Drastic Measures [Slytherin Table]

[Artemis Tayern]

15 January 9:43PM

Things were looking bleak and to be honest Art was getting restless, he wanted to move, to run, or even fight these faceless cowards. He may be wand less but he wasn't helpless, or at least so it seemed. He had thought it out from what he saw on Charlie's map, there were about 23 faceless, yet there were hundreds of students. Why did they quiver in fear, wand less maybe, but just the same not helpless, in a game like this the numbers usually won. There was one last piece to the puzzle, Shaw didn't want to hurt them he showed it by hexing the staff but never that Art had seen, a student.

It was past dinner time Raynor had arrived and ended up releasing six hostages. Art couldn't stand these accommodations, he didn't mind sleeping on the floor, he didn't mind eating in the great hall but they were packed in like animals and an animal Art was not.

Art's courage grew after they hexed Brady, he knew Brady was armed, with none other than his wand, why did the ex-auror not fight? Art's courage mixed with his dislike of these so-called men which hid behind children like himself and terrorized them. Slowly Artemis did what he wanted to, he stood up at the Slytherin table, then with two steps his feet brought Artemis above the crowd as his feet stood on the feeding surface. "Snakes!" Artemis bellowed knowing he had less say in this house yet for some reason his words cam from somewhere else, like he was someone else, his fear had gone, at least for the moment. "Hogwarts!" He bellowed trying to get the attention of everyone he could. "Why do we fear the faceless? They are few!" He started to yell.

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[micknolan]

Mick had his head resting on the table in front of him. He'd been sleeping, or at least trying to give off that impression. Once Raynor had arrived, he'd lifted his head, hope rushing through him, but as she announced the few lucky students who could look forward to a proper mattress for the night, Mick lowered his head again. Resolute to not picking it up until the next morning.

With his eyes closed and his head burrowed in his arms, Mick missed his younger housemate's personal realization. He didn't notice as Art got to his feet. But he jumped when the table he'd been resting on shook under the boy's weight. Head shooting up, he heard Art yelling out to the room like a mad man. Squinting as if this was a dream that he should wake up from, he heard the cry, why do we fear the faceless? They are few!

Quickly, Mick leaned forward, his eyes darting across the room for signs of incoming danger. Staring up at the second year, his anger shining through his eyes, Mick took a few breaths before whispering, "Bleeding brilliant Tayern. Whatever death wish you've got, leave the rest of us out of it." He moved to pull Artemis from the table, but doing so would require him to stand up and present himself to the room, something he had been so keen on avoiding. Instead he just whispered again, "Get down, ya pig's brain."

[Artemis Tayern]

Art's desire to leave and his feeling that his logic was undeniable was allowing him to keep this up. "No Mick, There are only a hand full of them why should we be scared!?" He yelled to the great hall hoping his talking would inspire action. "Don't Be fearful, they are cowards hiding behind masks and hiding behind us!" He continued to yell. At this rate most of the Great Hall would think him brilliant or stupid, lets all hope for the prior. He didn't care he wanted the shake these cowards loose, He jumped on his vantage point not a lot just enough to show motion, the type of abnormal motion that would make a short second year stick out.

[Trixi Turner]

Trouble? Chaos? of course. Trixi was there. Her eyes glanced to the boy, barely bigger then herself who had cluimbed atop the table and started yelling about fighting the faceless. Trixi had met Art only once, a brief meeting where he accused her of taking his broomstick. Hey she hadn't known where it was, but it had been fun egging him on and making him think she had. Angry children were funny, though she was normally one herself, yet she had alot more control over her anger then most and normally knew she could beat the kids up. In her opinion the squirt standing on the table was just the same, she could beat him in a fight.

However fighting him was the last thing in her mind at this moment, the boy seemed to be wanting to entice a fight himself, and not with anyone who he could beat. Trixi at least was smart enough to know she couldn't fight these faceless. But then, why would she want to? They were in the school, they had told off that Raynor woman who had sent her out of class once, or almost anyway, and they were giving them food. She didn't need a bed, and she didn't really like showers, so they were basically helping her out here. Plus they were inducing fear into all the others and it was so easy to manipulate them when they were scared.

Trixi smirked, this definitely was a nice oppertunity. Trixi herself had her wand, not that she would need it or could use it. She had gotten into too much trouble in classes and had missed so many that she hadn't really learnt much at all. She could levitate objects, not that that was much use. Why the professor's didn't just teach them how to launch things at people first she didn't know. Would have worked great against Braxton, she could have just seen his face when she sent a couch flying at him.

Trixi grinned, as she edged closer towards where the boy was. She was on the other side of him compaired to the older student, but on the same side of the table as the older student. Trixi stood up, only on the ground, but it didn't make much difference, she was rather small and so not too much taller then the table. "Yeah go on, attack one of them then" Trixi said to Art with a smirk "Take em on, you can do it" Sure she was lying, patronising and altogether just trying to see the boy get beaten to a pulp, or hexed to oblivion. But hey, its what he wanted though right? To be blasted by these faceless. Trixi wasn't dumb enough to get herself involved, but the boy getting hexed would be good entertainment. Now if only she had some popcorn...