Beginning of the end?

That had been a rather curious sound coming from someone NOT being the Headmaster of Hogwarts. He soon connected the threads and deduced that it was the murderer that had caused a scene here sometime earlier. It was Sandra Archer. He turned around and limped down from the first floor. ''James, I'm heading outside, you do whatever you find suitable'' - that was the message his Hound patronus sent to Wilson in the Great Hall. He limped through the bodies, pushing everyone away. He exited to the grounds and continued limping until he found the source of the screech. ''What is this misery?'', he said, pointing his wand at her. ''What do you think this is? One of the brothels you usually hang out in? This is a school, you idiot! You've caused havoc once, but I am not going to allow any casualties this time! I do not care about your fractions, I don't care about the Order nor about you clowns, but you are not taking any lives under my watch! Not again!'', he said firmly, keeping his wand directed at her.

Kendall was duelling with a few of those Potter's Army brats, but not much was really happening. He had been lucky enough to not have been bothered by the werewolves yet, fortunately. He was distracted by causing these Mudbloods and Halfsies as much discomfort and anguish as possible. The problem was... Kendall was eye candy. Not much more.

He vaguely noticed a fire somewhere, but it was not until the ground near him had exploded, sending him tumbling head over heels, that he was forced to reengage in the battle happening around him. He coughed and felt his leg. A stick had gashed it slightly but the biggest tragedy was the bloodstain and the rip in his designer jeans. He stood and turned his head towards Sandra. Oh, now they had a leader.

Ariel’s pursuit of Kendall had ended at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. He’d seated himself from there and simply watched the carnage going on around him. The stench of Angelique’s blood was still underneath the dog’s nose but it apparently wasn’t having the desired effect. The dog didn’t like the look of war and frankly, neither did Ariel. War meant death; something both of them were eager to avoid. He didn’t know where his place in this battle was. He could smell the stench of the werewolf pack that had come into torment and to harass. One smell was familiar to him, though.

Naomi?

The dog’s ears dipped against his head and Ariel glowered at his sister. Then, he found himself running. He looked up and found himself darting towards Jack. He put on the figurative breaks as he came close and he whirled around, lowering himself close to the ground as he came to stand beside her. Seemingly the dog knew its master...even if there was a better prize across the field. Ariel growled at Sandra but did not move. He stayed close to Jack like a guard dog, watching and waiting for someone to give him an excuse to act.

The dog knew its place because it was scared – no other reason. Ariel knew his place too because he was just as terrified.

Athena had sidestepped the spell that the Malfoy brat had sent her way. Athena’s eyes narrowed but she let the girl stride away without injury. She’d deal with that problem later. Athena had bigger fish to fry in the form off some otherwise innocent Potter’s Army members. She instead began to stride leisurely around the perimeter of the battle. She daren’t step inside for fear of being cursed but she was content to watch and perhaps deflect a spell or two. Athena was the epitome of a stalking cat; she had everything going for her bar the fur and the tail. Her eyes darted across the battle ensuing, finding werewolves and watching their respective demises. The Krum girl was flailing around uselessly. It looked as if Athena’s spells had worked regardless of the interruption.

Good, Athena thought.

And with that in mind, Athena stalked forward into the fold. She drew her wand and waved it, sending a cutting curse veering towards the girl. Then, with a final crashing blow to her, Athena flicked her wand and watched as the roots of the trees shot out and wrapped themselves around the girl. Athena stood and watched as the girl was dragged down beneath the ground, not caring as to where she’d find herself when she came to. There was certainly no way anyone could stay conscious through that.

“Let’s see daddy try and get you out of that one,” she spat before whirling around and looking for someone else to get rid of.

Thaor apparated to just outside the gates with the other Death Eaters following quickly behind. The Order is not here yet. Thaor yelled to the other Death Eaters. This was a good thing, they could get a head start. Thaor ran towards the chaos and saw Sandra already there, threatening students and what not. Doyle with his wand pointed at her. This could be fun Thaor thought to himself. He had planned on waiting for Jess and Robert to show up to do what he was about to do, but he figured now would be a good time. Sandra...the one who started Thaor's demise as a death eater, what a perfect person to attack first.

Thaor stood next to Doyle, wand out, pointed directly at Doyle's chest. Sandra, didn't mommy teach you not to play with your food? Thaor laughed. That, you will find, to be your downfall. He said as he moved his wand towards her. I've been waiting for the chance to do this for a while now. Morsomnium Thaor said with a laugh.

Doyle, don't just stand around. You know they won't play nice. Thaor said sarcastically to Doyle.

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Sandra - Morsomnium - Causes living nightmares

''Do I seem like an idiot to you, Elldir?'', Doyle said as he moved his wand away. He took the upper par of his cane and hit Elldir in the ribs, moving a few steps away. He did not trust that man, he never has. He pointed his wand at him. ''Incarcerous'', he shot at him. But, he was correct. He then turned to Sandra Archer and fired. ''Bombarda Maxima'', he shot at the nearby ground. This should get him some time. ''You were right Elldir, it's high time I acted'', Doyle said, looking back at his deputy. ''You know, Dyllan, now is the time to put what you have learned to use'', he remarked.

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Incarcerous - Conjures ropes that bind the victim
Bombarda Maxima - Large explosion

Marla followed Elldir in, looking intimidating and sexy, if she did say so herself. She felt the corners of her mouth lift as she saw Ellidr attack Sandra- finally, someone was going to shut that woman up. Marla chewed excitedly on her bottom lip, twirling her wand over and over, tossing it between hands, just wanting to use it. Use it on these ickles.

When Elldir called Doyle out, though, Marla knew the battle was fair game. She threw her head back and laughed, darting into the fray, calling out, "Ah, how I love the kiddies." She saw a boy, a little Gryffindor, who seemed to be focusing his efforts on the werewolves. Marla cocked her head. "Hey, stud!" she said sarcastically. "Try this out. Crucio!"

Cruciatius- at Sam, torture

And there was Ariel, at her side, protectively facing Archer and the gathering group of Death Eaters. They were so outnumbered, and there was no indication that the Order was here, helping. Michael was, but that and the teachers would not be enough. Ariel could not protect them from every single werewolf there, either. She was feeling the pressure.

"What do you think I've been doing?!" Jack called incredulously to Doyle, over the bangs and whooshing of spells. Jack glanced down at Ariel. "What do you say? Elldir's always been sort of a dick to us." She turned and began running forward, pointing her wand at him. "Remember that thing about Gryffindors being useless?" she yelled as she approached. "I'm about to prove you wrong! Confringo!

Confringo- at Elldir, blasting curse.

"Jack!" MIchael said, "No! Leave Elldir in one piece! Stop it!" He did not want to have to fire at Jack to protect Thaor, but if it came to it, he would certainly not be above stupifying her. "Learn who the real enemies are, Child!" And then he watched a young woman that he took to be a Death Eater fire a cruciatus curse at a young boy.

"Not nice!" He shouted. "Expelliarmus!" He fired back at her. "PIcking on children? That's the best you can do? What use are you then?"

Marla heard someone yell at her, which gave her enough time to twirl out of the range of his spell, though the spell itself caused her to smile devilishly. "Nice?! Ooh, but don't you see, old man? You could have had me dispatched, could have saved lives, if you were just a little less nice to me and had dispatched me, rather than attempted to disarm."

She grinned. "If all of us were nice, nothing would get done!" She pointed her wand at him and yelled, "Stupefy!" while silently sent an Entrail-Expelling Curse at him, curious to see what the spell really did look like when put into use.