Ay, there's the rub

With the flesh of his wrist, Vito gently rid his lip of the blood that had begun to form at the spot, despite the fact that he had received no such injury. Needles to say, the idea of loosing blood over nothing aggravated Vito; he felt that there was nothing more precious than himself, and that included the blood that ran through his stolen veins.

Vito stemmed the blood-flow with the tip of his index finger and carried on his way across Hogwarts' grounds, where his search for a whimpering student continued. He had hopes of coming across that Thompson boy that he had encountered earlier that year, though he knew that his chances were slim; Vito had unfinished business with the child.

It was as though the Death Eaters had gotten to the students of Hogwarts before he had even set foot on the war grounds. Vito smirked; the Death Eaters may have lacked the originality that he craved, but they most certainly knew how to make an entrance - and Vito was a firm believer in presentation.

At once, the grass vanished from beneath Vito's feet, and his shoes met the splintering wood of a dock. Hogwarts' lake. It had certainly been a long time since Vito had gazed at his reflection upon the lake’s shimmering surface. Far longer than Vito could recall... Out of curiosity, he drew himself closer to the body of water; he had been provided with an opportunity to check in with his appearance, and he would not allow such a moment to go to waste.

Upon looking into his own, dark eyes, however, Vito found that he was not at all pleased with his image; the wind would not allow the lake to remain still, and so Vito’s reflection moved with it, dancing about in a jittery manner – as though he were becoming detached from the world once more.

“No,” Vito growled viciously and swiped at the water like an irritated feline, his eyes narrowed. Water was the only reflective element that had ever disappointed Vito, and when he experienced said emotion, it hit him like a speeding bullet. Angrily, the poltergeist, straightened to his usual height and spun on his heel to look in the opposite direction. Vito was an angry child that refused to look his superior – nature - in the eyes.

From where Vito stood, he could still see the electric tips of several wands – reminding Vito of the fact that he was standing at the very edge of a raging storm.

Where was a plaything when you needed it most?

Ne'Os had just escaped Shacklebolt and Thaor it was rather quite smart the way he did it making himself near invisible and then using lightning to destroy the ropes binding him. Although what he didn't notice due to the adrenaline from escaping was that he had barely hit his leg luckily the electricity cauterized the wound but now it only hurt enough to make want to throw up at every step. He also noticed his head hurt to from being slammed into the wall. Also luckily the adrenaline wore off just as he reached the dock attached to the lake so had his disillusionment charm. Not noticing Vito he sat down on the edge and pulled up his pant leg to examined the wound.

looking at it in disgust he let his pant leg fall back to his shoe as he went into thought about all the useless injury's his vampire blood he used to have would have cured him. He had been hit in the shoulder by sectumsempra by Thaor which was still barely bleeding, blasted into a wall by Shacklebolt which had caused a minor concussion, and then burned his own leg with lightning in his attempt to escape. He cursed his weak amount of magic not allowing him to use a vanishing charm. He came back to reality and looked out across the lake and let out a sigh not trying to look surprised as he finely caught sight of the reflection of Vito in the water.

After being dragged into the battle on the grounds against her will, Kaily fought to make her way to where she thought she would be safe. To a place where she could tend to her wounds. Her legs burned as she walked to the lake. Her flesh having been pierced by the vines that had been sent at her by a Death Eater. Her leg was bleeding badly and she lacked more strength and usual. She was getting weaker by the minute.No by the second. Having been born fragile, and now losing this much blood, she doubted she would make it through that night.

Finally, she was able to squirm her way out of the battle, and she broke into a little run to get down to the lake. But her legs soon gave out on her and she fell near one of the trees. As she landed on the ground, there was a sound of branches snapping underneath her. One of these branches pierced her already opened skin. She let out a small yelp and quickly covered her mouth, so she didn't alert anyone she was there.

She looked over at the lake and saw someone was there. They didn't seem like someone she needed to get close to, so she tried to stay quiet and remove the branch in her leg.