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Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts (6&7th yrs) Dec 7, 2012 19:03:07 GMT -8

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James was more than a little astonished when Professor Riddle had praised him for his choice in spells. He had even awarded Gryffindor a point towards the house cup, which filled him with a small sense of pride. James returned the Professors smile with a small one of his own. His nerves were starting to fade, and he was slowly creeping back into the swing of lessons. Though he was still weary of this new teacher, he was certainly going to make the best of the year by utilizing Riddle's knowledge of offensive spells.

'Leave it to Bellatrix to jump straight at the blasting spells. Let's be a little more creative and less brash now, shall we?' James thought to himself, refraining from rolling his eyes. He could see a connection between Riddle and Bellatrix, which was to be expected. She was a prefect in the Slytherin house, which he just so happened to be the head off. He didn't want to show any signs of disrespect, and give the Professor just cause to remove points from their house. Of course, he found that he didn't need to make any gesture in the slightest in order to lose points, as he subtracted one for Sirius giving an incorrect answer. It was bit of a ludicrous method of teaching, he'd never seen a Hogwarts Professor remove points for a student actually trying. Regardless of his belief that Riddle was being biased, he kicked Sirius lightly in the shin. They had, after all, lost house points!

At the mention of proper dueling stances, James felt his ears perk up a bit. He listened keenly as his Professor demonstrated and differentiated between the two most widely used stances of proper dueling. The three-quarters stance was considered to be a more elegant pose, stating to your opponent that you accept their challenge and did not fear them. However, James couldn't help but agree that the closed stance seemed to be much more effective in evading attacks. He made a mental note to practice both stances when he and Sirius got together to have a practice match. Maybe they could gather a few other Gryffindor's and head to his personal favorite place in Hogwarts, the Room of Requirement, for a little impromptu dueling session.

Before that, James would have to study up on different stances. He wondered curiously what other stances would be useful. Certainly the Guarded Serpent was effective, although it was considered to be a cowardly pose. One stood crouched low and side long, with their wand hand pulled back, yet pointed at their foe. The other hand was held flat out against opponent, to wordlessly defend against incoming spells. Though it was not brave, it was also a fairly efficient stance, but James was determined to think of an even better one. This could prove to be rather enjoyable.

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Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts (6&7th yrs) Dec 8, 2012 17:53:16 GMT -8

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Lucius Malfoy was supposed to be in Defense Against the Dark Arts right now. The prospect of him moving, however, remained to be seen.

He was lying on his back on the floor of the Slytherin Common Room, adjacent to the fireplace. This probably looked a bit silly and perhaps even concerning to anyone who would have walked by, but no one did, and Lucius’s giving-a-damn-about-what-people-thought-of-him gauge had met its quota for the day. He reveled in the dark and dankness of the Dungeon, the only source of light being provided by the windows and the greenish-gloom of the Black Lake on the other side. It was so rare he was given this kind of solace. He laid with one hand tucked underneath his head, while his other held a book toward the flickering light of the nearby flames.

Muggle literature was not something he was previously well-informed of nor especially liking toward. His notes in Muggle Studies had, of course, glossed over certain writers of esteemed achievement – Oscar Wilde, Dostoevsky, Ayn Rand, in particular – but Lucius had never deigned to consider these figures before. It was not often that a Slytherin opted to take a Muggle Studies class. Admittedly, Lucius had dreaded every hour he had to discern and discuss Muggle ways of living since his third year, but he had undertaken the course for two reasons: the first, he had been thirteen at the time he enrolled, and consequently was still boyish and immature. He thought it might be funny to take the class and poke fun at those poor Muggles, not to mention the ninnies that sympathized. Even still, Lucius was a considerably bright boy and even then, had known where his future was headed. Some ignorant purists might think it best to stick their heads in the sands and ignore the Muggle infestation. But Lucius knew better. Here was an opportunity to know and even understand the enemy, resulting in his surprising enrollment. According to his research on Muggles, Aristotle – ironically, enough – thought similarly.

