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Post by arianna on May 28, 2007 13:13:52 GMT -5
Anger. Hurt. Betrayed. Arianna felt all of these things. But worse. Her best friend had betrayed her. This wasn't something silly like going for the same guy or skipping out on her to hang with someone else. Those hurt, too, but nothing as bad as this. One of her friends had been working with the very people who had put Arianna's life in danger and busted her knee up so badly she couldn't do any of the things she loved to do. Arianna had been letting the frustrations pass and just lived with it, but now that she could remember the face of the person who had possibly been the one to make it all possible, all that frustration was surfacing; mixing with all the other emotions simmering in her blood.
After her little interview with Felicity, Arianna hauled herself out of the library, down the corridor, and up the stairs, claiming she was just fine, though the Gryffindor most likely knew otherwise. She'd be smart to let the seventh year Raven go, though. There could be blood on the girl's hands after today and it needn't be that of someone who didn't deserve it.
Hanging a left at the top of the stairs, Arianna found herself in the trophy room. How she'd gotten here, she didn't know. She had intended to go down. Down to Hufflepuff and find the one who'd done this to her. She found herself here instead and at the moment everything broke lose. Arianna couldn't move; couldn't force herself to come out of the room. There were plenty of things here, in this room, that she could get her frustrations out on.
Arianna pulled her wand out of her pocket without even a thought of what might happen if she did this. She didn't care. All she wanted was to see some destruction. And soon that was all she did see as she tossed on hex after another at the trophy cases, sending shards of glass everywhere and being sure that any trophy or plaque bearing a Hufflepuff's name fell to the floor with a hearty thunk. At one point, she threw a hex with such viciousness, her wand flew from her hand, bouncing off the case and onto the floor. Arianna didn't bother going to pick it up. Instead, she reached down and grasped the Velcro on her brace, yanked it from her leg and chucked it, too, at the case, sending a few more trophy's toppling onto the floor. Arianna stood there a moment longer, her chest heaving, hair all amiss, then slid to the floor, knees pulled to her chest, head buried in her arms, crying amongst the mess of banged up trophies and shattered glass.
{Krissy/Nic/open}
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Post by Krissy Fleming on May 28, 2007 22:07:57 GMT -5
The hufflepuff which all this rage was directed towards just so happened to be wandering along the third floor coridor at that time. She heard the smashes and decided as head girl she should probably stop whichever holigans were defacing the school. However Krissy was all the way up the opposite end of the coridor to the trophey room and so she didn't arrive there until the destruction had stopped.
Krissy herself was on her way to the owlery to send a letter. Her hair was a mess and she hadn't slept properly for over a week. Anytime she got aleep she was woken by a dream which she had been getting snatches of since she arrived back at Hogwarts. The dream seemed somewhat familiar to her but yet she didn't have a clue where it was from. She was sure she must have dreamed it once before, before she came to Hogwarts, and yet she couldn't quite remember.
Krissy reached the trophey room door and opened it, wand at the ready, just incase it was something more sinister than children thinking if was fun to ruin all the tropheys. However as she entered she couldn't see anyone. Krissy's eyes scanned the room and then she spotted them. Or more like, her. Ari was there amid the mess, crying. Had she caused the destruction? Or had she been part of a cruel prank set against her because of her leg?
Krissy rushed into the room. "Ari?" Krissy said approaching her friend. "Are you okay?" Krissy hoped nothing bad had happened to Ari, enough bad things had happened to her already. As Krissy's eyes focussed on Ari she got a flash of the dream that had been haunting her for weeks, clearer now than it was before. Krissy shut her eyes tightly for a moment and then reopened them. This wasn't the time or the place to be worrying about her own problems. Little did she know that this was her problem.
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Post by arianna on May 30, 2007 16:33:57 GMT -5
And there she was. Arianna didn't have to go find the Hufflepuff. The Hufflepuff had found her. Somehow, despite her brace, Arianna was on her feet in a flash and lunging at the head girl. She didn't even hear, nor notice the man standing nearby. Nor would she care if she had.
"YOU!" Arianna's eyes blazed as she flew at Krissy, tackling the girl to the ground. She now sat atop her 'friend', glaring down at her, calling her every bad word she could think of in every language she knew those bad words in. "YOU DID THIS TO ME! IT'S YOU'RE FAULT! I COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED! DREW COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED! HOW COULD EVEN LIVE WITH YOURSELF AND ACT LIKE NOTHING'S HAPPENED?"
