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SilverTiger · 04-11-2009, 06:57 PM

AS Elizabeth got through the door, away from the gobstone corridor, she immediately wrapped her arms around herself as she forgot about the tiny puncture wounds that were still slightly bleeding on her face and shoulders. She forgot about smelling bad as well. The freezing cold meant one thing, knowing Professor Kazimeriz, and as she scanned the room, she saw it. A dementor. The creepy, nasty little bugger was hovering near another door, which told her she was going to have to get past it. And as soon as she realized that, the feeling of deep depression started to creep toward her, as if the creature knew she wanted to fight.

Stopping in her tracks, she immediately thought about her family and friends, and how she needed to get past this hurdle if she was going to see them again. Once she visualized all of them, it felt like they were attempting to stand between her mind and the dementor's power, but she knew that wouldn't hold. The only defense against a dementor was a patronus, and she knew she could manage that. Taking a deep breath, she then thought about her happy memory: seeing her parents sitting next to her in the theater, watching the curtain open. Once the opening song of Rent started playing in her head, she looked straight at the dementor, who was still hovering although it had moved closer. Pointing her wand at a slightly downward angle at the creature, her green eyes showed determination as she said "Expecto Patronum," looping her wand ever so subtly into the "e" of the wand movement.

Her eagle flew out and at the dementor, pecking at its face and driving it unfortunately toward the professor, who Elizabeth now saw sitting in a shadowy corner of the room. But she knew she didn't have much time, so as the eagle continued, she ran across the room and to the door that the dementor had been guarding, opening it and passing through.

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SilverTiger Crumple-Horned Snorkack Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: SoCal sighs(GMT-8) Posts: 111,305 Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurora Barrington Ravenclaw Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Teagan Kensington Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nico Diggory-Keighley Hufflepuff Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Annika Owens-Byrne Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Noa LeCourt Gryffindor Sixth Year x5 x3	Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict AS Elizabeth got through the door, away from the gobstone corridor, she immediately wrapped her arms around herself as she forgot about the tiny puncture wounds that were still slightly bleeding on her face and shoulders. She forgot about smelling bad as well. The freezing cold meant one thing, knowing Professor Kazimeriz, and as she scanned the room, she saw it. A dementor. The creepy, nasty little bugger was hovering near another door, which told her she was going to have to get past it. And as soon as she realized that, the feeling of deep depression started to creep toward her, as if the creature knew she wanted to fight. Stopping in her tracks, she immediately thought about her family and friends, and how she needed to get past this hurdle if she was going to see them again. Once she visualized all of them, it felt like they were attempting to stand between her mind and the dementor's power, but she knew that wouldn't hold. The only defense against a dementor was a patronus, and she knew she could manage that. Taking a deep breath, she then thought about her happy memory: seeing her parents sitting next to her in the theater, watching the curtain open. Once the opening song of Rent started playing in her head, she looked straight at the dementor, who was still hovering although it had moved closer. Pointing her wand at a slightly downward angle at the creature, her green eyes showed determination as she said "Expecto Patronum," looping her wand ever so subtly into the "e" of the wand movement. Her eagle flew out and at the dementor, pecking at its face and driving it unfortunately toward the professor, who Elizabeth now saw sitting in a shadowy corner of the room. But she knew she didn't have much time, so as the eagle continued, she ran across the room and to the door that the dementor had been guarding, opening it and passing through. __________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me, at tea time, everybody agrees ...It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero ♥ ♥ ♥