Disclaimer: I own absolutely none of the characters in this fic besides
Essie, Loki, and Professor Draca. Otherwise, this wouldn't be a fanfic,
right? It would be an actual novel by dear J.K. Rowling, who we all know
is going to come out with the 6th book soon.
~Fic Starts Here~
People were gathering in the Great Hall for breakfast when Dumbledore stood up. "I am pleased to announce that Hogwarts is going to attempt to start up a dueling club-again-suggested by Professors Snape a Draca. Of course, if there are any serious injuries THIS time, we will most certainly adjourn the club. It meets tonight at seven. Here."
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At 7:00, several hundred students gathered in the Great Hall. There was a dueling platform set up right in the center of the Hall. Suddenly, Snape grabbed Loki and Pansy Parkinson as Draca looked on calmly.
"Hey! Let me go, you hook-nosed meanie!" yelled Loki. Several people cracked up at that one. Someone actually snorted. Snape sent a piercing glare at the offending snorter. "You two are a demonstration, Thompson. So snap out of your spoiled brat attitude and show me what you know about dueling. Granted that's probably not much, but show me what little knowledge you have. And we all know how adept you are at blowing things up, so there's no need to show us with Miss Parkinson here." He said before creating a magical barrier that surrounded the platform. He really didn't want anything broken. Besides Potter. He set Loki down with Pansy on the opposite side of the platform. But not before Pansy poked Loki in the chest and muttered, "Draco's mine, you Yankee slut." Loki raised an eyebrow and replied, "well, that explains why I'm the one snogging him, right?" Pansy flicked Loki off and walked sluttily to her side. She pulled the zipper of the slit in her skirt higher and faced Loki.
"Duelers ready?" yelled Snape
"Salute!"
Loki barely nodded at Pansy. There was a slight snap as one of the seams in Pansy's tight-assed leather skirt popped. Loki nearly collapsed at that. You could see this huge hole on Pansy's ass. Snape sent her a look that would have melted steel that shut her up. Jeez. SOME people just had such huge poles up their asses. Though in Snape's case, it looked like there was a huge pole up his nose.
"Set your wands!"
Loki crouched into a fighter's stance. Pansy just lifted her wand. Loki supposed she really didn't want to rip that second-skin-skirt again.
"3. . . 2. . .1! Duel!"
Loki immediately yelled, "Incendio infammorae!" purple flame jumped out of her want straight at Pansy. Pansy screeched as one of them burned her skirt 2 inches higher.
"You bitch-assed SLUT! That was pure Italian leather!"
Loki snorted. "Well, you already ripped it. I was just finishing the job up."
"YOU bitch! Incinnerendo cumulous!" a fireball that greatly resembled a mushroom cloud rolled towards Loki. The air crackeld with a magical energy that shattered everything in its shimmering waves touched. Loki jumped out of the way, but instead of getting roasted by the fireball, she got tossed by the energy waves. She lay on the ground stunned. The fireball changed directions as headed straight towards her.
Outside the barrier, Essie just snapped. OK. This was going WAY too far. She stalked over to Snape. "Let me in."
Snape looked at her in surprise. "Why?"
"Because what looks disturbingly like a gigantic lit fart is about to roast my best friend."
"And?"
"And I'm gonna go in there and make sure she's not going to turn in a Loki kabob."
Snape shook his head. "Pansy wouldn't do that."
"Uh, duh. What else would she be doing right now?"
He glanced at the platform. What Essie was saying was true. Pansy was just standing there with a smirk on her face. Didn't she realize this counted as murder? Snape whirled back to face Essie.
"Well? Let me in."
"No."
"WHAT?!"
"It's too dangerous. You could get killed."
"And so could Loki."
"I won't let you in."
"YOU WANT HER TO DIE!?"
"No, but I don't want YOU to die either."
The fireball was circling closer to Loki. She was still stunned, out could on the floor.
"You COWARD! Let me IN!"
