Roleplay Log: The Lioness and the Snake

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Lansing had, of course, been out on the Quidditch pitch, and thus, after strutting her stuff throughout the corridors of Hogwarts, had decided it was best to crash where she most likely wouldn't be bothered - the Clock Tower. The place was generally quiet when she arrived, but it tended to be a little more populated while she was awake. Confusing, really, but she hoped this time would be a good deal different. She'd probably been asleep for an hour or so, the hood pulled up on her Quidditch robes and her face nuzzled into a pillow, her back facing the world with the majority of her body hidden by the back of the couch and various pillows. Her broom - the newest and best make they had - had fallen upon her while she slept, and thus, with bristles in her face, she slept soundly, quite glad for the small break from her barely-stressed life.

Gwendolyn Fletcher had been in the library, doing research on a few dark spells. When it had gotten too crowded (really, a library being a social hangout?), Gwen decided to head towards the Clock Tower. Usually the common room was also crowded with her fellow housemates or even the Quidditch players. Carrying a few books in hand and making her way up the stairs, the Slytherin realized she wasn't alone. Not only was there another person, but a Gryffindor Quidditch player. My luck. As luck would have it, however, the girl was sleeping. Putting the books on the table nearby, Gwen grabbed a book and sat on the couch away from the girl, opening the dusty book to begin her research.

Lansing twitched in her sleep enough to cause her broom to clatter to the floor, causing her to jump and clatter to the floor as well, bringing about wild grunts of frustration. Who the hell decided to play this trick?! Rubbing the back of her head, she grumbled as she sat up, her hood covering her eyes and making her blind. Pulling her knees up and spreading her legs about shoulder's width, throwing her arms ontop and letting her head droop between her knees. Nice headrush. When everything cleared, she lifted her hood slightly and looked, noticing the girl with a solemn nod. "Did you wake me up?" Lance wasn't angry, really. She was much too groggy to be such.

Gwendolyn Fletcher arched an eyebrow as the broom clattered to the ground. Soon, as the Gryffindor rolled to the ground, Gwen let out a cold laugh. Oh man, that was good. She shook her head. "I didn't wake you, sweetheart. That broom did," her tone wasn't harsh, but in a way anyone would find uncomfortable. "I came her just to read," she pulled her book up, revealing The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts.

Lansing twitched. Sweetheart? Lance definitely didn't approve. "I wouldn't call me sweetheart if I were you." Or you might get a broken face. Lance's patience had been tried one too many times, and eventually, she would snap fiercely, much like a rubberband. "They've got libraries and common rooms for reading." Excuses, excuses. She just wanted this chick to leave, or Lance might as well grab her broom and head down to the dormitories. If anyone ran into her, she could hit them with her broom...

Gwendolyn Fletcher smirked. She liked this girl's attitude. "Yeah and libraries and common rooms are also for socializing these days. Funny, eh?" Gwen folded the corner of the page and closed the book, putting it down beside her. "Go back to bed. It was better when you were a sleeping lion." Rolling her eyes, the Slytherin grabbed her book and walk towards the table with her pile, looking through the old Dark Arts books. "I can't concentrate with your roars."

Lansing twitched again. Might as well not mention that she was probably more serpentine in nature. What was up with everyone immediately calling her a lion, though? First the cowardly lion, then a sleeping lion. Well, if she was a lion, damn well be a fierce one. "It's the lions that sleep twenty-three hours a day. It's the lionesses that prowl and get pissed at anyone who do everything. So, I'll say roar whatever the hell I bloody want, and if you don't like it, you can go read or be social elsewhere, since this is my territory, and you're lucky I haven't chansed you out."

Gwendolyn Fletcher turned around to look the Gryffindor in the eye. "Lion also spend fifty minutes eating. Some pigs, I say." She broke eye contact and laughed. "Geez, you younger lions sure are hilarious. And your territory? Did you mark your territory on the couch while you were sleeping?" She began flipping her pages through an old book with a dusty gray cover.

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Lansing grumbled slightly. "Being active requires I eat a lot, does it not?" She continued to lack eyecontact with the Slytherin - in the animal world, it surely meant a challenge - and instead her bright green eyes stared lazily at the floor, eyelids still droopign from her nap previous. "My territory is marked by my very presense, actually." She looked up, glaring at the Slytherin from just under the brim of her hood, though her eyes weren't easily visible. Instead, the rest of those perfect facial features were. "To intrude is complete idiocracy. After all, you must take into account," she paused, removed her hood to show off - somehow - untouched hair and blazing green eyes, "that being a lion means I could most likely step on you and crush you." Might as well toot her own horn. She felt her wand pressing against her calf in her quidditch boots - ah yes, shall she might as well mention her natural gift in dueling?