The said Muggle book was The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath. Last week, Lucius had read her collection of poems. In the privacy of his dormitory, of course, and with the help of Lumos Maxima underneath the bed covers. The book took place in the wake of the execution of Julias and Ethel Rosenburg – he had made a note in the margins to look up who they were – in America. They had been electrocuted, which Lucius had learned in his first year of Muggle Studies, was as form of execution. Lucius had never read something so compelling; the words stayed with him even when he closed the cover.

If his father saw him now…

“Blast,” he muttered, glancing up at the clock. It was the first class of the year. He couldn’t afford to be late, not in the midst of everything.

Five minutes late. He was five minutes late by the time he left the Slytherin Common Room. He would be fifteen minutes by the time he got there. Maybe ten minutes if he made a run for it. But he wouldn’t make a run for it.

He slid into the room quietly, not even pausing to make a brief apology. The only open seat left was one on the other side James Potter, in the back of the room. Not having much choice, but also liking the idea of sitting in the very back, he took it and slumped into his seat. Running a hand along his chin, he realized he had even forgotten to shave this morning. He probably looked like a mess.

Lucius only half-listened as the discussion wore on. Attack spells. Dueling. Projects. It was all the same.

A year ago, he would have leapt at the chance to show off his dueling knowledge and skills to the praise of professors and classmates. A year ago, he would have openly laughed at Sirius’ reprehension. He might have even made a patronizing response or too. A year ago, he wouldn’t have been caught dead sitting beside that Potter boy. He wouldn’t have arrived to a DADA class supremely late, listless, and completely detached.

But now, he wouldn’t even care if the ground opened up and swallowed him whole.

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Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts (6&7th yrs) Dec 9, 2012 9:17:50 GMT -8

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Mikael let his mind wander as he waited for class to start. Of course it was short lived as Atlanta scared him half to death. He laughed as she whispered to him. He frowned at her and playfully nudged her as she sat. "Nothing thus..." he cut off by Professor Riddle beginning class. He quickly shut up and paid attention. Last thing he needed was to screw up on the first day.

Prof. Riddle seemed to have a really vicious and scary view of the dark arts. But Mikael couldn't help but agree with him that the best way to learn was to attack. Defense spells only worked for so long and the best defense was a solid offense. His dad had taught him that many years ago, granted he meant on the ice and not with lethal spells. He kept quiet as the other students named some attacking spells. He always feared losing points for his house and not raising his hand seemed to be the most surefire way to prevent such embarrassment.

When he heard him mention a dueling partner he nudged Lanta again. Knowing the competitive drive that they both possessed, it seemed like fun to duel against one another. Though he doubted if he could actually hurt her on purpose. But hopefully that competitive drive would allow them to have some good duels.

He smiled as Professor Riddle brought up the types of stances, he knew them well. Well he knew the major one and had seen the other one. He had no idea how he would find another one, he didn't know such a thing existed. He would have to really research this one. He knew everyone wanted to impress the new professor and Mikael didn't know why but he found himself amongst that group.

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Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts (6&7th yrs) Dec 9, 2012 10:36:11 GMT -8

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First conclusion of the Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts class. It was full of bloodthirsty morons without a spec of artistry. Second conclusion. Sirius Black would spend majority of this class furious. One point taken for an answer that Professor Riddle didn't think counted as a real offensive spell. Clearly he had never thought to bring down the ceiling on someone's head. Nor had he thought that depending on where they were, it could be exceptionally damaging to one's opponent. If they were above sewers where alligators were known to lurk, well, your foe would be falling into the clutches of many sharp teeth with the singular thought of lunch. Quite offensive if that were the case.

Clearly though, this giant piece of work was only looking for glaringly obvious and couldn't think beyond the end of his nose. The irritated Gryffindor glared angrily at his text book, completely ignoring James since he was the only bloody reason he was even in this stupid class. Being kicked for trying and giving an elitest an answer he didn't approve of was going to just piss him off more if he paid it any mind.

