[Dungeons] Caught. [closed-ish]

[thorne2]

"You've got to be friken kidding me." Adrian said, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. His jaw twanged in pain. It felt as though someone had just thrown a rock at him, probably because that is exactly what just happened. The taste of blood in his mouth was surprisingly pleasant. The bitter, iron-like taste was stuck on his tongue. Adrian glared at the boy huddled in the corner of the dungeon. The sixth year had his wand out and point straight at the heart of the little boy.

The boy had fallen into Adrian's trap. He had been waiting for a little bugger to come down here and fall into his clutches. The little Slytherin did just that. The boy was most likely a second year, heading back to the common room after dinner. He was pale and dark hair and dark eyed. Adrian could guess that they boy was a little heart breaker in the making. Adrian jumped at trapping the boy in the dungeon, how could the boy grow if he didn't have anyone like Adrian to force a little character building on him.

The good looking sixth year wiped the rest of the blood that had dripped down off his chin. Adrian's plan had worked perfectly. A simple trip and a fall. The boy had tumble into the iron cage, his wand slipping out of his pocket. Adrian had calmly walked over to the boy and picked up the wand before her had any ide what had hit him. Adrian tucked the wand into his pocket, keeping his out and pointed at the boy. However, the boy had some spunk, for hefought back, picking up a large peice of rubble from the dungeon floor and flinging it at Adrian. Adrian was completely unsuspecting, not daring to think that the little twerp was going to attempt to fight back.

"Quite the little man." Adrian said, his cold voice circling the boy as he huddled in the stone corner. The sixth year stop to poke his wand directly into the boys chest. "Hang onto your childhood kid, it's safer." Adrian said, continuing to poke the boy. He laughed and release the pressure. Adrian turned to leave, and he heard the boy exhale a sigh of relief. That sigh came a little too early. Adrian knew that the sigh shouldn't emit from ones mouth until after you loose sight of the attacker. The boy is young, that was a good enough excuse. However, he also had stood up to Adrian, proving that he should be tried as an adult. The little boy's excuse just flew out the window.

Adrian stopped and stood, his back still turned to the boy. He twirled his own wand between he two pointer fingers, and laughed. He turned on his right heel to face to the boy. The boy's dark eyes got wide, the relief he just felt was completely gone. "Oh, I forgot. I have your wand." Adrian said, pulling out the boy's wand from his back pocket. He looked it over. "Its so new. Looks like it was probably expensive too." The boy made a motion to get up, and Adrian pointed his own wand at the boy, and without looking shoved him back down, gluing him to the floor. "Not a good decision." Adrian commented to him.

"Now, I like this wand, but don't you know, my jaw hurts." Adrian said, getting the boy's face, showing him the bruise that was starting to form where the boy had hit him with the rock. Adrian had a tanned, but clean complexion. The bruise was bound to show right away, and Adrian couldn't even head done to the hospital wing without questions being asked. Adrian sighed in the boys face.

The boy looked really pissed off. He struggled to get out of the bind. Adrian laughed. "Easy now boy, don't pop a blood vessel." He said, noticeing the boy's face becoming redder and redder with the effort her was giving. The boy wold probably tackle Adrian if he got loose. Adrian didn't do physical contact, so he wasn't about to let that happen. "What are you uncomfortable?" Adrian said, sending a rope out from his wand and wrapping it around the boy. The boy instantly began to struggle against the ropes. With a tight pull, the ropes were tied, the boy wasn't getting out anytime soon, and without anyone's help.

"As for this," Adrian said, raising the boys wand to look at it again, "I think you need to learn that being cold hearted just isn't the way to go. I just wanted to chat, and instead you throw a rock at me. I think you might want to think through your decision making little man."

Adrian placed the boys wand on the floor of the dungeon, about seven feet away from him. With a flick of his own wand, he carefully incased the boy's wand in ice. In the ice box dungeon, the ice would melt anytime soon, even if the boy could get out of his restraints. With a laugh, Adrian saluted the boy, who was now crying and had stopped struggling. Adrian clanged the iron dungeon door shut, and with another flick of his wand, locked the lock. The boy would need his wand to get out, even if he broke the ropes. Adrian laughed and turned to walk away. "Merry Christmas Fuc...Oh merlin." Someone was standing face to face with the sixth year, watching what he had just done.

[Cairo Blackwell]

This is utterly boring. The voice inside her head scowled, physically represented by the similar expression on her dainty, doll-like face. The level of control over her body had only decreased with time, and in the months of the chaos tearing through the walls of Hogwarts Cairo had gained a terrible, terrible reputation. She found that the real her, the nice her, the bullied her, wasn't as often behind the wheel, wasn't the one manning the reigns. No, it was the other one.. She hadn't a name for her yet, but whoever it was was mean. Mean, vicious, and cunning; three things Cairo Blackwell never was. But the other one, now that was another matter. They were. And they had more and more control now, she was barely herself these days. "Well you're going to have to bloody well wait then, wont you?" The real Cairo murmured exasperatedly, rubbing a small, pale hand against her forehead and squeezing her eyes shut.

