fair bit doctored towards their benefit at some point, hopefully. "If you ever do I do not mean sleeping on the floor. You deserve to have proper and comfortable sleep." He'd been used to sleeping on hard and uncomfortable surfaces, due to certain rules that had often been the only choice he held when visiting the Unseelie Court. 

His own hand squeezed in response as he started to lead them towards the entryway of the building with a bit of speed in each step. "It's in Narragyambie, Astley Walk. As you know, my father is someone that is of high social class." It had been far easier to expect someone of wealth moving with ease and keeping to themselves, it kept the usual meeting grounds of shady activity far away from the home as well. Luckily that had been a place they could easily use the Bush Telegraph method to get to, unfortunately, Apparaition had not been a choice given the necessity for a liscense to even commit such a spell. 

Making it to the top of one of the nearby poles that towered over majority of the buildings, the wires that connected to it expanded outward to another pole, and then another, this had just simply been the physically visible track that they'd end up snapping into. His eyes turned towards the Warehouse for a moment, he remembered seeing two objects that could help them in this regard. Waving his wand he conjured out two metallic and lightweight hooks that could do the job that the far more dangerous hanger method managed. Passing one towards Max as he smiled lightly. "You Australian's have the most dangerous methods of travel." He shrugged for a moment amused and then placed the edge of the hook on the power line and vaulted off while hanging onto it. 

His voice called out the destination where'd been going, the exact number of the Home as it held a system set up for the Bush Telegraph to deposit them directly there. 

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