Honestly, how did this "professor" plan on teaching this class? No one would be willing to offer answers soon enough if he was going to deduct points for simply trying and not being right one hundred percent of the time. If Riddle continued that, brother or not, he would leave James to his devices in this class as he wouldn't stand for more pure blood idiocy than strictly necessary. Given that he got that in overabundance at home, it was saying something that he was even giving this class a few more lessons to prove itself worth the aggravation.

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Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts (6&7th yrs) Dec 9, 2012 21:19:19 GMT -8

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Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Dec 9, 2012 21:19:19 GMT -8

For a moment, she felt herself stunned by his answer. Of course she wanted to kill them; that was the whole point, right? She bit down on her lip, trying not to show that she was disappointed in what he was saying. But slowly his expression changed, as did his words. Suddenly he was rewarding her. But he was also causing her to think. Perhaps there was more than just being so...forward with one’s intentions. Sure, Confringo would have done the job, but the person also would have been splattered across the nearest wall...and - provided that they had information that Bells might have wanted - she would most certainly not want them dead. ‘But it’s just so fun to do...’ Her mind groaned, trying not to let her slip away into the area of thought. Bellatrix felt like she was going to explode into a million pieces as soon as she made eye-contact with Riddle. It seemed as if her entire mental battle that she had just been waging fell to the wayside. She could see a look pass over Riddle’s clouded expression that only she was supposed to have seen; one that rather resembled the prideful glances that she had received during her personal sessions with the man.

Then, as soon as it began, Riddle’s attention was diverted elsewhere. She couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that he was no longer looking directly at her, then again, she was happy to hear that he was scolding her blood-traitor cousin for his...idiotic answer. She nearly snickered to herself and turned fully around in her chair, casting a glance in their direction. They were such bloody idiots, ”Learn the difference between offensive and defensive.” She growled, her eyes glaring at her most hated cousin, ”It’s no wonder that your quidditch team sucks as bad as it does, Gryffindork-” It was then that she saw that Lucius had entered class - late she might add. She gave him a long glance before mouthing, ”You’re tardy-” In his direction and then promptly turning around and pretending as if she hadn’t been talking out of turn. She folded her arms across her chest, not even bothering to take notes. What Riddle was saying was interesting, that was for certain, but she had heard it all before; after all, dueling was one of her favorite pastimes.

Leaning forward, she observed as he did the two different stances, taking notice of which was her favorite. She preferred neither when she really thought about it. Her father had taught her the Forward Tao Stance when he had returned home from a buisness trip in China. She had taken to the stance like a cactus to water; she loved the exotic nature of it. Legs were straight, feet pointed at the opponent in order to maximize spell power and directionality. It was the perfect position because Bells felt as if she could keep her body relaxed when not casting. That being said, it was an illegal stance in Great Britain as of late. Which meant that she was forced to use the Cobra when she wanted to play fair. A smile crossed her lips for but a fleeting moment, ‘You never play fair, Bells,’. She watched him carefully as he sipped his water and then slowly raised her hand in the air, ”Can we pick our own partners? I don’t think it would be fair to assign. Some of us might end up with someone...less than competent.” She leaned back and cast a glance in Potter and Sirius’ direction.

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Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts (6&7th yrs) Dec 10, 2012 14:27:58 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2012 14:27:58 GMT -8

Professor Riddle glared at Malfoy as he walked into his class late, he didn't care which house you were in; it was unacceptable to be late to anything, especially not his class. "So nice of you to join us Malfoy. I apologize that we started with out you, however, you'll have plenty of time to catch up this evening in detention with Filch." Professor Riddle gave a slight smirk to Malfoy, he didn't believe in giving warnings, especially not when it came to tardiness.

