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Post by mysteriouscreep on Aug 2, 2005 4:49:11 GMT -5
*control-F'd "Jams" and couldn't find it either*
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Post by Akbar Le Grey on Aug 2, 2005 5:00:49 GMT -5
I like the way you've written it, and tyed everyone in. Except, isn't Derik 16? I have to do the last chapter, right?
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Post by Dante on Aug 2, 2005 5:15:46 GMT -5
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Post by Antenora on Aug 2, 2005 5:37:39 GMT -5
I think Derik is 14, but I don't remember exactly.
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Post by PJ on Aug 2, 2005 5:40:08 GMT -5
I like the way you've written it, and tyed everyone in. Except, isn't Derik 16? I have to do the last chapter, right? Derik is 14. And Akbar, no, you're doing tasks 3 and 5. J. sent me a graph thingey that shows who writes what, and stuff. Go on MSN and I'll send it. COOOOME OOOON DUPIN!
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Post by champ103 on Aug 2, 2005 5:44:53 GMT -5
Sorry, I'm really really close to finishing.
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Post by champ103 on Aug 2, 2005 6:53:56 GMT -5
PART TWO
The next morning began with the usual slow and dismal sunrise, and whilst many of the students at the 667 Summer School were asleep in their creaky beds, four couldn’t sleep, anticipating the day ahead of them. Luna, part of the team that was made up of a combination of Slytherin and Ravenclaw peered out of the window as the sun rose high above the distant grounds of Hogwarts. She wasn’t nervous about the task that she and her team mate Dupin were going to face that day: on the contrary, she was excited about it, and couldn’t wait for the task to begin. She had heard of the rumours-the true stories that told her Professor Celinra was in fact a very successful duellist gave her a little concern about how she would complete her task, but she knew that she had just as much chance as the other team, unless Akbar and Derik knew more inside information on the task, and had time to prepare. She shook her head in confidence: she knew that they couldn’t have more inside information. Could they? Over in the dormitory of the opposing team, Akbar was thinking the same thing about Luna and Dupin. He was lying in a bunk bed, gazing up at the bunk that was raised above his head, where Snicket was snoring loudly as he tossed and turned in his sleep. Akbar had thought about techniques and spells for the task that was occurring. Surely Celinra couldn’t use her best skills against students-apart from putting them in danger, it was completely unfair. He closed his eyes: it was an hour or so until breakfast, and he wanted to add as much sleeping time as he could before the task straight after their morning meal. - An hour and a half later, all the students were sitting at long tables, talking and chatting as they bit at cereal and toast. Luna and Dupin were sitting beside each other, discussing the task and what they should do, and just one table away, Akbar was sitting with Derik, who was brandishing his towel in his hands for preparation. ‘Did you get any sleep last night?’ Akbar asked Derik, who gave an unknowing shrug in return. ‘Not much,’ he muttered, picking up a crumpet from a plate between the two of them. ‘So I’m not the only one,’ Akbar cried, with a smile on his face. ‘I’m actually looking forward to it.’ Derik shrugged again. ‘Yeah, I guess so,’ he muttered, adjusting his glasses. Suddenly, there was a ring of a bell, and the attention of students was turned to the front of the hall, where Tragedy was standing, bell in hand, and Professor Celinra standing beside him, her hands behind her back gracefully. ‘I hope you enjoyed your first breakfast here,’ Tragedy said happily, surveying around the room and smiling. ‘But of course, we have to get on with the tournament. I’ll leave it to Professor Celinra, here.’ He pointed a hand, and Celinra stepped forward. ‘Derik, Dupin, Akbar and Luna,’ she cried, her voice booming around the hall. ‘You were randomly selected to take part in a duel with me,’ she reminded, and made a gesture that told them to stand up. The four of them did: Akbar shot up quickly, Dupin picking himself up next with a nervous frown, Luna smiling as she stood up next, and Derik slowly picking himself up, half a crumpet still in one hand, and his towel in the other. ‘But before the duel,’ Celinra cried. ‘We’re going to have a drink!’ Eyebrows were raised, as Celinra waved a hand, and the four chosen students began to made their way down to the front hall. Once Celinra united them, she smiled, and span away before turning to the door. ‘Follow me,’ she muttered, and the five of them strode off outside the great hall. Tragedy stepped into charge once more, as other students began to get up from the tables. ‘For anyone wanting to see the first task, and cheer on their team mates,’ he began, shouting loudly over the quiet conversations of students,’ the task will be taking place in Professor Celinra’s office.’ With that, he strode away himself, somewhat eager to see the task being performed. Many students followed, breakfast long forgotten, the only idea in their heads to see what was happening down in the office of Professor Celinra.
