{{an eye for an eye. [Ella]

[skybelle]

SKY LESTRANGE

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=200000] &&.What goes on behind closed doors? Well, that probably depends on the doors in question. If they happen to belong to dormitories, any fifth-, sixth-, or seventh-year will be quick to tell you that sleeping commences behind them, for studying is done behind common room doors when the area isn't overrun by a particularly loud party, and by the time they're done praying that they'll pass their OWLs and NEWTs, sleep is the only viable option (since, by that time, it's probably 4 or so in the morning). Learning, a word used only by teachers as a synonym for boredom, usually goes on behind classroom doors. Polishing goes on behind the Trophy Room doors. Cooking happens behind kitchen doors. Greetings are often given behind front doors. People read in a library which happens to have--you guessed it--doors. And behind bathroom doors...well, you get the idea. So what goes on behind the Armory doors? Transfiguration. &&.Or perhaps simply meditation, for to the average bystander, that's exactly what the youngest Lestrange appeared to be doing in the middle of the floor with her legs crossed beneath her with hands resting lightly on her knees. The girl made such a peaceful image, perfectly centered in a room of reflecting light. Not even a wisp of hair moving, her breathing slow enough to become inaudible. She seemed comfortable, perhaps, but honestly she was anything but. Sky's back ached from being stiff for so long, both thighs were beginning to cramp from disuse, and her mind had been in overdrive for a solid 15 minutes. She was attempting to transfigure her entire body into that of an animal, a wolf to be precise. &&.Or at least, they figured she'd wind up a large canid based on her patronus--'they' being herself and her Transfiguration professor. Thus far, she had been able to sprout fur and even elongate her jaws to become a sort of muzzle. But apart from becoming a rather grotesque rendition of the average werewolf, Sky's progress had been slow. Not necessarily slow compared to average, just slower than she particularly wanted to spend mastering this trick. After one particularly tense conversation, her mentor had suggested Sky might attempt some form of psychological channeling and focusing. She was fairly certain that meant sit down and think about being a wolf really, really hard. So here she was. Only problem? About 20 seconds after sitting down Sky gained the attention span of the average three-year-old. &&.A sound cut through the silence. Make that two problems. Immediately, the girl's eyes shot open, her glare aimed straight at the door. Not for the first time, she was mildly surprised the heat from her gaze didn't set the target on fire. Then again, it was probably a good thing she couldn't cause something to spontaneously combust just by looking at it. The school staff would probably just make another rule: if you have laser vision, you are not allowed to look at anything flammable. They'd taken away Sky's fun for far less than just a minor fire. The sound came again, stopping her train of thought dead in its tracks. If the young woman had to describe the noise, she'd call it a sort of sucking pop with a bit of squish thrown in, and she'd be willing to bet her wand that a certain poltergeist was stuffing chewing gum into the lock on the door. &&."Peeves, you unnatural offspring of a troll and an imp, I swear by any god that might be listening I'll blast you out of existence if you don't get that gum out of my door!" Miss Lestrange yelled loud enough to roust even those in the Astronomy tower. Peeves' annoying mouth-ooze trickled back through the door. What the girl was able to make out did not please her. In an instant her wand was ripped from the safety of her robes. A flash of red light later, and the entirety of the locking mechanism was blown out of the solid piece of wood. The poltergeist, seeing that his work was not appreciated, attempted to flee. "Oh no you don't, you measly little bastard. Entomorphis!" Her hex caught the nuisance square in the back. There was a squeal of surprise, then the poltergeist dropped out of the air and landed on his hands and knees with a thud, two beautiful feelers sticking out the crown of his head. here's to us

[skye]

An irritated sigh escaped the mouth of sixteen year old Elladora Flint, although ask either of her parents and they would name her age as thirty. Ella was a difficult person to understand and as such people either avoided her, tried to please her, or simply gave up on attempting to understand her. that was all fine by her, for she was the type who got what she wanted and rejected anything it was that she didn’t want. One could almost never tell what was roaming about inside her head, which was probably why -when she had been named prefect the previous year- the younger years tended to flinch when her heeled shoes clicked down the corridor.

Now Ella took her job seriously for the most part, however she was not the type to respect all authority herself. In the end she would do as she pleased, which usually revolved around upholding a particular image in order to disguise her true desires. At the present moment, Ella was walking down a corridor. Her shoes creating a clicking sound that echoed throughout the empty hall. Expressionless she was, not even turning her head to look at the few individuals she passed by. Elladora was incredibly self-centered. She eventually came to the end of the corridor, ending up at the seemingly endless bunching of staircases that connected the castle. It was there she caught the first issue under her patrol, a group of second years were attempting to slide down the railing. Ella simply rolled her eyes. “Take a look at that drop boys.” She said, sliding her wand out from beneath her robes and tapping it lightly in her hand. “Say you fell...somehow...” A smirk came across her face, “Now how many of you do you think would end up in the hospital wing? How many do you think will end up in the ground?” She asked eying them pointedly. One of the boys stuttered a few words before hoping back down onto the stair, a few hushed words and the boys were off, continuously checking behind them.

Ella had no intention of sending them over the edge. As she saw it, fear was an excellent motivator. A detention for doing such a thing? Like that would have done anything? At least now they would think twice about acting so foolishly. She used the stairs to drop down a floor and then another. The third floor was were she aimed to go after all. A student sent to the hospital wing that day after a tragic potions mishap had forgotten a few things in the class. Ella had decided to return them. No, it wasn’t a kindness. The student was a Slytherin in her year. One who knew that Elladora did not do anything for free. Ella had a deal to make, one that she was particularly interested in.

A sudden popping noise caught her attention as she made her way down the third floor corridor. “Oh bloody hell.” Ella muttered harshly under her breath. She turned her head, the explosive sound obviously coming from the armory. Seriously, Elladora had no problems with most of the stunts pulled by others. What she had a problem with was the fact that they had been dumb enough to be caught. She turned on her heel, her irritated expression only changing when she caught a hex escaping the lips of none other than the youngest Lestrange. “Nicely executed.” Ella said to Sky, a pleased smile on her face. Here was one of the exceptions. Not only did Peeves in all certainty deserve the transformation, but Ella really didn’t care to snipe at those she hung out with. The young kids were annoying, the stunts the elder students pulled were entertaining at the least. Oh how she wished she could squish the pest before her. “Lurking in the armory all by yourself Lestrange?” She asked the girl with a smirk, “Is it right to assume that your are not channeling the undead like that first year puff is so convinced you are?” She asked.