[Dark Arts] V: Hexes & Spell Work

[jessierage]

Jessie had been sitting quietly in the corner throughout all this time, Erys hadn't even seen her when Erys came in.
She smirked as the professor cast a spell. Oh how Jessie loved the dark arts and all their glory. True slytherin through and through.
She watched, and muffled a giggle as she saw Erys' face full of Glee, and she watched as the professor continued.

[Prof. Hansel Hanzel]

Hansel relaxed, allowing the Unforgivable to work its seductive fingers through the threads of Miss Rook’s mind, tearing up the delicate roots of free will like weeds. He could feel her pulse throbbing steadily down the length of his wand and into his own flesh, giving him connection and control – but this wasn’t what he desired.

From the corners of his vision he could see the rapt, stirring attention of the other pupils, some shrinking in fear while others became glassy eyed with hungry enchantment. He glowered hatefully, for there was no beauty in the enslavement they witnessed. For Hansel this was no more fulfilling than pulling the head off a doll, and it was time for them to see the flaw in this boring impressionability.

Taking a deep breath, Hansel allowed a psychic bubble to expand in the stream of his concentration.

‘Stand up.’ He instructed.

Expressionless and serene, the Hufflepuff did just that. ‘Get on the desk.’ She placed her foot on the seat of her chair and made to climb up. You know what is happening to you. Hansel pressed his thoughts against the polluted, filmy surface of her aura, the flicker in her eyes confirming she sensed his words. It was an elementary feat to make Miss Rook bend to his every will, but how easy, do you suppose, was it to force someone not to do as you commanded? Fight me!

The girl’s limbs trembled, caught between movements, seizing up. Her thoughts leaped at him like angry snakes: I think I’ll stay here.

Good girl. Hansel was already walking toward her when she cried out in confusion, yanked by the strange electricity of the magic binding her. It squeezed and grated against her thoughts, distraught at its master’s contradictions. Hansel could feel its Dark eyes turn on him, questioning, before siphoning into the air like thick vapour.

She tipped forward over the front of the desk, landing in an uncomfortable heap on the floor. Hansel felt indifferent to the undiluted disgust radiating in her eyes. At her utterance of the curse’s name he simply raised an eyebrow. ‘Please Miss Rook, no calling out in my classroom. Give others a chance to participate.’ He meant not to mock her but he had no interest in reassuring her of her safety, or lavishing her with House points. Hansel remembered he had always found it unbelievably insulting to be rewarded with points of all things for some of the dreadful tasks his teachers had put him through. Miss Rook would survive – her House’s tolerant nature would see to that.

‘As Miss Rook so rudely pointed out, what I performed on her was indeed the Imperius Curse.’ Hansel declared, turning sharply on his heel to pace the isles. Everyone had returned to staring straight ahead, no doubt wondering who would be unlucky enough to have the next Unforgivable demonstrated upon them.

‘Although it is by no means acceptable, it is the only Unforgivable I would ever dare any of you to perform.’ He stopped, studying the flickering flame of a candle, the three Slytherins illuminated. ‘Most of you will already be well acquainted with what your Defence Against the Dark Arts textbooks have taught you about the nature and effects of the three Unforgivable Curses,’ He said, his voice thick with distaste. ‘But who understands what abnormality caused Miss Rook to be able to resist?’

It revolted Hansel that Defence Against the Dark Arts, a subject that was supposed to guard them against such evils, somehow always managed to fail in mentioning how they were repelled. As history taught, even the deadliest one had its weakness.

[jessierage]

Jessie watched the professor and lifted up her hand before speaking.
"Is it because you told her to ignore what you wanted her to do next, therefore both demands were conflicting, sir?!" She asked. She wasn't sure about it being correct, but it was the only explanation she could think of as she watched the professor commanding the Hufflepuff. It was amusing to see, but she could see why it was such a difficult spell to control, and such a harsh one too.

[Angelique Juliette]

Sitting there reveling in someone else's misery was probably about the most cruel thing you could do. Angel wasn't above it in the slightest. Her smile was wide as she watched Ellie take the brunt of punishment while the curse was put on her. The puff was having some sort of internal struggle, trying hard not to have her mind taken over but having trouble stopping it. The whole thing made for a very interesting spectacle. Angel wanted to laugh out loud but seeing the look on the Professor's face she knew she would pay dearly if she did. At that point she even removed the smirk from her lips because he seemed the type to turn on anyone of them for daring to find the matter amusing. As she looked over at Erys she noticed her friend's smile had vanished as well. Perhaps they were on the same wave link.

Angel was about to turn her head back to the front of the class when Erys gave her a look. From one best friend to another Angel knew just what it was about and gave her a wink in response. Ellie was entertaining them all whether she wanted to or not.

When the dust finally settled and Ellie had the curse removed she seemed fit to burst. Had she had any gumption she looked as if she might have words for the professor, but Angel didn't see that happening. She wiped a tear from her eye as did Angel. They were totally different tears though, Ellie's was from anger and pain, whereas Angel's was from mirth, trying to hold back her laughter. She wondered if Ellie would continue this class after today's lesson.