Akbar, Derik, Dupin and Luna soon found themselves sitting at desks, as crowds of students started to crowd behind them, most people standing up as they tried to see what was going on. Celinra had taken her place at the front of the office, and quickly waved her wand high in the air, before another desk was pulled in front of her quickly and suddenly. Upon the desk were four identical glasses, each seeming to contain water. Finally, when the four students curiosity became unbearable, Celinra stepped forward and spoke. ‘We will start with a pre-task drink,’ she cried, her voice loud, as she slipped her wand into the pocket of her robes. Her hands spread out as she surveyed the desk beside her. ‘As you can see, there are four glasses on the table,’ she said calmly. ‘And there are four of you.’ She took another step closer to the four students. ‘Each of you will take a drink, and you must drink every last drop. Some are good, some are bad, and one,’ at this she chuckled. ‘One will give you an advantage in the duel with me.’ ‘How?’ Dupin asked, his voice quiet and nervous. Celinra raised an eyebrow. ‘Wait and see,’ she replied. ‘Now, to decide who chooses their drink first, I will perform the same jinx on each of you. Whoever manages to counter it first gets to choose their choice of drink first.’ She took a step towards Akbar, and waved her wand before he felt a harsh force against him. He quickly snapped out his wand, and waved it, muttering a counter jinx under his breath. Before he knew it, something hit him, and he stumbled, before slashing his wand into the air in front of him-at this, the force stopped, and he stood still, happy. There was a round of applause from the watching students, some who cheered widely as Akbar kept his balance. Celinra smiled, and clapped her hands together before stepping towards Derik, and with no warning, sending the same jinx to Derik, who cried out a counter jinx loudly, took a deep breath, and waved his wand in a jagged motion. He started feeling wind push against him, but it just seemed to pass, and before he knew it, everyone was clapping and cheering him: even Celinra looked impressed. When Dupin received the jinx, he was pushed back against the audience, and skid down to the ground before hopping up stylishly. However impressive it looked, he knew that he had failed to block the jinx, and had an uncertain frown on his face as he took his seat. Finally, Luna felt the power of the jinx, and waved her wand around several times, muttering a long and powerful curse under her breath. Everyone was expecting brilliance as she drove on, feeling the wind against her face, feeling a force and light coming toward her like a train. But it stopped suddenly, and Luna smiled before feeling it slam into her. She was pushed back slightly, but didn’t seem to even almost fall over: again the usual round of applause echoed around the office. Celinra returned to the middle of the classroom, and pointed to Derik. ‘Derik,’ she replied. ‘Pick your drink.’ Leaving his towel against the desk, Derik walked towards the table, and looked carefully into the drink. Celinra coughed. ‘I should warn you that all the drinks look identical,’ she said loudly. ‘Whatever you choose…’ her voice trailed off. Derik suddenly held up a glass, looked at it, and took a sip, before pulling the glass away, ready to spit out the liquid. Celinra gestured to go back to his seat, and Derik did so, as Akbar got ready to question him. ‘What is it?’ he asked in whisper. ‘What does it taste like?’ Derik swallowed. ‘It tastes like cold tea,’ he replied with a shudder. There were gasps from the audience, but Luna looked unimpressed. ‘Cold friggin’ tea?’ she asked. ‘I thought this was supposed to be-‘ ‘Quiet,’ Dupin murmured. ‘You’re up next.’ Dupin was right: seconds later, Luna was up by the three remaining drinks. She quickly picked one up, wrapping her fingers around the glass, and took a sip, before pulling it away from her mouth, bursting into tears and stumbling back to her seat. ‘Luna?’ Dupin asked. ‘What’s…wrong? What did you just drink?’ ‘Mublubba Milk,’ Celinra called from where she was standing by the final two glasses. ‘Every time you drink some, you get more and more upset. But she must drink every last drop.’ Tears fell from Luna’s eyes as she shook her head-at this, Dupin raised an eyebrow. ‘It’s…it’s only milk,’ he explained. ‘There’s no use crying over spilt milk.’ He gave a little chuckle at his joke, but apparently no one else found it funny as they stood watching Luna silently. Dupin gave a sigh, as Luna took another sip. Celinra raised a hand, and pointed it at Luna’s teammate. ‘You next, Dupin,’ she cried, and Dupin rushed up from his seat. Akbar pulled a face. ‘What?’ he cried. ‘I did better then him!’ Celinra sighed. ‘Fine then, both of you come up at the same time,’ she sighed, and Akbar rushed up besides Dupin, who had already wrapped his fingers around on glass. Akbar took the other one quickly, and watched as Dupin took a large gulp of the liquid, before squinting as if it were very sour. He stood there for a few seconds, waiting for the effect of it, but nothing seemed to happen. He raised an eyebrow, and began walking back to his seat besides the crying Luna. ‘What-what was that, Professor?’ he asked. Celinra smiled. ‘It was the Parish Ten,’ she replied. ‘Uses ten ingredients from the Parish Circle, a group of wise wizards who-‘ ‘What does it do?’ cried murmurs from the audience, not caring how it was created. ‘It gives you a completely stupid and irrational fear for twenty-four hours,’ she explained, and stepped over to Dupin. ‘What you’ll be afraid of however, who knows?’ Dupin gulped, as he took a bit more. Celinra smiled, and walked back to Akbar. ‘It seems we have the right drink here, in Akbar’s hands!’ she cried. ‘For you’ve chosen the potion that will give you an advantage in our duels.’ Akbar smiled, and gulped it all down, not pulling the glass away until every drop was out. ‘It simply gives him the confidence to win it,’ Celinra muttered. The other three of you have lost your confidence: Derik has just drunk cold tea, Luna’s in a complete state, and Dupin has a completely stupid fear of-‘ ‘AHHH!’ Dupin cried, hopping up onto his seat, pointing at Alice. ‘I guess we’ve just found out what the irrational fear is…’ Celinra murmured. The audience began to laugh heavily, as Dupin sat nervously in his seat again, tapping his fingers, shaking slightly, as Alice stood behind him, slightly confused. ‘Okay then,’ Celinra cried. ‘The main hall has been put together to form a suitable duelling place, and so we must move onto there now!’ The crowd walked off, Luna taking the final sip of the milk and almost collapsing in the process. Alice and Rellim however, stayed behind for a second, alone in the classroom. ‘So, Dupin’s afraid of you,’ Rellim muttered. Alice shrugged. ‘Yeah,’ she replied. ‘He’s on the other team,’ Rellim replied back. ‘Just stand at the front of the audience, and there’s no way he can duel. Luna’s already in a state, so she’s dealt with.’ ‘I don’t know,’ Alice replied. ‘Haven’t we already won? I mean, Akbar chose the right potion, didn’t he?’ Rellim shrugged, and the two of them started to leave the classroom. ‘We’ll have to just see, I guess.’
