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

[hiddencobra.livejournal.com]

That and Clint had actively been using all that training.

He twisted away from the arrow, but not fast or far enough. He felt the arrow puncture his throat, missing his windpipe. But the burst of hot blood let him know he didn't have much time left.

He was so high on the adrenaline from the fight however that he never consciously registered his impending death. Small mercies.

Instead, he made one last lunge, thrusting with the katana at Clint's hip, and almost simultaneously palming his remaining stars and swiping with his other hand at his killer's face.

If only Billy'd been blindfolded. He would destroyed Clint then. whatever I need to tell myself

Re: Across the School

[hehasheart.livejournal.com]

Clint dodged the swipe to his pretty pretty face, but the katana caught him across the leg. That was going to leave a nice mark, and Clint shoved at Billy to try to get him to go down and stay down.

Re: Across the School

[hiddencobra.livejournal.com]

Not a problem there. Billy wouldn't be getting up again. Shame, Billy had kind of hoped to get blood (even his own) all over Umbridge's pristine pink outfit. Just to freak her out.

But Billy wasn't really thinking about that, or anything else now. One of the side effects of bleeding out.