Umbridge High School Building, Saturday Evening

[nomutineer.livejournal.com]

There were some clouds hanging around the spires of Umbridge High School, but not enough; there was an overlaying sense that there shouldn't be as much sunlight shining down on it as there was.

It was quiet. Kind of. There was tension in the air, a wound-up strung-up thing that ensnared the school. Somehow it seemed as if even the birds didn't want to touch down on the building itself, and the gates seemed to fold into themselves, even if they weren't quite shut.

And all that on a weekend, too.

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Re: Across the School

[screwedbyfates.livejournal.com]

Eve threw another knock-back spell at him. It was entirely possible she was toying with him the way so many of the Loyalists had toyed with her and the others in Detention.

Re: Across the School

[hehasheart.livejournal.com]

Hopefully Eve liked colorful language, because that was all Clint could manage to get out as he was knocked back again. God, he hated people with abilities he didn't have.

Re: Across the School

[screwedbyfates.livejournal.com]

Eve fully appreciated -- and approved of -- colorful language.

"How's it feel?" she asked, stepping closer. "How's it feel being utterly helpless like I was, like we all were? How's it feel being at someone else's mercy?"

Re: Across the School

[hehasheart.livejournal.com]

"I am not at your mercy," Clint snapped, lashing out at her with a kick. "I am never helpless."