"No." he grabbed her wrist and attempted to guider her back to Harry. Essie then felt something shift inside of her. She felt different. Powerful. She felt taller. Well, she WAS taller. She levitating? What fresh hell? Oh well. Loki was about to become barbeque. She grabbed Snape's arm with her other hand and wrenched it away from her wrist.
"You let me go."
Snape's eyes widened. She wasn't strong enough to do that. Her voice was soaked with power. It was two octaves lover and it had become ten decibels louder. It had just rolled out of her mouth. He looked again. Oh gods of Olympus. He normally almond shaped, chocolate brown eyes were glowing crimson with golden slits for pupil. She took his arms and tossed him to the ground. As her feet touched the floor, she ran up to the barrier.
"Release."
As she dashed through the barrier, the fireball was about to run over Loki. "NO!" she screamed. Everyone watched in shock as the fireball halted for a second. Essie took advantage of this as she raised both hands and called "Extinguish!" in her newly deeper voice. It vanished without so much as a shimmer. Essie turned and ran to Loki. "Loks, you OK?"
Loki groaned as she sat up. No, she was not OK. She had almost been turned into a crème brulee without the crème by a great big ball of fire. She looked around. "Where'd it go?"
"I yelled extinguish and it disappeared."
"Oh. Are you OK? Your voice sounds all diff-oh god." Loki had just looked up and seen Essie's eyes. "Ess, you either have one HELL of a case of pink eye, or something much, much worse." Then she looked and saw a VERY disappointed Pansy. "YOU BITCH!" she yelled as she vaulted herself at Pansy, "YOU ABSOLUTE UTTER BITCH!" She knocked Pansy over and landed on top of her. On hand held Pansy down by the neck while the other repeatedly punched Pansy in the face. Pansy had two black eyes, a bloody nose, and a missing tooth before Snape a Draca got to her. Snape pulled her off as Draca was checking to see if Pansy had a busted skull.
"Let. . . me. . . go!" gasp/yelled Loki as she struggled against Snape, "I. . . need. . . to. . . punch. . . her again!"
"No. I think that is quite enough punching for today."
"You. . . bastard!" she yelled, "Essie! Get him off of me!"
Essie merely looked at Snape and he flew ten feet in the air and smacked down into the platform.
"Thanks!" Loki ran back to Pansy, who was still quite conscious. "Hey, bitch, here's one for saying Draco's yours." She hit Pansy in the jaw, where there was a sickening crack. Loki stood back to survey her handwork. The blow hand knocked Pansy unconscious.
Draca felt Pansy's jaw and sighed. "Did you HAVE to break her jaw?"
"Yes."
Snape, meanwhile, had picked himself up and walked over, wincing. Essie had seriously bruised his tailbone with that flight she had so graciously bestowed upon him.
"Well. Anya, please take Miss Parkinson to the hospital wind and send a message to Dumbledore. I think this merits an expulsion. As for you," he said, turning to Loki, "If you had been in a house, I would have given you points for a dueling well done. But since you're not, I'll have to give you detention for breaking Miss Parkinson's jaw."
"Even if she tried to kill me?"
Snape crossed his arms across his chest.
"Fine." Loki stomped off the platform and grabbed her wand. She muttered something that sounded suspiciously like "bastard" before leaving the Great Hall.
Snape turned to Essie, whose eyes were still glowing blood red and gold. "And YOU are going to accompany me to the infirmary."
"Why?" asked Essie, her voice still way too deep.
"You're meeting Professor Dumbledore with me. We have much to talk about."
Essie rolled her eyes and allowed herself to be led away by Snape. People drew back, making currental eddies through the crowd. Her eyes looked freaky. The only person who didn't draw back was Harry. He staunchly grabbed her hand and walked with her, even if he had the strangest sense of déjà vu from her eyes.
As they left the Great Hall, Draco's smart mouth summed up what a lot of the guys were thinking. "Well, I must say, my girl DOES look fantastic when she's beating someone up."