Arianna was so consumed by her anger and hurt, she didn't even know what she was doing. her hands were around Krissy's throat; not hard enough to asphyxiate, but enough to make her squirm.
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Post by Krissy Fleming on May 30, 2007 20:28:41 GMT -5
Krissy was taken aback by her friends sudden movements. She had come in there to help her, thinking she had been attacked and found now she was the one being attacked. Krissy's attention had diverted to the man who had entered when Ari made her mvoe which was probably why Ari had caught her so off her guard. Krissy's staired at her friend, not sure what was going on. What was she talking about? Krissy felt her friends hands clench around her neck and squirmed. Krissy didn't want to throw her friend off her incase she hurt her. But.. what if she started squeezing tighter. Krissy couldnt let herself get strangeled, no matter who was doing it.
Yet Krissy still made no movements to get Ari off of her. She clenched her eyes tightly for a moment. She had been strangeled before, tons of times, although never by her best friend. But as long as Ari didn't squeeze much tighter she could still breath, and still speak... just. Confusement showed all accross Krissy's face as she staired at her friend. She didn't know what Ari was talking about. "What... what do you mean?" Krissy asked Ari softly. Glimpses of er dream kept coming back to her. Why wouldn't the dream leave her alone? This was more important than her own nightmares. Or at least, thats what Krissy thought..
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Post by arianna on May 30, 2007 21:06:16 GMT -5
"DON'T YOU DARE PRETEND YOU DON'T KNOW!" Arianna pressed just a bit harder. Her lip curled in contempt as she stared down at Krissy, eyes narrowed to slits. She was clearly out of control and unless the professor stopped her, or Krissy herself was able to get out from under the Ravenclaw, things could get very ugly.
"YOU WERE THERE! YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED!" she was yelling loud enough that at any moment, other students could be poking their heads in to see what was going on. Arianna didn't care, though. She didn't care about anything but satisfying her sudden blood lust. "DID THEY OFFER YOU SOMETHING IF YOU'D KILL ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS OFF? OR WERE YOU THERE TO WATCH ME SUFFER AS YOU ASKED THOSE STUPID QUESTIONS?"
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Post by Krissy Fleming on May 30, 2007 21:26:48 GMT -5
Krissy didn't understand. Her mind was flooded with flashes of her dream. Except now Ari's face was drifting into Krissy's mind with the images from the dream. An ambulance, Ari's face, a car crash, Ari's face, a bed inside the ambulance with.. Wait why was Ari on that bed, her leg all twisted. No. Ari was confusing her brain. But what was it that Ari thought she had done? The added pressure that Ari put on Krissy's neck was beginning to get to Krissy and she coughed slightly.
Alright she needed Ari off her. Now. Krissy glanced to either side of her wondering which had the less glass on it. Krissy found the side and it was conviniently the same side that didn't had Ari's broken leg on it. Krissy propped her opposite knee up and twisted one of her hands in between Ari's. Ontop of one, above the other. It was then that Krissy twisted her weight and rolled her and Ari over so that now she was on top of Ari. Krissy was glad she had learnt that trick when she was younger. Although she winced as she did so. Her shoulder wasn't in the best shape because she had scared a firstie the other day and he had smacked her with a bat. However Krissy didn't stay on Ari, instead almost as soon as Ari wasn't on top of her and Krissy was on top of Ari Krissy moved. She didn't want to hurt her friends leg which was one of the reasons she has chosen that method of removing her friend.
Krissy scrambeled a couple paces away. Maybe Ari was imaginig her to be someone else. Although that couldn't be right. She was asking if she wanted to see her suffer. Asking if they wanted her to kill off one of her friends. Who were they? And why in the world would Krissy ever want to kill her friends. "I dont.." Krissy had no clue what was going on. Krissy shut her eyes tight once more. Another flash of the dream shot into her mind, but this one, she hadn't seen. Maybe in the first time when she had the full dream. Least Krissy was sure it was a dream. However this one was different. It had her and a voice in her head and Ari there looking injured and sore. What was going on. She didn't do this. She didn't cause Ari this much pain. Did she?