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Post by champ103 on Aug 2, 2005 6:55:05 GMT -5
PART TWO CONTINUED
When they arrived at the grand hall, where a small stage was placed in the middle for the duels, as Luna wiped more tears from her eyes, Celinra hopped up onto the stage. The same audience was watching, crowding around the stage, and it seemed as if more people had joined it this time to see the fighting between students and teachers. Rellim was rushing to get close to the audience, with a nervous Alice behind her: she was sure that Professor Celinra had expected no less then for whatever Dupin was afraid of to turn up. ‘Let’s get started then,’ Celinra cried loudly, as the four students took their places at a small bench. The audience hushed, and turned their heads to the stage, as Celinra walked towards the students. ‘Derik, you chose your drink first, you can go first,’ she ordered, pointing to the floor beside her. Akbar gave Derik weary thumbs up before his teammate picked himself up from the bench, a wand in one hand, his towel in the other. ‘The rules of the duel are simple,’ Celinra shouted, turning towards the audience, who were all listening with open ears. ‘Derik and I will both stand at opposite sides of the stage, before trying to hex, jinx and charm each other off the stage. The last of the two of us to remain on the stage will be the champion.’ There were quiet murmurs from the audience as Derik and Celinra took their places, ready to begin. The three other students waited nervously, thankful that they weren’t duelling Celinra first as a whistle blew, indicating that the duel was about to start. There was silence from everybody in that room, except for Derik and Celinra, who instantly put their wands into action, holding them out and muttering chants. Before Derik could even finish muttering a spell, Celinra had pulled out a glowing katana sword from nowhere, and strode towards Derik, who yanked his towel out from over his shoulder, and started whipping it through the air towards Celinra as he muttered chants under his breath. A glow came from his wand, and he sent out a freezing hex towards Celinra, who slashed her katana down, blocking it and sending it to the floor of the stage, which suddenly became cold with ice. Derik gulped, and ducked down as a huge ray of fiery looking light came towards his head: he quickly waited until it was passed, and lashed his arm out, shouting out a curse, which went flying towards the professor. Celinra took the blow and stumbled back slightly, letting a smile creep across Derik’s face, but before he knew it, he received one back with no warning, no shining light, no mutterings from Celinra. She was using non-verbal, non-viewable spells-Derik closed his eyes tightly in pain before opening them again, clambering to his feet and rushing towards Celinra, who shoved her katana into him, letting him fall onto his back and slide to the end of the stage. He raised his wand, but he felt it fly out of his hands and into the audience. He gasped. All he had now was his towel, Colin, whom he held in two hands as he picked himself to his feet, before a huge ball of electric purple light slammed into his face. He landed on the hard floor of the hall, and looked as Celinra smiled down from the stage above him. The tension was over: she hopped down and helped him up before shaking his hand thoroughly. ‘Very nicely done, Master Derik,’ she said with a smile. ‘You lasted two minutes and twenty-nine seconds. If no one can beat that, you’ve won.’ Derik smiled: it didn’t seem all bad. As he took his place, Akbar quickly gave him his wand back, which he had seemed to retrieve from the audience. ‘Thanks,’ Derik muttered. ‘No problem,’ Akbar said in reply. ‘You did really well, by the way.’ ‘Thanks,’ Derik muttered. ‘Two minutes and twenty-nine seconds is a pretty good time for someone who didn’t choose the best potion.’ ‘Thanks…’ Minutes later, Dupin had taken his place on the stage nervously. Celinra had chosen him next on account of Luna still crying, but promising to wipe away the last of her tears before the next match. The whistle blew, and Dupin nervously raised his wand, crying out a jinx, sending it towards Celinra who fell back slightly. Surprised, Dupin smiled, but was careful to dodge the next attack, like Derik hadn’t. He ducked his head, sure that the jinx would pass over him, but he felt something hard hit his feet, and suddenly he landed flat on his face. He picked himself up, and received another blow to the face, just like Derik hand. As he was pushed away from the stage, only lasting half a minute or so, he grabbed onto the edge, and tried to pull himself up desperately before Celinra arrived to the stage to finish him off. He looked around the audience for any help, before he noticed Alice in front of him with a mischievous smile across her face. He gave a gasp, and in determination to get away from her, pulled himself up onto the stage again. Celinra looked slightly surprised, and they both muttered jinxes at the same time, as the tips of their wand started to glow, but the power from their jinxes seems to hit each other as they were send towards their opposition. A huge explosion was caused in the middle, and both of them-Dupin and Celinra-were sent back, skidding across the floor. Dupin felt weak and found himself slipping off the stage, before he saw Celinra pick himself up. He was hoping that she would fall of the stage, but as he gave a final gasp, he fell onto the floor, landing on his side, panting slightly as sweat ran down his face. The same