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AN: well? What do you think? Review me. now that ff.net has FINALLY got their hardrive under control. So yeah. Woo-hoo! I can actually update! Yay! So yes, review me. please.
~Fic Starts Here~
People were gathering in the Great Hall for breakfast when Dumbledore stood up. "I am pleased to announce that Hogwarts is going to attempt to start up a dueling club-again-suggested by Professors Snape a Draca. Of course, if there are any serious injuries THIS time, we will most certainly adjourn the club. It meets tonight at seven. Here."
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At 7:00, several hundred students gathered in the Great Hall. There was a dueling platform set up right in the center of the Hall. Suddenly, Snape grabbed Loki and Pansy Parkinson as Draca looked on calmly.
"Hey! Let me go, you hook-nosed meanie!" yelled Loki. Several people cracked up at that one. Someone actually snorted. Snape sent a piercing glare at the offending snorter. "You two are a demonstration, Thompson. So snap out of your spoiled brat attitude and show me what you know about dueling. Granted that's probably not much, but show me what little knowledge you have. And we all know how adept you are at blowing things up, so there's no need to show us with Miss Parkinson here." He said before creating a magical barrier that surrounded the platform. He really didn't want anything broken. Besides Potter. He set Loki down with Pansy on the opposite side of the platform. But not before Pansy poked Loki in the chest and muttered, "Draco's mine, you Yankee slut." Loki raised an eyebrow and replied, "well, that explains why I'm the one snogging him, right?" Pansy flicked Loki off and walked sluttily to her side. She pulled the zipper of the slit in her skirt higher and faced Loki.
"Duelers ready?" yelled Snape
"Salute!"
Loki barely nodded at Pansy. There was a slight snap as one of the seams in Pansy's tight-assed leather skirt popped. Loki nearly collapsed at that. You could see this huge hole on Pansy's ass. Snape sent her a look that would have melted steel that shut her up. Jeez. SOME people just had such huge poles up their asses. Though in Snape's case, it looked like there was a huge pole up his nose.
"Set your wands!"
Loki crouched into a fighter's stance. Pansy just lifted her wand. Loki supposed she really didn't want to rip that second-skin-skirt again.
"3. . . 2. . .1! Duel!"
Loki immediately yelled, "Incendio infammorae!" purple flame jumped out of her want straight at Pansy. Pansy screeched as one of them burned her skirt 2 inches higher.
"You bitch-assed SLUT! That was pure Italian leather!"
Loki snorted. "Well, you already ripped it. I was just finishing the job up."
"YOU bitch! Incinnerendo cumulous!" a fireball that greatly resembled a mushroom cloud rolled towards Loki. The air crackeld with a magical energy that shattered everything in its shimmering waves touched. Loki jumped out of the way, but instead of getting roasted by the fireball, she got tossed by the energy waves. She lay on the ground stunned. The fireball changed directions as headed straight towards her.
Outside the barrier, Essie just snapped. OK. This was going WAY too far. She stalked over to Snape. "Let me in."
Snape looked at her in surprise. "Why?"
"Because what looks disturbingly like a gigantic lit fart is about to roast my best friend."
"And?"
"And I'm gonna go in there and make sure she's not going to turn in a Loki kabob."
Snape shook his head. "Pansy wouldn't do that."
"Uh, duh. What else would she be doing right now?"
He glanced at the platform. What Essie was saying was true. Pansy was just standing there with a smirk on her face. Didn't she realize this counted as murder? Snape whirled back to face Essie.
"Well? Let me in."
"No."
"WHAT?!"
"It's too dangerous. You could get killed."
"And so could Loki."
"I won't let you in."
"YOU WANT HER TO DIE!?"
"No, but I don't want YOU to die either."
The fireball was circling closer to Loki. She was still stunned, out could on the floor.
"You COWARD! Let me IN!"
"No." he grabbed her wrist and attempted to guider her back to Harry. Essie then felt something shift inside of her. She felt different. Powerful. She felt taller. Well, she WAS taller. She levitating? What fresh hell? Oh well. Loki was about to become barbeque. She grabbed Snape's arm with her other hand and wrenched it away from her wrist.