If she concentrated hard enough she would forget where she was. Forget her hand snaking out to strike the ignorant child who shoved rudely past her. Forget the look of horror and disbelief plastered plainly on poor Sarie's face. The Gryffindor was most definitely aware that Cairo was a nice girl, the one the Snakes picked on. But she must have changed. She longed to tell her, say it wasn't her fault, it was the castle's.. It wasn't her fault. But you can't. The voice snickered gleefully, echoing throughout her head and toying at her already-frayed nerves.

"You can't even give your own house a break. The last thing this school needs is a boy on a ego trip!"

The girl's words stirred something inside of her, and she joined the pair. "Wrong, little Sarie." Cairo replied, her voice dead. "The last thing this school needs is a kid trying to play hero. Look around. Does it really seem like saving one kid is going to make a difference?" Her wide, expressive eyes were cold, but her voice controlled. The other wasn't in the mood for temper tantrums apparently.

[Sarie Thimble]

Sarie didn't care what any one said. "You never know what saving one person could do. Think about the big picture some time and you might figure it out." She wasn't scared. He would remember her no matter what. She was ready to take any one on. "Maybe if some one listened instead of looked there might some under a mask." She would admit she was small but she wasn't scared. "Why don't you pick on some one with magical experience than a first year that barely knows to change a match to a needle."

Sarie spent some much time reading she didn't have time for much else. She knew about the same amount of 5th year instead of a 3rd and she was proud of that. If they wanted a fight well they got one. She took a deep breath.

[thorne2]

Adrian had to lower his eyes to see the girl in front of him. She was short, just a baby. He grinned. "What is he your boyfriend?" He asked her, walking around her so that she was trapped between Adrian and the closed iron bars. Adrian could see the boy struggle in the ropes in the background of his view. His grin didn't fail.

"Well, you see, my house has this thing about loyalty." Adrian said, licking his lips as he said it, his eyes never leaving the little girl's face. "I was just doing the little guy a favor and giving him a lesson." Adrian said, his hand going up to his mouth where he felt a cut about an inch long on the corner. Loyalty was taken two ways in the Slytherin House. Either you were a little worm, a follower than couldn't function without someone to show loyalty too, or you used it as an excuse to pick on your own house as a teacher. Guess which type Adrian was.

Ego trip! This girl was down right rude, Adrian was going to wash out her mouth, to bad he didn't have any soap, he would have to inprovise. He raised his wand, and another voice came from behind him. It was a girls voice, and Adrian turned his head to see who it was, keeping his wans pointed at the baby. It was Cairo. Adrian had obviously seen her before, she was in his year and house, not to mention she was hot. Adrian wished he could continue to look at her, but averted his eye back to the task at hand.

He grinned again, his wand dangerously close to the little girl's neck. "Let her try and be the hero, baby." He said, turning slightly to let Cairo in the picture. Adrian again circled the little girl, so she was now in between himself and Cairo. She glanced at the other Slytherin. God, she was hot. Anyway.

Adrian laughed as the girl again tried to stand up for herself and for the little boy tied helpless in the dungeon. "The only thing under my mask is another face." Adrian said with a smirk. "You see, the thing about magic..." Adrian said, sending out short spurts of fire from the tip of his wand to Sarie's feet, "It's not always about what you know, but how you know to use it."

Adrian bent down and picked a little stone up off the ground. He held it in his palm. "All you know may be how to change a match into a needle." He pointed his wand at the stone and it turned into a tack. He held it gently in his hand. "But what you do with the needle..." He walked up to Sarie and grabbed her hand. Adrian was strong, and he forced it up and her palm open, squatting down to her level. He took the tack and pricked her finger, the pooling in one little drop. "...that's what really matters."

[Cairo Blackwell]

At the mention of the lack of magical experiance in the child they were mocking, the corner of Cairo's mouth tugged into a small smile. "I find those who rely only on magic to win their battles are cowards." She stated bluntly, as a grin formed on her lips. "But those who use their own physical strength in the mix?" To use only magic, while a witch's way, seemingly, was the easy way out. You could be a puny midget, but if you had a heavily skilled use of spells, you could worm your way out of any trap. Now, to fight your way out.. That was the true bravery, in Cairo's eyes. The slight glances from Adrian only further cemented her smirk, but she decided to ignore them for now; toying with him would have to wait.

As he continued speaking to Sarie the Slytherin drummed her fingernails over the little boy's head, ruffling his hair and feeling him tense at her touch. The movement stirred the real Cairo, and she took a slight step back, doe eyes wide. The look didn't last long, before the other took over again. Leave him be. I don't want to. He didn't do anything to you! So? The two voices fought with each other, as her grip on the boy's scalp tightened, and he cried out in pain. As if to amplify her earlier statement, her wand was absent, tucked safely in her robes for when she needed it. If she needed it. She'd rather see what little Sarie had planned for them, with that fifth-year mentality caged stubbornly in that third-year body.

Tapping her bottom lip with a fingernail Cairo stared at the Gryffindor, an oddly contemplative look on her face.