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Week Name/Date/Time: 'Traitors in the Mist' / Saturday, 11th March 2006 / 4:14 PM
Location: Dervish and Banges
Open To: Troy
Currently Involving: Erik

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Troy.

Poor, lacking in common sense, amazed by nothing, Troy.

Troy who didn't realize the danger he was in.

The seventh year was so enraptured with a flashy compass that measured direction as well as velocity, with these lovely little blue stars that flashed and twinkled on the glass dial. . .not noticing everyone around him running out of the shop. . .

But the compass ticked so nicely!

Wand? What?! This wasn't Charms, this was "Time to Buy a Present for Lolita-My-Love"! His brown eyes peered over at the familiar fifth year Lion. Okay. And what was the face for. That was a "Zombies are about to attack our pub" in a muggle movie - face. Zombies, for one, weren't IN Hogsmeade. . .and this was NOT a muggle movie. He looked toward the door, out the window of the shop, seeing black hoods and skull masks and. . .

His stomach lurched and his face turned white, dropping the compass meant for Lolita, smashing into pieces on the floor. Death Eaters. The kind that he'd always thought he was safe from, even if they wanted to kill those just like him.

Troy grabbed his wand hastily, eyes darting back and forth, letting out a bit of a silent scream of terror. He couldn't defend himself with magic! Especially not dark magic! His face conveyed a look of utter panic and fear as he took a step towards the back door, clumsily tripping and falling to the floor. He scrambled into a darkened corner, wishing he could simply disappear, feeling panic and dread at the thought of perhaps never seeing his family, his siblings, his owl, his ghost friend back home, and. . .Lolita.

All Troy could do was stay on the ground, holding his wand out, shaking with fright.

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Erik hadn't realised his face resembled something out of a muggle zombie film, though he was quite acquainted with them. He'd been through several near death experiences, but none had actually made him feel this nauseous. The faces that approached, or rather... the masks, were the same that had taken the life of his only sibling - his muggle brother, Nikolaus. The bloke wasn't even a threat, he was just a journalist in the wrong place at the wrong time. Oy, sick. Erik felt absolutely sick.

Erik turned as he heard the compass shatter on the floor, mouth open in awe as Troy wriggled his way into a corner. Well, apparently he wasn't going to get much help. WHY IN BLOODY HELL HAD DARIN LEFT HIM!? Erik was going to have a word with Merry about this, if... he didn't... die first, oh... bugger.

"STUPEFY!" Erik shouted as the first Death Eater entered the shoppe, hand shaking so that his spell missed. Eh, perhaps he should have paid more attention to that whole... aim meeting when he had the chance.

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Troy stayed in the corner, actually dropping his wand, chest heaving and heart palpitating in his chest. He closed his eyes and picked it up, shakingly, grabbing onto the wall to help himself up.

Though hearing the Stupefy and seeing the first Death Eater, his legs gave way again, and he scrambled over behind an aisle of cauldrons, hoping to be hidden out of sight.

He bit his lip, only wishing the fifth year knew how much he wanted to help. But Troy was good at only a few things. Fighting with magic was NOT one of them. He prayed to God or Merlin or Bacon or Beckham as Noah had instructed, anything to help him through this, eyes frozen in fear on the dark hoods and masks.

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Erik didn't blame Troy for being scared out of his mind, immobilized by fear even. He might have escaped death in several instances before, but it didn't make it any easier to see hooded, masked figures bursting through the door. In fact, it was much much worse... knowing what they were capable of and having been through it twice before. And how in the bloody hell was he supposed to take on more than one adult Death Eater? He was bloody doomed, that's what he was.

But something in his gut told him to fight, possibly... Gregorious was whispering in his ear to be a lion and go down swinging. Even if Darin had stayed, it probably wouldn't have done much good. They'd knock one or two out and then die fighting the rest. Meaning... er... the last three, as there appeared to be about five and... ah.

He at least wanted to save Troy Frogley. Erik had been dreaming about saving someone after he'd not been able to save his brother. So he wasn't even in the same town as his brother at the time, he was magical and his brother wasn't and he should have saved him. So he was going to save someone else, he was going to save Troy - even if it meant he'd be joining said brother. Frightening, but... this was a war, yeah?

"IMPEDIMENTA!" he shouted, hitting a Death Eater to the left and slowing him down, only to be hit with a stupefy himself.

The wind seemed to rush out of his lungs as his back hit the floor, though he scrambled to inch backward and eventually to his feet. Casting a spell without being able to speak for a good minute or so? Going to be difficult.

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Troy was not a Gryffindor. Sure, he was very confident in his Quidditch abilities, or getting an aces test score in Potions without studying, or reading a book in a day, but fighting a terrorist group? No. That was not Troy. At all.

He knew his boundaries. He was realistic. Sure, he had no social common sense, but he was a Ravenclaw, after all. Troy was fully aware that his wandwork wouldn't even scratch these attackers, and hated himself for his cowardice. But he had no other option.

He had to hide. In the scuffle of yelling, Troy tried to hide behind the row of cauldrons, shutting his ears tight and trying to control his terrified breathing. He jumped and tried not to yell out of fright as he heard the Stupefy hit the Lion. Odd how he knew the spells and their effects right out of the textbook, but knew he couldn't perform them well enough to do anything.

And with Erik still under the effects of the spell? All he could do was remain there, crouched in a ball in a dark corner, shaking all over, wishing he was able to help. The effects would wear off in a while, they would, he knew it. . .