Krissy gave Ari a hurt and confused look. She wasn't sure if Ari was thinking what she was dreaming or what. It was confusing and scary. Krissy wasn't sure what to do. "I.." she staired at Ari. What was going on?
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Post by arianna on Jun 3, 2007 23:22:31 GMT -5
Arianna was taken off guard by the sudden movement from Krissy. She had expected to stay on top until she had gotten her aggression out, but suddenly found herself underneath, staring up at Krissy.
"You wanna finish it?" she practically begged for the Hufflepuff to hit her. Why not? She'd sent Arianna into the midst of those callous, cold, uncaring Deva. Krissy was probably the one who told them where she was and how to take care of her. Why wouldn't she want to continue what was started back in summer?
Krissy didn't make a move as Arianna was wanting her to, though. She moved off the Ravenclaw, leaving her staring at the ceiling in disbelief. Instead of going after the girl again, though, Arianna turned onto her side, away from Krissy and curled up into a small ball, letting herself cry again.
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Post by Krissy Fleming on Jun 4, 2007 0:03:59 GMT -5
Krissy was out of breath and didn't know what to do. Her shoulder was aceing again. She knew that was the last time she got in hitting range of a first year with a beaters bat that thinks your a swamp monster. She was upset that her friend tried to encourage her to hit her. Krissy was amazed though, that Ari didn't follow her but instead rolled over and began to cry once more. Krissy staired at her for a moment. She wasn't sure if she wanted to go to her or to keep a distance between them. Her throat told her one her heart told her the other.
Krissy's dream was still swarming through her mind. Ari had never been in her dream before. Not since the first time. The first time there was Ari and an ambulance. But Krissy didn't remember much of the dream the first time. Afterall, it had just been a dream, right? Krissy endged towards her friend once more, remaining, rather than going to her feet, but on her hands and knee's. The glass cracked beneath her weight some bits wedging themselves into her hands and knee's. Not that it mattered her back already had alot in it anyway. Krissy could feel the stinging of the pieces in her back and arms.
"Ari.." Krissy said softly, reaching her friend and tentatively reaching out and placing her arm on her friends arm. "..I don't know.." Krissy said in her confusion. She was beginning to wonder if her dream really was a dream. Was she dangerous? Did she almost kill her friend? She wasn't sure anymore. Krissy clenched her eyes tightly once more as part of the dream flew through her mind again. She didn't want to see this. "..What is this..?" Krissy wasn't exactely sure what to say. "Whats this about..?" she asked finally, still confused.
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Post by arianna on Jun 11, 2007 1:06:27 GMT -5
She barely heard a word the man had said. Even the words she did hear quickly disappeared into the void and were forgotten. Much like a dream slipping away as soon as one wakes. She heard them, but they didn't stick. The girl was too far gone in her self-pity and grief to even care. Who else was out to get her? If Krissy, her closest and bestest (to be cheesy  ) friend had given her up for...who knows what sort of gratification came from the information Arianna had given in her drugged state that day? All Arianna could think was that the one person she could tell anything to had betrayed her. Who else would do so? Drew? Allegra? No, Allegra she couldn't believe. Drew was hard to comprehend also, but still....Those little doubts were creeping in and crushing the poor girl until she felt like nothing; a piece of dust crunched underfoot and unnoticed by anyone. Arianna couldn't breathe. Everything was just too much for her to comprehend and each little doubt seemed to work like a tiny rubber band, tightening around the airways in her lungs. She clutched her hair as she gasped for what bit of breath she could get. Bits of glass, having landed in her raven hair during her earlier rampage, forced themselves into her hands, creating little pinpricks of blood on their palms. It didn't matter to Arianna, though. She could hardly feel it. She focused on breathing, despite the difficulty of it; despite the worsening feeling of drowning. She was, in essence, having an asthmatic-like attack. And a bad one at that. |
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Post by Tamis Raynor on Jun 21, 2007 19:55:20 GMT -5
Bang. Clatter. Crash. Boom. On the floor below, a peacock feather quill paused halfway through a sentence as the Deputy's gray eyes drifted to the ceiling above her head. Trophy Room. It could just be a suit of armor that got loose inside the room. The caretaker should be on it in a moment. The quill picked up the rhythm again. And then, just as she dipped it back in the inkwell: Boom. Crash. Clatter. Bang. Bang. Bang. Shatter. This time her hand slipped, knocking into the inkwell. Cursing, Raynor shot to her feet as black liquid soaked the parchment and claimed her desk.