Gwendolyn Fletcher kept her eyes train on the book on the table infront of her, back to the Gryffindor. "Crush me," Gwen scoffed, "I'd like to see you try, sweetheart." Her back was still facing the blonde as she continued flipping pages in the old book. "Are you afraid to get yourself dirty?" Her dark brown eyes met green ones. "I don't care whose lion's den this belongs to. Us snakes can go where ever we please."

Camile Blackfire walked up the familiar steps and saw lots of people sitting in the Clock tower already. Dropping her books off at the table, she walked over to the group of people and said with a big smile on her face, "Hey guys! Whats going on? sorry i really had to pee! and there was a whole bunch of people there. UH! It was insane!" she said looking from one friend to the next.

Kristyne Coratox heaved her bag, her muscles felt weary- as she entered in she noticed something stirring; a worry passed her and slowly she'd edge towards the near seat by the entrance/exit... she felt like panicking, remembering the centaur incident with the Slytherin- but was relaxed by the fact there was no centaur for an older student to pester and insult.

Thaddeus Wickham had himself a nice exploratory walk. He was lost in thought, just allowing his feet to take him wherever they liked. A book under one arm, the cover without a title, was held onto tightly as he walked, head down a bit, staring at the floor as he opened one door to find a nice group of people about. Not wanting to seem completely random or weird, the first year shuffled in nonchalantly and cleared his throat - almost as if giving everyone the signal to carry on with their activities. Slipping into a seat, the unhappy-looking Ravenclaw would stretch himself right out, arms flopping in the air before they were brought to rest behind his head. Glancing around, he could defer that there was some kind of tension in the room. An eyebrow would arch some and he pursed his lips, looking at each person to find who was causing this dreadful feeling. Two Ravenclaws? Certainly not. A Gryffindor and a Slytherin? That was most definately the source. Oho! Cat fight. Thaddeus Wickham allowed a smile to spread across his young features, green hues landing on the two as if they were on a center stage and about to perform the show of their lives. This ought to be good, he thought, remaining relaxed, although instincts would much rather have him get up and leave. But no, where was the fun in that?

Lansing. Despite the grogginess that clutched Lance, she was suddenly nimble enough to kick off the ground and stand at the one word - sweetheart. Swiftly, while standing, she plucked her wand from her boot and clutched it tightly in her fist. Long legs only meant it took one or two steps to get in the Slytherin's face, her quidditch robes billowing behind her as they attempted to keep up. Her green eyes, once blazing with challenge had suddenly gone dark, seemign to lose all emotion. Her face, though, was lined with a seriousness that was borderline terrifying. Never anger a fearless lion. Quite apathetic to any audience that might be present - they were all collateral damage at this point - she gripped her wand and, ignoring the talk of others, she lifted her want and twirled her wrist fiercely in the Slytherin's direction. "Everte Statum!"

Gwendolyn Fletcher soon realized she and the Gryffindor were not alone. As fate would have it, three Ravenclaws made there way in shortly after one another. God damn it, now a bunch of birds? Her eyes darted back to the blonde as she got up and into her face. As the Gryffindor quickly took out her wand, Gwen reached for hers, but was flown onto the table, hitting the pile of books, and dropping her wand next to her. "You little wench," the brunette snarled as she grabbed her wand and aimed it towards the Gryffindor, "Expelliarmus!" If this spell were to suceed, it would buy Gwen enough time.

Camile Blackfire looked from one to the other and dropped the smile. All she could do was stand there and watch the two girls fight. When Lance pulled out her wand, and it hit Gwen, all Cam did was look shocked. Well i'll just let the two fight it out. Cant be that bad? Can it? Her jaw dropped and just stood there. When common sense actually came back to her, she sat back down with her books and pulled out a muggle bag of chips. Guilty Pleasure. and all she could do was offer them to Thad or Kris saying, "They're really good. Trust me!" she said. still a bit shocked at what was happening before her.

Blaine Underwood sat in the corner and watched the two girls having at it. If only he had some popcorn for entertainment. It took all his willpower to keep himself from mimicing cat-like noises as the fighting began to get ugly. Hot. Blaine thought to himself, with a grin.