ritual with Celinra followed as she smiled and shook his hand and told him how well he’d done. He walked back to the bench vibrantly, but had a little annoyance as he was told his time was only fifty-two seconds, which meant Derik was winning. On the way back, he thought he heard a ‘told you that you were screwed’ from PJ. Akbar was next: he quickly rushed up, confidant and determined to win, even though his team was already in the lead. He knew he could stomp over Derik’s measly two minutes and twenty nine-seconds. He wasn’t aware that it was just the potion making him feel so sure of himself: he had forgotten all about it-the only thing on his mind at that moment was beating Celinra. The whistle blew and Celinra whipped out the katana again, before slamming it towards Akbar’s face. It smacked him in the jaw, sending the electrical power of the katana through his body. He stumbled back, his legs unsure of what to do, and he fell back, rolling of the stage and landing uncomfortably. The audience gave a laugh: everyone there was expecting him to win and do really well, since he had chosen the best potion. When Celinra came to shake his hand, even she seemed to find it a bit funny. ‘Maybe that potion made you too confident,’ she suggested with a shrug, and then announced his time of eight seconds. Luna was ready when she came to her place on the stage: she was sure that she was over the effects of the milk, and she was ready to fight and get Celinra off the stage. She looked up at the ceiling and took a deep breath before the sound of a whistle blew in her ear, and Celinra pulled out her katana for the last time for the duration of that task. Luna had seen the other duels, and had seen what was coming, so she quickly crouched down low to dodge the blow to the face, then pulled herself up and jumped as the katana skimmed her feet. Celinra seemed impressed as she took a step forward, and waved the katana around, muttering a chant. Luna did what she was surprised none of the other students had done: she muttered an old chant she knew, and created a defensive wall in front of her: Celinra’s hex slammed into it and nothing happened. Luna knew that her wall could only take a few blows before it broke, and before she had no defence, so she quickly attacked, launching forward, sending a fiery jinx towards Celinra, who sent it back with her katana. Luna felt her defensive wall crumble as the power of her own jinx slammed into it. She quickly felt more stingy little spells hit her like bees: she ducked and tried to whack them away as they flew around, similar to flies. She managed to send a couple of hexes towards Celinra, but none of them seemed to do anything as the professor dodged them. Luna quickly rushed up to Celinra, and created another powerful fiery jinx. Celinra held up her katana to block it, but Luna sent it towards her feet, like the teacher had done to Dupin before. She quickly waved her wand, muttering a freezing spell, unaware that one of the other students had tired before. Celinra was frozen solid for a brief moment as it hit her, but Luna discovered that she wasn’t vulnerable to them, and Celina was moving again in seconds, although in a more stiff fashion. Luna dived down at Celinra’s feet, and pulled her down to the ground before feeling an excruciatingly painful force hit her, sending her dipping in and out of consciousness, managing to wave her wand once more, muttering the first jinx that came to her head. She desperately picked herself up to her feet, and looked around, ready to attack, before discovering that Celinra wasn’t around on the stage any more. Luna smiled as it sunk in: she had won her team ten points. As Celinra jumped back onto the stage, looking slightly ashamed, she confirmed that Luna was victorious, and that she had won ten points for her team. Dupin rushed up to her happily, and told her how well she’d done and how crap he’d done, and laughed and talked for a very long time before the crowd began to disperse, and everyone returned to lessons. That evening there was celebration in the Raven-Claw dormitory, as they launched themselves into first place. Luna was the centre of attention, the winner of their ten points, and that evening she went to sleep satisfied. Most of the students had an early night like Luna, knowing it could be any of them to be chosen for the task that awaited them the next day.
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Post by Dante on Aug 2, 2005 7:03:06 GMT -5
The first task was very intersting and surprising (as was the added feature of the pre-task drink). I enjoyed this.
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Antenora
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Post by Antenora on Aug 2, 2005 7:07:03 GMT -5
Very good. I liked the bit with the potions that are given out before the task.
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Post by PJ on Aug 2, 2005 7:19:01 GMT -5
Yeah, Dupin, you rawk. Nicely done. Task Two will be written by J.
Loved the Alice-Fear-thing.
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Post by champ103 on Aug 2, 2005 7:26:38 GMT -5
It was funny, becuase the idea of the potions came out as me just being grunk when we were coming up with ideas, and saying that they should all have to drink milk that makes them cry, and drink cold tea. Heh.
Thanks for the comments, everyone. (:
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Post by ajd42 on Aug 2, 2005 13:51:09 GMT -5
Looks like it's on me now. *deep breath* Very good first 2 chapters. The 3rd one will suck especially in comparison.