"You let me go."
Snape's eyes widened. She wasn't strong enough to do that. Her voice was soaked with power. It was two octaves lover and it had become ten decibels louder. It had just rolled out of her mouth. He looked again. Oh gods of Olympus. He normally almond shaped, chocolate brown eyes were glowing crimson with golden slits for pupil. She took his arms and tossed him to the ground. As her feet touched the floor, she ran up to the barrier.
"Release."
As she dashed through the barrier, the fireball was about to run over Loki. "NO!" she screamed. Everyone watched in shock as the fireball halted for a second. Essie took advantage of this as she raised both hands and called "Extinguish!" in her newly deeper voice. It vanished without so much as a shimmer. Essie turned and ran to Loki. "Loks, you OK?"
Loki groaned as she sat up. No, she was not OK. She had almost been turned into a crème brulee without the crème by a great big ball of fire. She looked around. "Where'd it go?"
"I yelled extinguish and it disappeared."
"Oh. Are you OK? Your voice sounds all diff-oh god." Loki had just looked up and seen Essie's eyes. "Ess, you either have one HELL of a case of pink eye, or something much, much worse." Then she looked and saw a VERY disappointed Pansy. "YOU BITCH!" she yelled as she vaulted herself at Pansy, "YOU ABSOLUTE UTTER BITCH!" She knocked Pansy over and landed on top of her. On hand held Pansy down by the neck while the other repeatedly punched Pansy in the face. Pansy had two black eyes, a bloody nose, and a missing tooth before Snape a Draca got to her. Snape pulled her off as Draca was checking to see if Pansy had a busted skull.
"Let. . . me. . . go!" gasp/yelled Loki as she struggled against Snape, "I. . . need. . . to. . . punch. . . her again!"
"No. I think that is quite enough punching for today."
"You. . . bastard!" she yelled, "Essie! Get him off of me!"
Essie merely looked at Snape and he flew ten feet in the air and smacked down into the platform.
"Thanks!" Loki ran back to Pansy, who was still quite conscious. "Hey, bitch, here's one for saying Draco's yours." She hit Pansy in the jaw, where there was a sickening crack. Loki stood back to survey her handwork. The blow hand knocked Pansy unconscious.
Draca felt Pansy's jaw and sighed. "Did you HAVE to break her jaw?"
"Yes."
Snape, meanwhile, had picked himself up and walked over, wincing. Essie had seriously bruised his tailbone with that flight she had so graciously bestowed upon him.
"Well. Anya, please take Miss Parkinson to the hospital wind and send a message to Dumbledore. I think this merits an expulsion. As for you," he said, turning to Loki, "If you had been in a house, I would have given you points for a dueling well done. But since you're not, I'll have to give you detention for breaking Miss Parkinson's jaw."
"Even if she tried to kill me?"
Snape crossed his arms across his chest.
"Fine." Loki stomped off the platform and grabbed her wand. She muttered something that sounded suspiciously like "bastard" before leaving the Great Hall.
Snape turned to Essie, whose eyes were still glowing blood red and gold. "And YOU are going to accompany me to the infirmary."
"Why?" asked Essie, her voice still way too deep.
"You're meeting Professor Dumbledore with me. We have much to talk about."
Essie rolled her eyes and allowed herself to be led away by Snape. People drew back, making currental eddies through the crowd. Her eyes looked freaky. The only person who didn't draw back was Harry. He staunchly grabbed her hand and walked with her, even if he had the strangest sense of déjà vu from her eyes.
As they left the Great Hall, Draco's smart mouth summed up what a lot of the guys were thinking. "Well, I must say, my girl DOES look fantastic when she's beating someone up."
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AN: well? What do you think? Review me. now that ff.net has FINALLY got their hardrive under control. So yeah. Woo-hoo! I can actually update! Yay! So yes, review me. please.