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There was no reason for Troy to hate himself, Erik didn't expect any help. He might have been a Gryffindor, but he did have some sense. He knew he couldn't rightly fight off five Death Eaters... even one was taking his chances. Defense wasn't even his best class! Erik could only manage two things well... putting up a shield charm, and sending out jinxes. Seemed more of a charms thing to him anyway. Bloody hell, they'd studied how to fight off angry pixies in class, but never other wizards!

Erik felt as though he were coughing up a bloody lung as his breathing tried to come back to him. Apparently he was wrong about he and Troy being alone, as a few Death Eaters seemed occupied with another end of the shop. A few tears ran down his cheek, both from pain and from disappointment at not being able to help everyone, but he put up a weak shield charm and took a moment to refocus.

"I'M A MUGGLEBORN! YOU WANT TO KILL SOMEONE, COME GET ME!" he squeaked out, the Death Eater that was closest approaching him slowly... menacingly.

"Rictusempra!" he cast, remembering how it had somehow worked for him in his duel with Wesley so long ago - but as another curse (what, he did not know) slammed into his body, his knees hit the floor and he shook his head violently.

"Somebody help me. Why is no one helping me?"

And by 'somebody' he meant the bloody AURORS who should have reached the place by now. So hard to breathe.

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Troy seemed to shake with every sound he heard, cursing under his breath with fright. It was a far cry from the cocky bloke who was going about strutting the previous week, on cloud nine due to a new captainship. He remained in hiding, looking up now and then, only to hide again. Peeking his head out again, he saw a Death Eater sweep on by to another corner of the shop, and hid again.

Troy let out a gasp as he heard Erik shout out that he was a muggleborn, only to hear a Rictusempra and another curse he didn't recognize. He looked up, whimpering a bit at hearing Erik call for help.

All right. Now Troy had to think. And think quick. He could do this! He was a Ravenclaw! They were supposed to be quick, right?

He stood up slowly, still hiding in the dark, trying to stay concealed behind the corner of the aisle. He had to at least do something, he was taller and looked a bit stronger than some of these Death Eaters. If somehow they were stopped from doing magic, they couldn't beat him that way. And if they weren't stopped soon? They'd kill the fifth year.

Okay. Still shaking, he took a shallow breath, and then looked to his feet. A cauldron. A heavy, iron cauldron.

He slowly took it in one hand, winding his arm up, and launching it straight at one of the Death Eater's skulls as hard as he could, as if he was trying to throw a Quaffle through the hoop.

Troy was back to hiding just before he would have seen the man (or woman? But with Death Eaters, you couldn't be sure behind the masks) let out a pained groan and fell to the floor in a heap. This, however, also meant that Troy didn't see the other Death Eater storming across the shop towards him, wand raised.

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Erik took another gasping breath, narrowing his eyes in an attempt to focus on his surroundings. Why hadn't they finished him off yet? Erik could never understand that in his duels with Wes. It seemed there was always a moment the bloke could just... end things forever, and yet the curse never came.

Erik managed to get to his feet, just in time to see a cauldron slam into the side of a Death Eater's head. His jaw nearly dropped to the floor, both in amazement and fright. If he could have thrown his arms around Troy Frogley in a hug, he would have.

Unfortunately, the bloke was noticed, and unless Erik did something? There was a good chance there wouldn't be a Troy Frogley to throw his arms around in thanks.

He ran as fast as he could, blocking the Death Eater with his own wand. It was awkward, staring at a mask... not knowing what lay behind. His hand shook, his heart raced, and he didn't say a bloody thing.

It was no surprise that the Death Eater beat him to the punch. Erik's eyes closed as another stupefy slammed into him... close enough to throw him into the shelves. He most definitely was not moving. Or conscious for that matter.

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Troy remained pressed to the side of the shelf, trying to control his breathing, rage building. That "fight" impulse was now building. Maybe it was from finally hearing the dull groan of pain from the Death Eater as the cauldron collided with it's skull, followed by a crumple to the floor.

He bent his knees, a bit shaky, to grab another heavy cauldron. Troy bit his lip and said a quick prayer (hey, that's what all the blokes in the muggle movies did!), turning around only to see the fifth year get hit with a nasty stupefy at close range. Troy instantly in retalliation swung the cauldron into the attacker's head. He coiled his strong arm back, completely ditching his wand. Naiively believing he might be able to fight them off with brute strength from Quidditch, Troy grimaced and tried not to look terrified as he faced the Death Eater, grasping at his hood, one hand covered in blood.

A bit surprised and sort of worried (Troy Frogley did NOT want to KILL anyone. . .maybe just put them in a vegetative state. . .), he stepped back, only to step forward again as he heard the beginning of an unforgiveable. His heart seemed to jump and he swung the cauldron again, hitting the Death Eater square in the face, thinking he heard a sickening crunch. Perhaps it was glass under his foot, perhaps it was the compass, Troy's head was spinning too much to really determine what it was - face or debris.

However, the injured Death Eater shot back with a spell Troy had never heard before, hitting him right in the stomach and chest repeatedly, feeling a searing hot tear into his skin. Troy looked down, feeling his white shirt soak with blood, and let out a scream for help, feeling a deep cut on the length of his torso.

It was only returned with another, stronger spell of the same incantation (was it an Entrail-Expelling? He wasn't sure, perhaps if they tried hard enough?), and a very angry "STUPEFY!", knocking Troy unconscious and hurling him hard into the wall, leaving him to bleed alone, next to Erik.