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Post by Lexi Summers on Apr 7, 2007 19:59:43 GMT -5
Lexi quickly covered herself up with her arms, then whispered "reparo". The tears in her clothes immediately stitched themselves, not as perfectly as they had been moments before, but well enough to keep her covered. Her eyes now narrowed into slits, she hissed "Sectumsempra!", drawing deep cuts into his torso and legs. It was a spell, under normal circumstances, she would never have dreamed of using, but these were not normal circumstances. Both her pride and her well-being were at stake, and she was willing to fight hard for those.
"Over my head? No, I don't think I am." she retorted angrily, running a hand through her hair in frusteration and extreme hatred.
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Post by Brandon Diggorced on Apr 7, 2007 20:03:13 GMT -5
Brandon gasped as he felt the cuts cover his body. "You bitch," he tried to mutter, but he couldn't muster the strength. Instead, he just collapsed on the floor, the blood loss extreme. The last thing that he could do was mutter "staretute." He hoped that it healed his wounds, but he wasn't sure, for he slipped into a state of unconsciousness
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Post by Lexi Summers on Apr 7, 2007 20:09:41 GMT -5
The wounds magically stitched themselves together, but Lexi noticed the boy pass out. For a few moments, she felt glee and pride at her triumph, then a wave of horror fell over her. He was unconscious, he had blacked out, and it was all her fault.
Determined not to panic, though internally nervous, she whispered "Wingardium Leviosa". The boy hovered, now sickly pale, in front of her as she made her way to the Infirmary.
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