[Ellie Rook]

Ellie walked back to her seat, determine to never let another tear fall inside the classroom again, or in front of any of the Slytherin's watching. She looked at their faces as she turned toward her seat. They seemed to be enjoying themselves, as if they had just watched a rather pleasant movie with gave them a funny warm feeling inside. Ellie was disgusted. Their taste for ruining human dignity was horrendous, however, she would never let them know how she felt, she would never stoop so low as them. After being silenced for talking out in class, Ellie was sure she would never open her mouth again unless specifically called on. She was stubborn, like many Hufflepuffs.

She listened to some Slytherin Ellie had not seen before answer the question. She couldn't tell what the answer was, considering it was almost as though she had been knocked out for two minutes. She had no recollection of standing up, but she didn't remember the fight once she had tried to gain control.

Ellie massaged her knee under the desk, it had a large bump that was swelling. She would ice it when she got back to the common room. Ellie hoped the lesson would soon be over, but she knew it was only the beginning. She was stuck, but she wouldn't give it.

Ellie kept thinking about the spell and how she had allowed herself to be made a fool of. It wrenched her insides. She was bold, but not so bold as to walk out of the room. Anyways, she was sure the Slytherins would enjoy seeing her walk out. No, she was going to stay, and the next class, she would be back.

[Kendal Montgomery]

Kendal had been doing what she did best when it came to situations such as this she was cowering in the back room. This was too intense even for her the professor is seemed was out of control or at least unconcerned about his students safety. Poor Ellie looked as if she'd been through hell and back, not to mention she had to put up with the smiles and snickering of the Slytherins who were taking pure pleasure in seeing her fellow Puff in pure pain and agony. Kendal had to admit she was sort of glad that the professor hadn't chosen her for his little demonstration, she didn't have Ellie's resolve and might have run right out of the room crying.

If this was the first lesson, Kendal was petrified he was scary the class was scary why in the world had she signed up for it?

[nora]

Nora sat frowning at the Professor. Sure, she was Slytherin, but the attack had been totally unexpected. True, the imperious curse was rarely used with the knowledge of the victim, but Nora didn't agree with the professor's choice.

As she watched the Hufflepuff do his bidding, she was surprised to she her fight back. Nora raised her eyebrows. She was surprised that Ellie was fighting, granted, she figured the Professor was going easy on her, but still, for a Hufflepuff, she was pretty tough. Nora smirked as Ellie broke off, slamming to the ground. Nora glanced at the older Slytherins, all seemed to be very entertained.

"You went easy on her." Nora said, raising her hand for only a moment. "You intended her to fight back." She said boldly, hoping she would get the chance to use the curse herself.

[Alexis Heart]

A silent squeak left her lips as she watched horror stricken the professor use an unforgivable curse on a student. Alexis was shocked watching poor Ellie be made to do things she wouldn't normally do if not under a spell. Granted Ellie seemed to be fighting back Alexis was stunned but proud at the same time.

As Alexis shifted her eyes so as not to be caught staring at the professor she glanced the Slytherins they seemed to be having a grand old time which, shouldn't have shocked her in the least but for some reason it did. Angel looked like she was going to stand up and cheer, her cohort Erys or something like that tried to look as if it didn't phase her but Alexis wasn't fooled for one minute.

Dark arts were dangerous she knew wasn't jaded about that but to see them performed right infront of her very eyes was haunting. She looked away down at her desk for fear of being someone's next victim. The last thing she needed was to be doing a jig in class while her classmates looked on in amusement.

[Erys Grace]

My my, who was this little one? The one frowning at the professor like a Hufflepuff who.. Well, just got cursed with an unforgiveable and really didn't like it? Cough-Ellie-Referance-Cough. She wore the Slytherin badged pinned to her robes, yet she was clearly unimpressed with his teaching methods. Surely there wasn't yet another addition to her house that didn't deserve the title? Someone like Ryan-whatshisname.. Well, the girl was young, she could still be saved. There was no way you could survive in Slytherin with your whole house against you. It was impossible, and improbable.

Focusing her attention away from the fourth year, Erys grace caught the wink and flashed a contained, yet simply joyful grin at her friend. This class was shaping to be quite fulfilling indeed.[/color]

[nora]

Nora looked around, noticing one of her fellow Slytherin's looking at her. Nora knew why. She was displeased with the random curse of the Hufflepuff. She glared at the older girl and she turned away.

Nora folded her arms, the glare still on her face. She had heard murmuring of a large amount of Slytherin's acting less Slytherin like. Nora detested that the older girl could even possibly think that Nora was one of them. It got her very angry. Nora wasn't a Hufflepuff lover as it might seem. Complete opposite. She didn't really like to associated with them. It was boring.

Second, she wasn't appalled by the fact that the professor had cursed the Hufflepuff, it was just that Nora was young, fourteen only. She hadn't yet acquired her taste for watching torture. She would rather perform the torture, and that was the only way she enjoyed it. Period.

Now that she was in a bad mood, Nora prayed that there would be a practical part to the lesson, she would love to take on the older Slytherin and show her what she got.