Even the Suits of Armor were not that rambunctious. A swift wave of her wand to clean the ink and snatching her pointed hat from its hook, she was out the door -- only to be intercepted by a nerves House Elf wringing his hands on his sack. A quick explanation of what he had just seen was enough to send Tamis at a run the rest of the way down the hallway. She discarded her heeled slippers at the stairs, realizing not for the first time that they were rather impractical in such situations, and took the stairs barefoot.
A half-straggled jump over the missing step near the top, and then she had to push and shove her way through a slowly growing and rather uncomfortable crowd to get the door. What she saw threw her heart into her throat. Dear Merlin and may all high powers be merciful. It would have been easier if someone had taken and shattered a vase over her head. Though perhaps that wasn't the best thing to ask for at the moment. By the look of the room, someone might grant the request.
Trophies, some older than she was, lay in ruins around the room. Most were irreplaceable and it was doubtful even the best repairing spells wouldn't undo the damage rendered. But it was not the materialistic objects in the room that held the Professor's attention. Rather, it was the two Seventh Years in the middle of the floor, one crouching over the other, that captivated her. In a very negative way.
Without thinking, Raynor tried to rush forward into the room and grunted in pain when shards of glass littering the floor bit into the sole of her foot. Biting back an oath of pain, she made the rest of the journey carefully and knelt down on the other side of Arianna. The girl was either in the mist of a panic or anxiety attack unless she had an existing condition Raynor didn't know about.
"Miss Fleming," she greeted, taking in the haggard appearance of the Hufflepuff quickly. "What in the name of Merlin happened in here?"
The sooner that was discovered, the sooner Raynor's concern for the gasping Ravenclaw could begin to put to ease. With the condition of the room, Ari might have seriously been injured in some way that wasn't apparent. The Deputy wasn't about to leap in and touch her until she knew for sure.
((Sorry for the delay. ))
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Post by Krissy Fleming on Jun 22, 2007 2:17:53 GMT -5
As her best friend began to have what seemed like an asthma attack Krissy got extremely worried. She didn't know what to do about this. She wasn't an asthematic herself and so didn't know how to deal with them. A paniced look had come onto her face and she had been about to stand up and start yelling for help when help happened to come to her.
The words came to Krissy's mind quickly. Krissy turned, worry clear on her face "I don't know. I came in, it was trashed." Krissy said quickly, her words jumbeling together slightly. "You need to help her I don't think she can breath!" Krissy was worried about her friend, because even though Ari attacked her Krissy still didn't know why. Krissy left the part about Ari attacking her out. She wasn't sure if she wanted her friend to get into trouble. She knew she probably should have said that but right now it really wasn't important. What was important was helping Ari... even if Ari didn't want her help..
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Post by arianna on Jun 23, 2007 20:25:02 GMT -5
Darkness seemed to envelop the girl; welcoming her like her parents did when she came home for the holidays. It wanted her here, in its presence. It told her she would be safe in its arms, away from anyone who even thought of hurting her. It was a very convincing promise. How could anyone do this? Whether to her, or someone else, how could ANYONE even THINK of convincing someone that they were the best of friends, convincing that person to trust them enough to tell their every secret, only to yank their heart out and stomp it to dust? Krissy would have been the last person on earth, not counting her biological family, she would have expected this from. It hurt to even think of it and Arianna desperately wanted that darkness to claim her.
Of course, there were other things keeping her from totally slipping into the dark. Her mum and dad and brother and sister; Che...he would be getting married soon and it would be a terrible blow if Arianna wasn't there. She also couldn't help thinking about her plans. Plans to become a Healer. Plans to build that art gallery/studio. There were so many things she needed to do still. She couldn't let this terrible moment get to her. She had to get out of those dark thoughts.