Oh, just a note to the authors: Aries needs to do commentary, please.
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Post by ajd42 on Aug 3, 2005 3:08:51 GMT -5
This might be updated/edited later.
The students gathered outside, waiting to hear the news. Swans was standing at a podium and Tragedy was out on business. "We will choose contestants for the second task today. Because Slytherclaw won last time, they get to choose who they want to go. Gryffinpuff will be chosen at random, however. Next time, both teams will decide who they want to go." The Slytherclaws formed a circle and started talking. "We don't even know what the task is yet." Dante said. "So we'd better save our best for last, right? The tasks get harder. This is an early task, so it will be relatively easy..." PJ said. "Right. And since I'm the crappiest member here, I think I should go." J volunteered. PJ grinned. "And since I'm second crappiest, I should go." He wanted to go as soon as possible. The Ravenclaws agreed to this. "Wait, what about Captiosus, J?" Antenora asked. "I'll ask Kobolos." J said. "If there's a possibility I might die, I'm sure he'd agree to it." Capt said. There were still a few minutes left, so she, PJ and Capt walked over to Kobolos and he allowed him to participate, though they had to promise to put Captiosus in extra peril. "The Slytherclaws have decided on their participants! And now, the Mug of Fire will choose for Gryffinpuff!" Swans announced. Two pieces of paper shot out from the cup. Swans caught them and read, "Snicket and Pester will be representing Gryffinpuff!" Snicket was the most excited out of all the Gryffinpuffs, and the only one expressing enthusiasm. All the other Gryffinpuffs were clapping uncertainly and reluctantly. "I'm sure he's not that bad," Antenora said, with a bit of sympathy as she watched the Gryffinpuff crowd. Snicket spotted her and started waving. She waved back a little and then covered her face with her hand when he wasn't looking. "The Slytherclaw choices are...PJ and J!" Swans said. "Good luck, contestants."
"The contestants are walking out to the field!" Aries said, doing commentary. "There's PJ and J from Slytherclaw, and Snicket and Pester from Gryffinpuff--looks like Pester's on her own for this task." J snorted and Snicket didn't know whether to be offended or not. PJ, J, Snicket and Pester stopped at a wall of weapons. There was a sword, a can of tuna, an arrowhead, a pointy stick, a towel, a plastic cup, a sock, a notepad and pen and a hairbrush. "In addition to wands, you will each choose one weapon that you think will help you in the task." Swans said. J blurted out, "What's the task?" "You are not allowed to know yet. However, here's a hint: the weapon you think will least likely help you might be the one that's most helpful." Swans said. "But if we think that, then the weapon that we think is most likely to help will be the one that's least likely to help." J pointed out. Swans said nothing. She liked making everyone confused and anxious before a match. So, helplessly, J chose a sword from the Ravenclaw weapon board, after grabbing for the cup, the sock and the hairbrush, and PJ reached for the sword, the stick and the towel, but in the end chose the can of tuna. Snicket grabbed the sword immedietely. Swords, as opposed to tuna cans, were rather heroic weapons. Pester chose a towel, since it seemed to have brought Derik luck last time. "If you've made your final decisions, you may proceed." Swans said. PJ and Pester were having second thoughts about their weapon of choice and were frantically bargaining to their teammates to trade weapons. PJ was begging so much that J threatened to slice his throat if he didn't stop, but ever-chivalrous Snicket let Lady Pester have the sword. After all, he assumed, the school wouldn't put the children in too much danger, though assumptions were often as dangerous as giant insects, and often as wrong as well. (A/N: Just a little dose of nonsensical randomness) "The second match is about to start!" Aries announced. "The second task is to kill a giant bug." Swans said, her voice carried across the field via magic charms. "Two bugs will be released on the field. One will be red and yellow, and it is the Huffledor's task to kill that one. The other will be blue and silver. Whichever team kills their bug first will win." Two large objects were flying to the ground. The contestants took a step back. Pester and J had their swords in one hand and wands in the other, while PJ and Snicket looked hopelessly at their less useful objects. Captiosus was rapidly changing forms--a snake, a lion, a wolf. He was not good with strong animals. As the bugs touched the ground, Swans