Professor Riddle's intial reaction was to hex Bellatrix's mouth closed for a month as she questioned his ability to assign partners. "That's fine Ms. Black, the rest of the class may choose their partners, however I would like you and Mr. Potter to be paired together. Also, in the future if you would please allow me to teach my class, I would appreciate that." Professor Riddle shot her a mildly annoyed look, letting her know that he was not pleased with her trying to dictate his class procedures. "But Please, if all of you would find a dueling partner quickly. I also ask that you all try and find someone that's on your skill level." and with that Professor Riddle sat down at his desk and motioned towards the class to go ahead and begin to form their pairs.

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Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts (6&7th yrs) Dec 11, 2012 13:26:28 GMT -8

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Atlanta realized a little too late that she had been dozing off during class, but she was happy to see that it seemed as if no one had really noticed. She yawned slightly and reached up to tuck some of her hair behind her ear, happy that she was now awake and hadn’t missed anything important, ”What’s he blubbering on about?” She asked, leaning toward Mikael and away from Zeke. She just couldn't stand that slimy snake being any where near her...there was something off about him and she couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she knew that Zeke Maxwell was more trouble than he was worth. She realized then that the Professor was talking about finding dueling partners. She knew better than waiting around to let someone choose her because it was probably going to be the creeper Zeke next to her so she immediately threw her hand on Mikael’s hand and looked over at him.

”Partners?” She asked with a wicked grin, hoping that he would say yes. The pair of them seemed to be on the same level intellectually, so that would be a big help. Even though he was a year behind her, they had a lot in common so she didn’t have to worry about getting bored during their sessions. She could just have fun practicing dueling - which she would add that she was not very good at if she was being completely honest, ”Seriously-” She practically whispered, trying to give him puppy dog eyes, ”If you’re not my partner, I’ll be stuck with Zeke. And he’s...awful-” She said, winking at Mikael and hoping to Merlin that he would say yes; she was all but out of options at the moment.

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Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts (6&7th yrs) Dec 11, 2012 17:38:31 GMT -8

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As if James wasn't frustrated enough with the class after having points given and subsequently removed, Lucius Malfoy had just entered class, very tardy, and chosen the seat next to him. Needing no more cause to lose his house precious points, he refrained from making any jesting comments at the boy. What was his problem, anyway? He was in Slytherin, shouldn't he be hanging upon Professor Riddles every word like the rest of his gang? Not to mention, he looked every bit a bloody mess. He was unshaved and his clothes were disheveled, which was very much peculiar for Malfoy. Generally speaking, he pranced around in an authoritative fashion acting as if he was superior to all others, and he damn well dressed the part. Something had...changed in him, to say the least. James turned his attention back to his teacher, after promptly deciding to do a bit of investigating with Sirius later that evening.

As his mind unclouded and refocused on the current lesson, he couldn't help the choke that almost escaped his throat at the first words he heard his professor mutter. He was partnered with Bellatrix? What kind of demented form of punishment was that? Professor Riddle was clearly not an unintelligent man, and therefore he must have realized that he and Bellatrix Black would seek to destroy each other in a wizarding duel. Perhaps that was what the professor wanted, to see just how far he could push his students before the snapped and attempted murder on their classmates. It was almost as if he yearned for them to unleash some seriously dark spells. If James was going to be completely honest with himself, he wasn't sure that he would want to hold back. After all, the girl and her deliriously self righteous family had all but tortured his best friend for the vast majority of his life.

Instead of retaliating with a snarky comment or a mischevious glare, James chose to be cordial to both Bellatrix and Professor Riddle regarding the matter, though it was clearly a façade. "Well, Bellatrix, I'm looking forward to our little...practice." He offered courteously. James felt a steady stream of adrenaline rush through his veins at the very thought of dueling with Bellatirx. He was more than positive that she would not think twice about battling full force, which might give him useful insight into the rumors that had been buzzing about Hogwarts recently. Tales that stated Bellatrix was studying dark and disturbing magic, possibly even unforgiveable curses or the like. This pairing, though not ideal for a simple practice session, had the potential to be enlightening on his friends dearest cousin.