Kristyne Coratox as Kris saw it, the Gryffindor was being very troublesome but she had no proof that maybe the other had provoked it- She knew she was going to end up in trouble, and if the spell the stranger cast worked or even failed; wand would be seized from her robes and she would stand in a panic of sorts, the first year ravenclaw yelled and aimed to the Gryffindor troublemaker of sorts- " Petrificus Totalus!" however some factors seemed to put it down, lack of practice- and her poor aim.... she would bite her tongue in fear as she watched any occurances.

Thaddeus Wickham was more than enthusiastic as the ladies started up their incantations, sending them across the room and sprawling all about. Was great fun for the male, as it was for Blaine. When chips were offered, he would start to reach for them until... Blast her! Kris got right on up with her stage fright legs. Thad could have sworn he could hear her knees knocking together. When she uttered such a spell, her voice highly pitched and her actions jerky with urgency, Thad sighed, hand falling away from the bag of chips. A glance was given to Camile before he shrugged some. Hey, he was fine with other people getting into fights but when it involved a fellow first year of his own house? Well, that was different. While Kris went after Lance, Thad got up to his feet with a lazy sense of motion - more or less like he was about to yawn and walk right out without a care. Instead, wand was produced and carefully pointed to the Slytherin. "Expelliarmus," he uttered; concentrated, calm, simple.

Lansing grinned when her spell hit, and Lance nearly broke out into laughter when the Slytherin flew backwards. Although, it wasn't long before Lance gripped her wand again, in an attempt to defend herself. "Prot-!" Before being able to protect herself, she was flung back, her wand dislodged from her grip - causing the Ravenclaw's spell to miss Lance - her body crumpling up against the base of the couch ( her body had done a nice backflip, causing her face to ram into the couch, leaving a nice bloodied lip ) and her hand outreached for her wand that slowly rolled back under her fingers. Her face, most likely red with anger, was lifted off the floor as she stood. She took off her quidditch robes and threw them onto the couch, seething. "Confringo!" The audience was beginning to get annoying, and thus, after her spell towards the Slytherin, Lance focused on everyone else. "Bombardo!" Her wand, pointing at nearby objects and -luckily - not the students, felt suddenly like fire in her grip.

Gwendolyn Fletcher laughed as Lance's wand went flying. "That'll show you!" Getting up and hopping off the table, Gwen rolled her eyes as the Ravenclaw (What year was she anyway? Ugh who cares, she's a pest.) tried throwing a spell towards her enemy. Raising her wand to cast another spell, a masculine voice was heard and forced her wand out of her hand. "Who the hell do you think you are," she spat towards the male Ravenclaw who had done it, "This isn't your fight or your little girlfriend's!" After running around to get to her wand, Gwen heard the Gryffindor yell out another spell. Upon instinct, Gwen quickly tumbled towards the side, her back making contact with the wall. "eff," she muttered and tried aiming her wand towards the Gryffindor, but instead aiming at the other blonde, "Aguamenti!"

Camile Blackfire saw the little girl jump into the fight, What the Hell does she think she is doing? and then the little boy, Is he Crazy? and then when Gwen said the basically spat at the boy, that was the last straw. She tossed her chips to the side, whipped out her wand, licked her lips, jumped infront of the little first years where they? Who cares right now? Cam jumped infront of them and shouted "Protego!" very clearly, and forcefully, sending the water charm back in some other direction, to which she saw her books and notes and stuff get drenched in the water. She turned her eyes back to Gwen, with a "Oh no you didnt." look on her face and shouted "Locomotor Mortis!" she said. If it hit, it would lock her legs together. "It took me forever to take those notes and do that homework!"

Kristyne Coratox had been struck embarressed by the Slytherins comment- but when a spell went flying at her she went to lift her wand, only to find it unnessesary when another student- another Ravenclaw moved to block it with Protego, a slow sigh of relief would emit from her mouth and she'd glance at the boy for a second.. to see how he reacted and then attempted to stop the Gryffindors ability to fight, the Ravenclaw girl was sending at the Slytherin; and with a yell of "Stupefy!" towards.. Gryffindor girl, she kinda wished she had a name for the face- Distraction be darned, focus would be restored as she made sure her wand was aimed right. It was.. But if it would hit was another story,

Thaddeus Wickham found himself surrounded by exploding objects. Something beside him erupted, sending his book that he'd left on the table sprawling and flying elsewhere. With the time that he had, he found himself thinking, and with another Ravenclaw on their side, he found what he was looking for. In that monotone voice, he let his next incantation slide from his tongue smoothly; the Jelly Fingers curse, directed at the Gryffindor, spoken right after Kris' spell was uttered. Back up, much? He figured the other, older Ravenclaw could handle her own with the Slytherin - or at least hold her off for the moment. For all the comments were worth, they didn't seem to phase him - the exact same dull look on his features as when he'd entered the room.

