Evan Eastwood - Order Aligned

Hi, Evan Eastwood here. A spell or two had just missed her but she was-so far- not dead. She'd have called it a miracle if it wasn't for the storm trooper aim on the Neo-annoyance members. She was dodging streaks of red, blue and green, her limbs moving as fluidly as rushing water, and all the while there was a manic grin on the Ravenclaw's face. No offense, but Eastwood blood bled for times like this, for fire and floods- for bruises and burn- for the crackle of danger in the air above. Evan directed her spell at the coward who had sent out the Cruciatus curse. "Petrificus Totalus!" she cried, her knuckles whitened.

It was a damn good thing Evan was watching the annoyances carefully, otherwise she might have missed the whip as it slashed through the air, wrapping wickedly around a woman's neck not far from her. Without a second thought, Evan moved, slicing her wand with purpose "Diffindo," she shouted out, racing toward the woman being strangled. And for good measure? She shot a wicked stunning spell at the punk playing dirty.

"you guys suck!" In case they didn't know.

Damien Anderson-Beflort - Order Aligned - Circle of Friends

Damien liked Hogwarts best when it wasn't under attack, but that seemed to be the exception, not the rule. He had not been here in... well, much longer than his boyish good looks would admit. The castle looked broken, beaten, cold. Damien's heart sunk right down to his boots at the sight, but rather than be disheartened, his resolve was strengthened all the more. They were going to take the castle back from those monsters, and they'd do it with all their love, and all their pain combined.

He was striding in behind Sophie Brown and Zander Adair, striding in like the world was at their feet and the wind at their backs. He had heard Talia's call and almost immediately hiked it to the manor, calling his parents and Barton to the fray before heading off to seek out the very couple before him. There had been no doubt in his mind they'd be fighting and though he had wanted to dissuade them both, one look at their faces told him no words would shake their resolve.

They weren't dying. Damien had lost too many (Rorie, Paris, Amelia... ) and he would be damned if he let the Neo-Alliance took another friend. Sleeves rolled up, shirt tucked. Wand held tightly in hand, and a few clever little tricks tucked away in his pockets, the Gryffindor was as ready for this battle as he would ever be. "You know, I don't know why I was expecting music, but I'm pretty disappointed." His tone was light, but the grin on his face didn't reach his ice blue eyes.