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Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts (6&7th yrs) Dec 11, 2012 22:42:41 GMT -8

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At Professor Riddle’s curt punishment, Lucius nodded and sunk further back into his chair. “Whatever you say, Professor.” He couldn’t say he was especially surprised. The term was early, yet students had already begun lamenting about how strict Riddle’s teaching style was. Overly formal, quick to dock points, and possessing little tolerance for nonsense, it was becoming increasingly clear to all students that Riddle was not a professor to be trifled with. If anything, Lucius had gotten off lucky with just one detention. It would be fine. Detention with Filch was frequently in the dungeons and it would give him an excuse to avoid his friends who had become a bit of a burden lately. Right now, the more pressing problem was finding a suitable dueling partner, and the pickings were slim.

There was a Hufflepuff girl and a Ravenclaw boy he didn’t know nor recognize, though they’d appeared to already paired themselves off. There was Zeke who he didn’t know particularly well , but might not be too awful. There was a Slytherin girl he’d seen about a few times, but again, did not know very well. Vicky, whom he’d had the displeasure of meeting in the library. He doubted Sirius would be up for partnering up, and Lucius couldn’t say he was especially amendable to that, either. And then there was the curious pairing of Bellatrix and Potter.

The latter was particularly laughable, and managed to perk up Lucius’s mood a bit. In fact, he wouldn’t mind getting a seat to watch that show. His bet was on Bellatrix, of course. She was ruthless, and he doubted that sniveling Gryffindor could duel worth a damn.

At this point, Lucius decided he didn’t very much care who his partner was. It was a project, and what had to be done, had to be done. No point in pissing off Riddle further, anyway.[/size][/color]

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Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts (6&7th yrs) Dec 12, 2012 15:34:06 GMT -8

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Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Dec 12, 2012 15:34:06 GMT -8

Bellatrix felt her jaw drop open in surprise. She had not seen that one coming. Sure, she had been assigned to partners in her life and she normally took it like a champ: hexing them every time that they got out of line...but Potter? Potter? She couldn’t believe that she had been assigned to be his partner. She felt her eyes flash up to Riddle where she gave him a nasty look. She knew she would probably pay for her in-sub-ordinance later, but right now, she couldn’t see past the anger that was flaring up in her veins. Slowly, she spun around, her eyes searching the back row for the partner that she knew was there. Finally, she locked eyes on him much like a missile locking coordinates on a target. Slowly she opened her mouth and then closed it, unsure of what to say in return to his little...comment.

”Can’t say that I feel the same,” Bells announced to James, pushing some of her dark hair over her shoulder and snarling up her nose in a show of disgust, ”Do try and prove to be a challenge, Potter. I do love playing with my food. And don’t bring you little mudblood girlfriend around-” She breathed as she narrowed her eyes in his general direction. She wasn’t sure what he was playing at, but she knew that what they were about to get in to probably wouldn’t be good for either one of them. She could only imagine what their little practice would have in store. She turned around so that she was facing the front of the room again. She would probably be getting in trouble for starting drama in the middle of the classroom setting, but she honestly didn’t care. Riddle was an idiot if he thought that her and Potter were going to do anything except for trying to kill each other.

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Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts (6&7th yrs) Dec 12, 2012 20:09:12 GMT -8

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Mikael kept a straight face throughout the class, no matter how much he was enjoying this class with Atlanta by his side. He found it best to keep a straight face during the class. Good, bad or indifferent. He enjoyed the banter of Potter and Black. He was glad he was one of the quieter in the group because he did not want to deal with being abused in front of the whole class. He would prefer to stay hidden in the middle of the class with Atlanta and some Slytherin dude, who Atlanta seemed to be moving further and further away from as the class wore on. Moving Lanta closer to Mikael, he would have to thank that guy the next time he saw him. Professor Riddle was still giving him the creeps but he liked that he was letting them pick partners. It gave him a chance to really practice with someone he trusted, instead of someone blowing up his nose.

