Connie: *Smoochiesglomps* You're too sweet, Conners, but more often than not I throw in uhm, misdirections in my replies. 
or maybe I guise the truth in the midst of lies 
Droo: I'm glad. I felt guilty that I've been neglecting my story ... I lost my muse amidst all the drama and craziness in my life right now ...
Obi-Wan: 
I'm thinking this story needs more action and more epic, considering that's the thread we're in, you know? 
Hope you like ... and did everyone guess the spy? 
I suck at misdirection 
♥ Peeves tried pelting the fire demons with chalk all to no avail. Hannah tried a few water spells but that only slowed them down. Ernie meanwhile was trying to find a way to fend off the other demons but ... if he could only remember that capturing spell Professor Lupin had been trying to teach them.
A piece of chalk rolled away and as Peeves made to grab it he noticed it was next to Neville's foot.
"Shouldn't you be running away, Longbottom?" he asked meanly. "The bogies'll get ya!"
"I-I-I-I'm not running," the boy said. He picked up the chalk and started scribbling on the castle room floor.
"Neville what are you doing?" Ernie asked, "We need to get out of here! Our spells aren't doing anything to them."
The Gryffindor boy ignored him, Hannah cast a shield spell as the demons started lobbing candelabras at the boy, but still Neville drew the pentagram and the array slowly whispering to himself the instructions lest he make a mistake.
"I got it!" he said, in time to get hit on the face with a shield.
"Accio swords!" Ernie said, taking those from the demons before they chose to come at them with the weapons.
"Got what, Neville?" Hannah asked.
But Neville didn't answer, wiping some blood on his hand from the cut on his forehead he sat up and jumped at the pentagram on the floor. The demons saw it but too late. Neville whispered the magic words and the array lit up and a portal opened above it leading to a dark netherworld. The demons tried to run, they grabbed at anything they could scratching the walls and the floor in a mad desperate bid to remain in this plane of existence but all for naught as the magical force that summoned them was too great. Peeves was holding onto a chandelier for dear life even as the thing became loosened and swung ever closer to the portal.
"Shut it off Wetbottom! Shut it up! I promise I'll never ever pick on you again!" the poltergeist exclaimed.
As the last demon entered the gate Neville smeared the chalky drawing and his blood and sealed the gate with a magic word.
Peeves sighed in relief, "A promise made under duress doesn't count," he said to them as they watched him and two seconds later it came crashing to the floor. They walked out leaving Peeves crying on the chandelier.
She was laughing. For all the world to hear, she was laughing. It was a laughter that was infectious, it was a laughter that was delightful, it was a laughter that made you feel like you were ten years old again, it was a laughter of ... well a laughter of sheer utter joy and love. And she was laughing it.
Storm smiled to see her laugh, his wand flicking left and right like an orchestra conductor directing a symphony, the melody of his magic floating through the air as a demon slammed into a wall here, or a golem burst into flames, or a mechanical man came to a grinding halt.
Whoever's automatons and demons they were they were not very good, and really they didn't pose much of a threat in themselves but it was their numbers. Though that didn't matter to them. Storm and Calliope had weathered worse attacks together. Oh how he longed to shed these constricting human robes and tear the guise that held him back as a human. To be in his true form he would show them all ...
Still, she was laughing. And to hear her laughing that way again, was worth any discomfort. It lightened his heart in a way nothing else could.
"You're too slow old man," she said blasting the head off a steam powered robot that had been walking up behind him.
He smiled at her sweetly. With a wave of her wand she called up a tidal wave and flooded the rest of the hallway clearing it of golems and demons, the hiss of water dissipating as it struck against hot metal engine men the only thing left after it had washed through the hall. The magic water causing them to rust in place even as their precious warm engines cooled off.
"Die beast," someone said, and Storm turned in time to see a boy about fifteen in a dark cloak coming at him, one hand open ready for a spell, wand in the other the boy ran up between them and buried his sword in the boy's chest.
"Alex!" Calliope screamed.
And that's all for now cuz I'm evil. Alex btw is Storm's first name ... in human form.