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[homely_illiad]

Week Name/Date/Time: 'False Imprisonment' / Friday, October 6th, 2007 / 11:22 PM
Location: Corridor outside of the library
Open to: Lucern
Currently Involving: Illiad

Well.

If Madame Pince was going to keep him so late again, she'd definately have to... loan him an Invisibility Cloak or something. Illiad groaned as he saw the clock when he shifted his

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[lucern_mac]

Seth McCarthy.

That mudblood slime had been on Lucern's mind all day long since Lissianna had explained of her situation with him; actually to be more specific, it was the boy's death that was on his mind all day long. Lucern was so obsessed with finding him that he was skulking the hallways in search of him in case he was out of his dormitory at night where there were witnesses. It might have helped if he knew what this deviant that molested his baby sister looked like. All he knew was that he was from Gryffindor house and that he was a 7th year. It probably did not help when he was searching in the dark and it was hard for him to see anything

[homely_illiad]

Well.

That wasn't exactly the greeting he'd been expecting. But it was definately far worse than detention! Already hurting a good deal from the beating he'd taken last week (from a girl, no less!) Illiad winced as he hit the wall and clutched his sides with one hand, throwing the other one (armed with wand) out to defend himself from whatever attacker had hit him so hard. Illiad Hawkins was not a courageous soul (unless he was in extreme circumstances, or so he'd always imagined himself-- however, this seemed fairly extreme and he still felt ready to faint away), but he could at least point a shaking arm out at whoever this attacker was and sort of keep his eyes open.

Until the hulking shape in the darkness spoke.

McCarthy...!Fear turned into complete indignation. McCarthy! Of all the people to mistake him for in the night! Illiad was sure he was DEFINATELY taller than that curly-haired git, and not to mention MUCH better looking. Of course, if you were going on looks, a dark corridor was definately not the best place to be

[lucern_mac]

Lucern had felt somewhat lucky that this young man had only used Lumos but if he had used anything else it would have probably gotten him into loads of trouble. Now that he could get a look at his unjustified prey, he pulled back from him and looked down his robes to see the symbol of a Slytherin as actual proof that this person could not be Seth MacCarthy. It was not that he did not believe him but he knew just as well as anyone that people could lie.

He gave a huffed noised then concealed his wand once more, "My mistake." This boy had better not take that as an apology. There was rare a time that Lucern had ever apologized. He had no regrets dispite some of the things he had done. "Well what are you doing here then? Struting about at night. You should be in bed like the others. What is your name?"

[homely_illiad]

Eurgh. This person was an insufferable prick. Illiad's arm was throbbing and he hadn't even bothered apologizing?! Why, what if he couldn't play in the next game because of this injury? Slytherin might lose the Cup! Not to mention it simply hurt, and if he bruised, Brinley might ask questions, and what was he supposed to say, A very attractive Ministry official gave it to me in the middle of the night. ? That was bound to go over poorly.

"Your mistake indeed," he scolded the older boy, rubbing his sore arm with his thumb. "Next time look for an ugly pecker with a poodle's hair. Tell me, did you actually know what the hell McCarthy looked like, or were you just going to throw every person you met into a wall?" he growled. He was already in a foul mood on account of being late, but being thrown into a wall by a complete stranger was definately not helping.

"And you'll notice, perhaps, if you do, indeed, know how to use your eyes, that I'm hardly strutting. I'm walking. Madame Pince asked me to help her with some filing late-- ask her