shouted"BEGIN!" PJ and Snicket dropped the can of tuna and the towel in favour of their wands. PJ shouted "Betaubesie!" A flash of yellow light hit the blue and silver bug, but the spell barely even irked the bug. "Estall!" J screamed. This was a larger spell than PJ's stunning spell since it caused an explosion. It knocked J, Capt and PJ off their feet, but all it did was annoy the bug, causing it to squirt a musty green mucus-like liquid at them. "The second match has started." Aries announced. "Our contestants will have to face these huge insects. It's times like this I'm glad I'm not a participant. We'll see some pretty interesting use of a tuna can and a towel this match--or not. Looks like they decided those objects won't be of use. Well, you never know. A washcloth and a collectable plate saved my life once. Ahaha, just kidding. PJ attempts to stun the insect--oh! He fails miserably. And now our contestants find themselves in a mess. Ew, what is that stuff? Yep, definitely glad I'm not these people." "What should we do?" Snicket asked. "Do we have a plan?" Before Pester had a chance to respond, she saw the bug strike out of the corner of her eye, and immedietely tried to amputate one of its legs with a spell. Red light struck its leg and it squirt out red liquid, followed by the green mucus. However, Pester quickly grabbed her towel and held it out in front of her as a shield against the mucus. "Pester strikes!" Aries exclaimed. "Looks like she got a hit, but now they're being sprayed with what seems like blood--and what is with that green stuff? Nice save by the towel! A fluffy blue-green bath towel bought at Bedbath and Beyond, for the low price of $14.99, though you can't put a price on quality like that..." J was using Captiosus' fur to clean herself, though PJ, unable to touch Captiosus due to the daemon-touching taboo, had to clean himself on his robes. "Should have brought a towel," PJ thought aloud, as he wiped his hands on his pants."Should've brought a towel." "Yes, you should have." Captiosus agreed, irritatibly. After the quick clean, PJ and J were immidietely back on guard. "I''m going to try to stab at it. Capt, can you turn into a Pegasus or a phoenix? The latter, prefferably." Captiosus got ready to change. The Huffledors were frantically shooting spells at the bug. They were able to avoid its bodily fluids until it seemed to have run almost dry and was only shooting out small, weak amounts. "Distract it!" Pester exclaimed. "How?" Snicket asked desperately. Pester shot a spell between the bugs' eyes, making it temporarily blind. "How good are you at transfiguration?" Pester asked, taking the time to form a plan. "Maybe we can change something into a dog, and the bug will catch its scent and go after it." "Like in the triwizar--WATCH OUT!" Snicket exclaimed, grabbing Pester's arm and pulling her out of the way of an attack. "Thanks." Pester said. "Now, if we can create a dog to distract the bug--" "Why's it got to be a dog?" Snicket asked. "Can't it be a cow? Dogs are cute." "No, I like cows! What if it's a really mean dog?" "Then it might attack us." "A goat, then?" "That might attack us, too!" Snicket argued. Captiosus was now a phoenix. "Before we strike, we should weaken it first. We'll rip off its wings and legs." "But there are hundreds!" PJ cried. "Just get as many as you can!" Captiosus said, taking to the air.
"Seems as though both teams are taking a break to formulate a plan." Aries mused. "Pester and Snicket appear to be arguing about something, and looks like the Slytherclaw team has a plan underway. Captiosus is turning into a large bird--a phoenix! I wonder what they're going to do next."
"No fair." Said Pester, watching Captiosus fly up. "They have a daemon." "Yes, but we have a towel." Snicket said optimistically. He picked up the towel. "I'm going to name it Emily." He didn't notice that Emily was covered in the green substance. He set Emily down, pointed his wand at her and shouted "Transformi il tovagliolo nell'aquilla!" The towel turned into an eagle. Snicket commanded it to attract the bug, and it flew right in front of the bug, cawing loudly. The bug went after the eagle. Snicket was able to control the Emily's movements with his wand. Suddenly his hand felt tingly, though he thought nothing of it and continued to use the eagle to distract the bug, allowing Pester to strike. The bug would get irked and start to turn on Pester, but Emily would caw and tug at the bug's legs and wings, Strike, caw, strike, caw. "A very clever plan on the Gryffindor's part." Aries said. "And some brilliant transfiguration from Snicket. Looks like the Gryffinpuffs have the advantage. Let's check in on the Slytherclaws..."
