 Xerxes Cadwallader- Hufflepuff
Just when he thought he was safe, another machine belched out an ironically Slytherin scarf which (you guessed it) began to slither towards Xerxes. He screamed and ran for his life. Though he dodged left, right, and then left again; the scarf continued to pursue him. Vaguely, Xerxes noticed other students, teachers, and house elves being tormented, but he had no time to stop and help.
When he had finally gained a little breathing room in front of his pursuing scarf, Xerxes turned and drew out his wand. "Immobulus!" he yelled, pointing his wand directly at the scarf. It froze in mid-slither, still sinister in its poised stance. He took another breath of relief, although this time he didn't allow himself to be lulled into a false sense of security. He had already made that mistake once today.
As though his skeptical disbelief had prompted it, the scarf slowly began to un-freeze. The Freezing Charm was not powerful enough to hold this malevolent piece of outerwear forever. "Wait...." thought Xerxes as he dodged another strike by the fearsome scarf. "These clothes are all wet. I know what to do!!"
Xerxes raised his wand again and yelled, "Glacius!". The scarf, which was only inches from him, froze; literally this time. The scarf had been encased in a think shell of ice, rendering it trapped and immobile.
"Everyone.....listen up. You need to freeze the clothes. And I mean LITERALLY freeze them with 'Glacius', the Freezing Spell (as opposed to the Freezing Charm). It's the only way to stop them." Xerxes yelled out to the rest of the class.
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Hufflepuff - Trained Ministry Hit Wizard
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