Arianna carefully tip-toed around all the evil thoughts appearing in her mind and focused only on the good; her family, her future, her....well, the thoughts concerning friends weren't good ones right now, so she avoided those ones, too. The others, though, were enough to bring her back out of the muck and evil and shake off the dark blanket. It was still hard to breathe, but even that slowly became easier and easier until she was only panting as one does after a long run. Her face slowly regained its colour and her lips eased out of their blue hue to the healthy red and her body relaxed until all the girl could do was roll over onto her stomach. She buried her face into her arms, hardly aware of the glass still cutting into her skin, and resumed her crying.
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Post by Tamis Raynor on Jun 24, 2007 16:51:29 GMT -5
Propelled by Krissy's worry, Raynor reached out to Arianna as the girl rolled onto her stomach, gasping and sobbing. Not giving herself time to wince at the sickening crunch of glass as the presumed seventeen year old heedlessly accumulated shards of the display cases and Merlin knew what else. Not wanting her to come to any more harm, and concluding that if the girl, no, young woman could curl up like that on will without hurting herself, Raynor pulled the Ravenclaw way from the glass shattered ground was well as she could. The effort landed Raynor on her rump with another significant crunch. The resulting expression would have been comical in another situation.
Arianna was still struggling for breath through the sobs, but seemed to be making an easier way of it. Her face was flush with the rush of blood cells that blotched her complexion. But the complexion was no longer dark, which meant the girl was not suffocating -- or at least choking.
Never, could she remember this particular seventh year getting this hysterical, dangerously hysterical. The cause would have to be figured out later, but for now,
"Arianna, you need to calm down. Calm down, concentrate on my voice, and breath."
Aware that the girl might struggle, Raynor clasped a hand around her wrist with a death grip. A silent spell to try and help the girl relax was uttered while the contact remained. While Raynor had not been among healers for long, she had been long enough to learn a few tricks.
(( Eww... not the best, sorry. But it'll keep things moving. ))
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Post by Krissy Fleming on Jun 24, 2007 17:08:34 GMT -5
Krissy sat backwards as Raynor pulled her friend away from the grass. Krissy too had landed herself in glass from sitting but to it no attention was payed. she had been tackeled into it before and rolled into it before too. Se already had glass everywhere and yet none of it hurt as much as having seen the way her friend had looked at her. Seeing all the nightmares fly through her mind and yet not understand them. She watched as professor Raynor tried to calm down her friend. She hovered back. Somehow from the look Ari had given her and the words she had been saying Krissy felt that she would just upset her more. Even if she didn't understand why.
Krissy's eyes were wide and her face etched with worry as she watched the professor take ahold of Ari's hand. Normally in situations as this Krissy would be more helpful. But her already stressful state with the absence of Pat, her nightmares and the fact that Ari somehow thought she attacked her or something was causing her to worry. To stress. A tear rolled down Krissy's cheek as she watched her friend, worried about her condition and not willing to speak up incase she made it work. How would she be able to let Professor Raynor know what was wrong when she didn't know. When she couldn't work it out herself. The red haired Hufflepuff just leaned backwards, her hands landing in the glass themselves, a slightly crunch and a feeling of the shards digigng into them as they took her weight.
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Post by arianna on Jun 24, 2007 18:20:51 GMT -5
Arianna did not struggle. She felt no need. Nor did she really want to. It didn't really seem to matter who was pulling her, either. As long as she could keep herself focused on those good, happy thoughts, Arianna thought she could get through it.
And then she heard a voice. Not Krissy's, like she had been expecting, but Raynor's. It didn't quite sound right in the girl's state, but it was familiar; a voice she knew she could trust, even if it could be harsh at times. It was this voice, and perhaps whatever magic the woman was using, that brought Arianna to a much calmer state. She focused on it until the darkness left her completely. The difficult breaths were no longer present and her sobs had dimmed to silent tears rolling down her cheeks.
"I want to go home," she muttered in a soft miserable whisper, barely loud enough for anyone within a foot of her. Her chest heaved as she took in another shaky breath, letting it back out with, "Please, let me go home. I don't want to be here anymore."
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) friend had given her up for...who knows what sort of gratification came from the information Arianna had given in her drugged state that day? All Arianna could think was that the one person she could tell anything to had betrayed her. Who else would do so? Drew? Allegra? No, Allegra she couldn't believe. Drew was hard to comprehend also, but still....Those little doubts were creeping in and crushing the poor girl until she felt like nothing; a piece of dust crunched underfoot and unnoticed by anyone. 
