Post by Tallulah de Beaufort on Jan 22, 2012 18:52:51 GMT -5
Tallulah rested gently in a small alcove, hidden behind a bust of Frobisher Fumpkin who, she had been forced to learn, had something to do with plant bile. Candle flame cast sinister shadows against the dank stone walls making every corner seem as though it were hiding some form of terrible monster. She had never been scared of that because she'd been taught that she was scarier than the things that lingered in dark spaces. Some where along the passage there was a leak and a rhythmic sound of dripping water was doing an admirable job of coinciding with the passing of time and to the exceptionally bored Prefect, the seconds had never passed so slowly.
She raised her hand to examine her nails. She'd been standing there for so long that her eyes had adjusted to the darkness. She was beginning to be sure she'd be able to tell the difference between a red cup and a blue cup should one appear at the other end of the corridor. Patrolling duties really were too dull especially when no one was inclined to break the rules. Sometimes having the power to scare people into doing as they were told took all the fun out of things. She'd only seen one other person the entire night, whom she'd immediately frozen...only to find that it was actually a Hufflepuff Prefect, which was most disappointing.
A small tip tap, outside the rhythm of the dripping water suddenly reached her ears. She launched herself gently from the wall and peered around the corner, dark emerald eyes fixed on the far corner where the noise had come from. There was a scurrying, faint and easily missed amongst the flickering shadows, but she saw it. In an effort to keep in time with the dripping water, the offender was zipping quickly from one wall to the opposite as though that would make it easier to evade capture. She arched one eyebrow and sighed. It was hardly a challenge to catch such a simpleton, presumably in the act of stealing food from the kitchens.
She flipped around the corner so that her back was to the wall and her figure hidden by Frobisher's unusually large nose. The boy scurried again, she could hear his breathing on the other side of the statue. The corners of her mouth curled upwards in a rather sadistic grin as he moved to the opposite wall. His eyes caught hers, even in the darkness, and she was amused to the see the fear spread across his face as he realised he had been caught and just whom had caught him. "Midnight snack?" she inquired in a voice that suggested nothing more than a passing curiosity. The boy nodded. "I see. You do know that you're not supposed to be out at night, don't you?" she asked. The boy nodded again. "I see. Well that is a shame."
There was less than a heartbeat between the final syllable leaving her lips and the flash of light that sprung forth from the darkness. She hadn't used her wand, it was still safely hidden, and the young boy should have been thankful for it. Wandless magic was still relatively new to her and though she had mastered the most necessary of spells, they were not nearly as powerful as what she could do with her wand. Right now, the boy wasn't thankful for anything, but instead lay screaming on the floor where a red and purple burn had begun spreading across his body like a hungry wolf feasting.
She bent down beside him, her face the picture of pity. She recognised him as a Ravenclaw, though the name completely escaped her. If she wasn't mistaken, his mother's blood had been called into question recently and her in mind that made this rather overt display of force completely justified. "There now, darling, don't cry," she cooed softly, though the undertone to her words was less than comforting. "It's just a lesson you had to learn. You see I had no choice don't you?" she patted the boy's head haphazardly and stood up again. Concealing a dark chuckle she hoisted the boy to his feet and pinned him against the wall. "You'll be less inclined to steal again after this, won't you? Now, are you going to return to your common room without incident, or do I have to make an example of you?" The boy shook his head fervently, his eyes widening in a desperate plea for his release. "Get out of my sight," she whispered and dropped him unceremoniously. He landed on the stone floor with a thud, that concealed the entrance of another figure into the corridor, and scampered off into the darkness.
She raised her hand to examine her nails. She'd been standing there for so long that her eyes had adjusted to the darkness. She was beginning to be sure she'd be able to tell the difference between a red cup and a blue cup should one appear at the other end of the corridor. Patrolling duties really were too dull especially when no one was inclined to break the rules. Sometimes having the power to scare people into doing as they were told took all the fun out of things. She'd only seen one other person the entire night, whom she'd immediately frozen...only to find that it was actually a Hufflepuff Prefect, which was most disappointing.
A small tip tap, outside the rhythm of the dripping water suddenly reached her ears. She launched herself gently from the wall and peered around the corner, dark emerald eyes fixed on the far corner where the noise had come from. There was a scurrying, faint and easily missed amongst the flickering shadows, but she saw it. In an effort to keep in time with the dripping water, the offender was zipping quickly from one wall to the opposite as though that would make it easier to evade capture. She arched one eyebrow and sighed. It was hardly a challenge to catch such a simpleton, presumably in the act of stealing food from the kitchens.
She flipped around the corner so that her back was to the wall and her figure hidden by Frobisher's unusually large nose. The boy scurried again, she could hear his breathing on the other side of the statue. The corners of her mouth curled upwards in a rather sadistic grin as he moved to the opposite wall. His eyes caught hers, even in the darkness, and she was amused to the see the fear spread across his face as he realised he had been caught and just whom had caught him. "Midnight snack?" she inquired in a voice that suggested nothing more than a passing curiosity. The boy nodded. "I see. You do know that you're not supposed to be out at night, don't you?" she asked. The boy nodded again. "I see. Well that is a shame."
There was less than a heartbeat between the final syllable leaving her lips and the flash of light that sprung forth from the darkness. She hadn't used her wand, it was still safely hidden, and the young boy should have been thankful for it. Wandless magic was still relatively new to her and though she had mastered the most necessary of spells, they were not nearly as powerful as what she could do with her wand. Right now, the boy wasn't thankful for anything, but instead lay screaming on the floor where a red and purple burn had begun spreading across his body like a hungry wolf feasting.
She bent down beside him, her face the picture of pity. She recognised him as a Ravenclaw, though the name completely escaped her. If she wasn't mistaken, his mother's blood had been called into question recently and her in mind that made this rather overt display of force completely justified. "There now, darling, don't cry," she cooed softly, though the undertone to her words was less than comforting. "It's just a lesson you had to learn. You see I had no choice don't you?" she patted the boy's head haphazardly and stood up again. Concealing a dark chuckle she hoisted the boy to his feet and pinned him against the wall. "You'll be less inclined to steal again after this, won't you? Now, are you going to return to your common room without incident, or do I have to make an example of you?" The boy shook his head fervently, his eyes widening in a desperate plea for his release. "Get out of my sight," she whispered and dropped him unceremoniously. He landed on the stone floor with a thud, that concealed the entrance of another figure into the corridor, and scampered off into the darkness.
