(Forest) Re: Lulled

[Erys Grace]

Staring shell shocked at the prefect who held the demeanor of a five year old boy, Erys narrowed her eyes, muttering something along the lines of, "Some Slytherin you are." Did he not get the memo? You look out for everyone else in your house, not punish them. This school was wacko, everything was different. "Punish me if you want, prefect." Erys had to clench her jaw to restrain herself from hissing the last word, "But I'm new here. I have a little leniance." Why, he was so scared he looked like he might soil himself! Such a fear-drunk person should not have made it into her house, nor be deemed prefect.

"This is your home, not mine." She murmured slowly to the centaur, clearly saying in her own way that he deserved to be here and she didn't. So Erys would leave soon, first waiting on the prefect's move.

If he decided to turn on her as a fellow Slytherin didn't do, seeing as they were united against the other houses, Erys would just wait for the right moment to transform into a bengal cat and bolt. She had just earned ten points for the serpent house. On her own. And he thought she was going to damn well stay here and possibly lose them, or get detention? Watching him carefully as if daring him to betray her, Erys crossed her arms over her chest, waiting.

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[Erich Aubry]

Laughing this way lets leaves fall. "I seem to have left an impression," he informs the students conspiratorially, eying the centaur with a slow grin bringing his translucent face in to focus, solid. "That would mean your priestess never recovered her powers, did she? I guess she must've told you all how rude she was," he speaks carefully, betraying the contents of Valunce's thoughts to the small clearing. "But I tried my best to be... polite?" he explains, waving the matter away distantly, still thinking of the sly and tender attack she had aimed at him. Were all centaurs so sentimental? And again, thinking better of it. "Please, give her my regards. Why can't we all just let each other be?"

Singsong, Erich drifts toward Erys with tree roots and brambles passing through his feet. He puts an arm around the slytherin, cranes his neck to bring himself to her ear and speaks close enough for her to feel it. "I mean, what builds the invisible ties of affection? What keeps us apart?" Erich drops her quickly. "Something bad happened here," he continues flatly, and winking exaggeratedly in Jhudora's direction, "Tell everyone." When he speaks, Erich is wearing Thom's face, his voice and fear for the announcement; he slips in to air like less than nothing.



Here is the ghost story nobody knows, he whispers in to each of them, his hand in their hands.

McNevin, perfect Nicholas McNevin steps out from the dark boundary of Erich's fading glow, Nathan's slight one. His wand is already raised and the words in his mouth. What was one green light to another? Spelled straight from the heart. Abracadabra. Avada Kedavra. Oh. He aims and the children scatter.



Though Erich is invisible, his hand doesn't leave Sarie's; he squeezes it reassuringly. He covers her mind, shows her the gliding flight of a thestral over water instead, and smiles again like the moon that hangs from the rafters of the woods. From now on, you all do what you love.

[Sarie Thimble]

Sarie felt lost. She didn't know what was going on. She felt some one squeez her hand as to give her comfort but everything else was lost to her. She was scared.

[Erys Grace]

Priestess? What priestess? Erys thought, biting her lip gently as the ghost went on. Perhaps he meant the healer at the school. He didn't really make sense, for a while. What did he want them to tell? Starting suddenly, she recognised the pale face of Thom, the dead boy. What..?

Colder now with Erich's arm around her, she fought the urge to shiver, watching the phantom carefully. Trying to figure out what he wanted them to know. Opening her eyes wider as his face changed, the Slytherin's jaw dropped in shock. The murdered boy.. The words were a shout in her head; a loud realisation. She was new to the school, but not new enough to know about what everybody thought happened. Rumors flew, but Erys paid no mind to them. They were lies. But this.. She could feel it. It was genuine. Watching this deathly recollection, transfixed, the Slytherin's expressive eyes turned a vivid green- the color that described her anger, and surprise. What was the boy's name? Thom.. Thom Moen! This ghost was very talented, reproducing these images to show them. Were they worthy of the truth?

"I.. I will tell everyone." Erys stated, a bit breathless. She had seen death before, but.. This was grisly. Nicholas McNevin was a member of the Red Rose League, was he not? Narrowing her eyes, the Slytherin clenched her fists. Vowing to never join the murderous group for as long as she lived. Thom didn't deserve this. Noticing how rigid Sarie seemed, the sixth year debated whether or not to comfort her, deciding against it seeing as Erich had it covered. It was too uncharacteristic of her anyway.

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