He shrugged when she first asked him. As if he hadn’t been hoping to work with her. He gave her one of her wicked grins and pretended to be thinking about his options. He smiled as she gave him the puppy dog eyes. It took everything in him not to laugh out loud. He leaned in whispering to her “Come on that’s not fair. Puppy dog eyes. Now how can I say no to that” he smiled and nudged her softly as he turned back to face the front of class. Maybe this class could be a great one, plus he learned the name of the dude next to him. Zeke. He felt the sudden urge to punch him, just from his name. But Mikael would never, he never fought with his fists. Now his wand was a totally different story.

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Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts (6&7th yrs) Dec 14, 2012 9:53:28 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2012 9:53:28 GMT -8

The blood beneath James' skin began to boil, his fingers were clenched in a tight fist causing the knuckles in his hand to become an iridescent, angry white. How DARE she speak of HIS Lily in such a venomous tone? As for this Professor Riddle, regardless of his stance on blood status, Hogwarts has never tolerated this kind of discrimination before. He had a duty to this school, to maintain peaceful order between the students without the bias of Houses or blood purity. James was certainly not going to allow Bellatrix to disrespect his girlfriend with such malicious hatred. Without caring in the slightest that he was interrupting class, James shoved his desk forward, and stood up. The books on the desk belonging to him, Sirius, and Lucius slid haphazardly across the table, some teetering on the edge while others collapsed and scattered across the floor. His eyes were currently glossed over with vehemence, blinders set only on his target as he sauntered towards the head of the class. He stood directly in front of Bella, slamming his hands firmly on the table and looking her dead in the eye.

"Well, well, Bellatrix, do I detect a hint of...jealousy? Lily does, after all, possess the highest marks this academy has seen in over a quarter century. Does it irk you that a muggleborn is in better academic standing then you, a pureblood of the 'Most Noble and Ancient House of Black?'" James taunted, bitterness dripping from his lips. "Perhaps if you had half the wit as Lily, you'd have been clever enough to shut your repulsive trap before now." he added spitefully, grabbing his wand and aiming it at Bellatrix. The adrenaline was pumping through his whole body now, and he felt as if every inch of his being could catch fire at any given moment. " Come now, Bells, why don't we give our little dueling practice a go right here, right now?" he mocked, exacerbating the situation further. James was ready for this, he'd been waiting for a chance to take on Bellatrix since the minute he'd walked though the Gates of Hogwarts for the first time, all those years ago. The abhorrence between the rivals had continued to augment since their earliest meeting.

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Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts (6&7th yrs) Dec 15, 2012 11:49:07 GMT -8

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Atlanta felt herself playfully punch Mikael’s arm when he pretended to be thinking about the answer to her question, ”C’mon don’t leave me hanging...”

[/b] She said, bating her eyelashes in his direction. She couldn’t stop thinking about that morning on the pitch when he had played her for a fool and managed to snag the tennis ball right back from her when she had shown a moment of weakness. In her own way, that almost made her more competitive toward him; she wanted to prove to him that she wasn’t always so gullible or easily swayed. The puppy dog eyes were the ones that would get him, she knew that for certain. And just like that, he folded and agreed to be her partner. She smiled brilliantly, ”You’re the best-”[/b] She said as she went back to facing the front of the classroom just like Mikael.

It was then that she really tuned in to what was going on around her. Bellatrix and James seemed to be causing quite the ruckus a for a moment, Atlanta couldn’t tear her eyes away. It was like a train wreck that just kept happening...over and over again. It was horrifying and yet, she couldn’t seem to look away from the bloody thing. Bellatrix said something about mudbloods and immediately Lanta knew how James was going to take it. She had seen him and knew that he was rather proud and didn’t take that kind of language from anyone; things were about to get interesting.