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Lansing wasn't about to stick around and, as Gwen went rolling, Lance turned at everyone's distraction. Turning around to check to see what everyone was doing at this point - hopefully dodging everything and allowing Lance to get out free - she couldn't help but notice the other blonde aiming 'Stupefy' right in Lance's direction. What a rookie. "Protego!" Looking round, not really wanting to move from her safe spot, pointed her wand where she suddenly spotted her broom after it had been clearly thrown from some spell prior. Grabbing her quidditch robes off the couch which was within arm's reach, she put it on. "Accio broom!" Gripping the wood, she hopped on and looked around, hovering just over the ground. Pointing her wand at the door leaving from the Clock Tower, she opened the door wordlessly and began flying forward. Her hand clutched onto the broom, however, seemed to become useless. No doubt a Ravenclaw - she'd get back at him eventually - but for now she'd fly forward and out of the room, towards the hospital wing without further delay. Despite being the 'brave' lion, she was tainted with serpentine habits, and thus had to escape with her head.

Gwendolyn Fletcher finally stood up, feeling slight out of it with her clashing to the wall. She muttered another swear as her water went towards a bunch of notes. "Seriously, you stupid birds, get out of our way!" Before she could throw a spell towards the trio of Ravenclaws, Gwen felt her legs lock up. "Oh real funny," she snarled and leaned against the wall to aim her wand towards the three Ravenclaws. "Immobulus!" She saw her lioness fly away and rolled her eyes. "Running away from a fight, you cowardly lion," she hissed.

Camile Blackfire quickly dodged the spell, not looking to see if the others were ok, and said, "Look Gwen, i didnt come up here to fight with you, ok? and a simple spell or two can fix my notes and pieces of homework, whatever. it doesnt matter. ok?" She said in her most feisty voice, but sighed, and cleared her head. She pointed her wand over to Gwen and spoke the counter curse, to locomotor motis and grabbed her books, "I'll see you on the quidditch pitch!" she said eyeing her opponent, then grabbed her books and wet parchement and walked out, heading back to the common room to dump off her books and then go out and fly her broom.

Kristyne Coratox would be caught unprepared when an immobulus charm hit her, body freezing up a fear would overwhelm her for its course- she was unsure of what she was going to do now, hopefully the older student wouldnt hurt her.. Or perhaps the boy would be able to help.. If it didnt hit him too, This just wasnt Kris's day was it?

Thaddeus Wickham was inwardly delighted that his spell had worked, at least from what he could tell of Lance's not-so-good grip on her broom. Proud of that, really. Only, he didn't have much time to gloat or to feel anything else. His triumph quickly faded away, leaving only one thought; Oh corgi. He heard the incantation as he turned to face the Slytherin, and set his jaw firmly before he was hit with the spell; feeling himself stiffen as if super glued into place. Well... Karma, it was a real bitch.

Gwendolyn Fletcher let out a sigh of relief when her feet were free and muttered a thanks. The two left were defiantly too young to be dueling her. She smirked as the two Ravenclaws were stuck. "Alright, that's enough bird playing for one day. I need to go get these books dried and back to the library, then hit the hospital wing." She grabbed her pile of books from the table and the book from the couch. "Have fun, little brats," Gwen walked out of the clocktower, laughing along the way.

Kristyne Coratox seemed angry for once, she was trying to recall how long it took for the charm to run out- or to.. Was it one that had to be released? She did not want to be here all day! she wanted to see if she could spot Archer, or sketch some Mystical Creatures using old books as references... she spoke best she could to the remaining boy, "m Ristyne.. Kristyne- Coratox" she would clear her throat; but sadly she still couldnt move, atleast she wasnt alone.

Thaddeus Wickham was alone, with this Ravenclaw girl who'd thought she'd try something righteous and stop a possibly destructive fight between two angry witches from other houses. How noble of her. Now all Thad could really think of her was from his point of view; behind her. Stuck there, he had plenty of time to observe every curve of her body. Might as well entertain himself while he was back here, unmoving. "Hhad," he'd say, but his name didn't really come out right. Couldn't shape his 't' much.