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AlwaysSnapesGirl · 02-24-2021, 12:01 AM

The cold was already setting in, and the pajama bottoms and baggy shirt wasn't particularly warm, so Ivy welcomed the added presence of Ingrid and Heath. A warming charm would be useful right about now, but Rosier was speaking again, and she wasn't going to dare attempt a spell now.

The air seemed to grow colder with his every word, and she wasn't sure anymore whether she was trembling from the cold or from fear. Inability to adapt... Won't survive... No longer reason to keep trying...

And then the names. Her stomach twisted with each name read, whether she only knew them from classes or whether she considered them friends. Classmates, housemates, friends... She was terrified for them.

Reflex more than anything made her blindly reach for Avalon's arm with one hand and Heath's with the other, though her grasp was loose even if she did make contact, not nearly enough to oppose the strength of Rosier's goons.

Because resistance was futile anyway, right?

But she wanted to. Merlin, she so badly wanted to. She was so exhausted from the constant conflict between her own survival and her desire to help. She felt like a coward for following all their stupid rules, while simultaneously forcing herself to acknowledge how helpless she was to actually do anything about it. It was the battle she'd dealt with over and over and over in her mind all term, and it only kept getting worse.

And then Rosier had cast Crucio on Professor Williamson. And one of the goons had punched Ingrid in the stomach.

"No! Ingrid!" She tore her eyes away from watching Williamson's fate, the tears burning her eyes blurring her vision anyway, as she dropped to her knees next to her fellow Ravenclaw, trying to see if she was okay.

02-24-2021, 12:01 AM	#101 (permalink)
AlwaysSnapesGirl St Mungos Mod 4 Privet Drive Mod MO & DMLE Clabbert Join Date: Dec 2009 Location: Narnia Posts: 19,270 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ezra Hensley Gryffindor Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Florence Schultz Slytherin Third Year Ministry RPG Name: Penelope Grimm Law Enforcement Ministry RPG Name: Regina Amstern Minister's Office x7 x1	Baguette \| there is no D in my name \| TRAITORclaw \| Queenie of Narnia The cold was already setting in, and the pajama bottoms and baggy shirt wasn't particularly warm, so Ivy welcomed the added presence of Ingrid and Heath. A warming charm would be useful right about now, but Rosier was speaking again, and she wasn't going to dare attempt a spell now. The air seemed to grow colder with his every word, and she wasn't sure anymore whether she was trembling from the cold or from fear. Inability to adapt... Won't survive... No longer reason to keep trying... And then the names. Her stomach twisted with each name read, whether she only knew them from classes or whether she considered them friends. Classmates, housemates, friends... She was terrified for them. Reflex more than anything made her blindly reach for Avalon's arm with one hand and Heath's with the other, though her grasp was loose even if she did make contact, not nearly enough to oppose the strength of Rosier's goons. Because resistance was futile anyway, right? But she wanted to. Merlin, she so badly wanted to. She was so exhausted from the constant conflict between her own survival and her desire to help. She felt like a coward for following all their stupid rules, while simultaneously forcing herself to acknowledge how helpless she was to actually do anything about it. It was the battle she'd dealt with over and over and over in her mind all term, and it only kept getting worse. And then Rosier had cast Crucio on Professor Williamson. And one of the goons had punched Ingrid in the stomach. "No! Ingrid!" She tore her eyes away from watching Williamson's fate, the tears burning her eyes blurring her vision anyway, as she dropped to her knees next to her fellow Ravenclaw, trying to see if she was okay. __________________ if we fall, we will fall together; and when we rise, we will rise together__________________♥♥♥♥ together we are dangerous; together with our differences; together we are bolder, braver, stronger