Without fail, the room was suddenly hyper aware of the situation that was at hand. Riddle stood in the front of the room, but it seemed as if everyone else had fallen to the chaos around them. James was standing up, pointing his wand at Bellatrix and taunting her and Lanta knew that could only mean bad news for everyone that was in the room. Immediately, she ducked and slipped under her desk and then pulled at Mikael’s leg, ”If you would like to live to see another day, I suggest that you come down here this instant.”[/b] She hissed and then offered him a tiny wink. She knew that it couldn’t possibly get that bad, but she was most certainly wary of curses that were off their mark. She had once gotten caught in a fire fight between Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange and it was the nastiest thing that she had ever seen. She wasn’t going to risk it again.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

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Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts (6&7th yrs) Dec 17, 2012 8:13:55 GMT -8

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Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Dec 17, 2012 8:13:55 GMT -8

Bellatrix was facing the front of the room, twiddling her thumbs in front of her, a devilish smile playing on her lips. She loved the fact that she had gotten away with telling James how she really felt about his mudblood girlfriend. She was pathetic and everyone in Slytherin knew that Lily Evans was a tosser who didn’t deserve to attend this prestigious school. Hogwarts was meant for those pure of blood and pure of mind and it seemed as if the stupid girl was neither. Lost in her own thoughts, Bellatrix hardly noticed that James had crossed all the way around the room until he slammed his fists into her desk. Instead of jumping like her body wanted to do in reaction, Bells leaned forward, her eyes a live wire touching her soul. In this moment she felt so alive. She could practically smell the territorial scent that James was emitting as he stood in front of her. She had hit a nerve with the Lily business, she could see it in his eyes. He looked as if he wanted to kill her and for a moment, she recognized the same targeted look from her own repertoire. James was like an animal that had locked on to the scent and was unable to let go and for a moment, she simply raised both of her eyebrows at him..

”Academics are all find and good, Potter,”

[/b] Bellatrix spat, ”But when it comes right down to it, who’s going to hire a pathetic little mudblood with a squib sister when they could have a Black?”[/b] She threw back, her fingertips running down the desk and toward her body. She could feel her wand pressed into her side in her pocket and knew that this was about to escalate very quickly. She couldn’t wait. The familiar pounding of her heart was beginning; the same feeling she got when she played dirty in the dueling club. And then, as if on cue, James pointed his wand directly at Bellatrix. Almost immediately she grabbed her wand and stood up, flipping her chair as she did. ‘How dare Potter think that he can out-duel me!’ She said, her eyes narrowing in dangerous anger, ”Oh yes, let’s.”[/b] She growled, ”Shall we follow proper dueling procedure or-”[/b] She paused just for but a moment as she narrowed her eyes even further and circled him like a hawk. She knew that she never played fair, but she figured that she would at least give him the idea that she did, ”Potter, Potter, Potter-”[/b] She breathed her fingertips tightening on her wand.

The circling seemed to continue endlessly until out of the blue, Bellatrix’s wand was raised and, ”Expulso!”[/b] Flew from her lips with as much fury as she could imagine. The light erupted from her wand, going directly toward James with every intention of knocking him away from her and into the nearest wall.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

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Mikael smiled as Lanta took his hint and agreed to be partners. His joy was short lived though as he began to realize what was going on right now. He watched as the true tempers of Red and Gold faced off with the Wicked witch of the green and silver. The two were stretching their dominance and it was a battle of two of the strongest in the school. Mikael was definitely cheering for Potter on this one.

He began to chuckle quietly as he watched the beginning of the duel. As he was smiling he felt a pull on his leg. He looked down to see Lanta was on the floor. He looked at her puzzled. He listened as she spoke and saw her wink. "Tempting but there is no way I am missing this" As he finished his statement Bellatrix screamed from across the room, sending a spell towards James. It whizzed right by his nose.

He slowly slid down on to the floor next to Atlanta. "Yeah maybe on second thought I'll come on down here." He thought this was already getting bad and it could only get worse. At least this way he could stay safe and get close to Atlanta all at the same time. Seemed to be a great combination to Mikael. Maybe he could still see the fight from down here anyway.