Captiosus dove down, grasping one of the bug's wings in his claws. He pulled and the bug let out a pained cry as its wing was torn off. It soon forgot about J and PJ and went after Capt, intent on revenge. "Now! Attack it!" PJ commanded, his wand out. "Expelliarmus!" They shouted together. The combined force was able to throw the bug backwards. Captiosus dove down and grabbed another one of its legs, pulling as hard as he could. The leg was harder to get off than the wing. The bug was thrashing its wings and legs but was unable to reach Capt to strike him. J, with a rare burst of courage, plunged the sword into the bug's side. It cried and sent J flying across the field. She dropped her sword and landed on her arm. "Ouch. Captiosus ripped one of the wing's right off; the daemon shows no mercy, does he? Very strong Expelliarmus, Captiosus is now trying for a leg--looks like he's having some trouble. We finally get some sword action from J, though it didn't go exactly well--that's got to hurt.
A powerful orange light hit the Gryffinpuff bug. "Strike!" Pester exclaimed, giddy with confidence. The bug was lunging at her but she wasn't worried: the eagle would soon distract it. The pattern was clockwork by now. However, something went wrong. The eagle was not doing anything, and the bug was coming closer. Pester had to jump and roll out of the way. She looked over at Snicket. He was clutching his wand hand. "I can't feel it!" He explained. "It's numb! Paralyzed!" 'The mucus must have paralyzed him. He didn't wipe it off, unlike the rest of us.' Pester thought, though she didn't have time to say it aloud: The bug was charging at her and she tried to stunned it before leaping out of the way. She could not control the eagle, or change it back, and she could not yet conjure things out of nothing. All she could do was stall: shoot spells, run, and hope for the best.
PJ dove for the sword and rolled out of the thrashing bug's way. Then he magically enlarged the sword and slashed the bug in half with a powerful strike. "PJ makes a courageous dash for the sword--rolls out of the way, that was a close one--It appears the Slytherclaw have won!" Aries exclaimed, rising from his chair suddenly. The Slytherclaws started cheering. However, J let out an ear splitting shriek. "IT'S MOOOOOOOVIIIIIIIING!" She screeched.
Pester was on her hands and knees, looking for something--a rock, anything--to turn into an eagle or something. "I hope grass will suffice," She muttered to herself, tearing a handful of grass from the ground and pointing her wand at it. "Transformi la hierba nell'aquilla!" The grass turned into an eagle and flew into the air. Pester, with renewed confidence, rose to her feet. "Alright! Let's go!" She exclaimed. It would be hard to both hex the bug and control the eagle, but she could manage...she hoped. "PARADA!" She shouted.
"The Gryffinpuffs are making a comeback. This match is pretty intense--both teams seem equally likely to win, at this point." Commented Aries. PJ looked around. The bug was cut in half, but it was still alive. What could possibly kill the bug, if being sliced in two didn't? "Eureka..." J whispered excitedly to herself. Then, louder, she exclaimed, "Deus ex tuna!" "Huh?" PJ said, looking up. "Accio sword!" Shouted J. The sword flew out of PJ's hands. J flinched and ducked, picking it up after it landed, instead of catching it. After she straightened herself, J shouted "Accio tuna!" The tuna can flew at her, hitting her forehead. It hurt quite a bit, but she pretended nothing happened and caught the can as it fell. Then she punctured the lid with her sword and sliced it open. She repeated "Deus ex tuna!" She made tuna levitate towards the bug. The tiny bit of it made the bug cry in pain. It appeared to burn, melt, and at last, it was just a melted pool on the grass. "I don't think even that bug could survive that." Taylor said. "And that concludes the match! Slytherclaws are indeed victorous!" The crowd felt it was safe to cheer. Gryffinpuff's bug was led out by Hagrid and others who worked with magical creatures. Pester and Snicket looked dejected and were in disbelief that the match was over--they had lost.
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Post by Dante on Aug 3, 2005 3:42:14 GMT -5
I don't have much time and have to go right now but this is good.
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