Quidditch Pitch
The Quidditch Pitch at Hogwarts
is quite impressive; it looks as if it could seat the whole school, and more.
Hundreds of seats are raised in stands around the
stadium, which are positioned very high so that the spectators may view the
game at its full potential. At both ends
of the field are tall, golden poles; three to each end, with hoops attached to
the ends of them. Usually the field is
empty, except for the case when the houses of Hogwarts may be playing against
each other, or a team may be practicing.
Below the airborne pitch is a well kept field of green grass. A distance away from here lays the
It's rather late in the evening to be practicing, the sky
overhead already growing black, but in order to prepare for the first game of
the season, curfews must be broken to get a few more hours of play in. Not only
that, but it was the only time that the Slytherin team could reserve the pitch.
Draco Malfoy circles the field, just above the practice game, out of the way as
the team's chasers repeatedly dodge the bludgers that the beaters knock in
their direction while they try to score on the keeper. He barks out an order
every once and a while, makes a snide remark on their failings, but doesn't
seem to be doing much more than observing for the evening. It's getting to dark
to see the snitch. Soon, it'll be too dark to spot the bludgers as well.
"All right!" He leans forwards and places his weight against the end
of his broomstick, whooshing past the others and heading for the pitch to land.
"That's enough for today. You two!" Who cares what the beaters' names
are, he just points them out. "Round up the bludgers. Bring the quaffle down. When you've done that, you can go shower.
We're finished for the evening." The other members of the team start
landing all around the pitch, the chasers and keepers being the first to leave
while the beaters struggle with getting the bludgers back to the box. Draco
sighs and sticks behind to wait patiently. The joys of being
captain. -.- "Come on. You two can sure
handle them on the field. This should be easy for you." -.-
Luckily Harry sticks to Wood's training schedules. The Butt crack of Dawn. Sure it's irritating, but that means
the Gryffindors get the pitch before the Slytherins
think about it. So being late in the evening, Harry's heading down to the pitch
to get in just a bit of flying practice on his own. He doesn't really need it,
but it helps him think and hopefully he can forget things for a bit while up in
the air. The unmistakable noise from the pitch can only mean one thing. Draco's
running his mouth. Great. He was hoping the pitch
would be deserted at this hour; unfortunately this doesn't seem to be the case.
It certainly isn't the case. All that's needed is the Hufflepuff Seeker and they'd have a full set of them. And
where is Cho in all this? Well, believe it or not she was sitting up in the
stands, rather inconspicuous in the shadows of the boxes. She's pretty small,
and with the cloak she's wearing, it was probably easy to miss her in the
shadows. She was *gasp* spying!? No! She was /watching/! There's a difference! Though the Slytherins might not think so. Hoping
to catch Draco before he went back inside to ask him a few questions about the
potion. When they started to pack up and land, she got down from her
seat and from the stands, heading over to where he is, she doesn't notice Harry
though, as her eyes are directed at one Seeker only right now. "Draco? Can
I talk to you for a minute?" she calls out as soon as she’s in hearing
range. She's not trying to sneak up on him, after all.
Finally, the beaters manage to get control of the
bludgers, not that it took very long to subdue them. They trot over to the open
box, already holding the quaffle and snitch, pushing
the bludgers into their designated spots and then locking them into place. The
two black balls furiously struggle against the bonds, causing the box to jump
around until the lid winds up slamming down on them, sending the thing into
silence. The beaters take a moment to catch their breath before leaving, but on
the way to the showers off the pitch, they give a wave, one pointing out Cho
coming up from behind, to their captain, who turns his head in order to look
back over his shoulder with a bored blink. The box slamming shut obviously
drowned out Cho's calls; it's a good thing his teammates noticed. Once she's
close enough, though, "Something wrong?" 'WHAT IS YOUR MAJOR
MALFUNCTION?' is more like what Draco's expression seems to say, but its
severity is a bit more toned down more to 'Do you have a problem or something?'
and not that of concern. No. He'd never be concerned about anyone but himself. u.u In most cases.
Harry was about to turn right back for the castle and
just come back later until he hears Cho calling out to Malfoy. Here Potter,
have a little lemon juice in that wound why don't you? His Firebolt is
shouldered as he slips behind the stands. Hopefully he can keep a low profile,
bide his time until the two of you leave and he can get on with practicing. But
on second thought, he honestly doesn't think he can stomach to just stand by
while Malfoy of all people speaks with Cho.
Cho didn't call out again, even if it was obvious that he
didn't hear her. She continued toward him until one of his teammates pointed
her out. At the look he's giving her, she shows no sign of surprise. It's not
like she expects him to really be concerned about her. That's the whole reason
she enlisted his help in the first place! Since the Slytherin team are for the most part gone, she says rather clearly,
"I heard you had the pitch right now, and I needed to ask you about that
potion. It's working perfectly, but I need to inquire of if it is safe to use
it at the same time as other potions. I don't suppose Professor Snape warned about any clashings?"
You might as well get up off the field and practice,
Harry. At least that way, you won't have to hear the two talk.
In fact, if you go high enough, you won't even have to see them. If you're
going to do that, though, please go high enough where the oxygen thins and stay
there. ^.^ Cho earns a wrinkling of the nose for an
expression. What in hell is she? Some sort of junkie? Is she planning on
drinking poison, then using the sleeping potion in order to get a good nights
rest in order not to suffer? "..." Perhaps, his imagination is
working over time. Why should he care, anyways? It's none of his business,
after all. "I remember looking something like that up. Apparently it can
be taken well with other potions, 'cept for another
sleeping one, but surely that's understandable." Otherwise, you're a
moron. Draco shifts a little, in order to see past Cho at that little bit of
movement which is a familiar individual ducking behind the stands. He gets an
idea, and thumps the box innocently and 'accidentally' with his toe while
moving, the lid opening, then banging shut again, as the bludgers react
furiously. Gee, with that being knocked around, as the noise echoes through the
pitch, it's liable to... wait. Too late. Through the
crack, as the lid creaks open, again, the golden snitch escapes to freedom,
whizzing out of the box and into the air. Just like he
wanted. Come be a darling and help catch it, Potter. Maybe he can innocently
knock you off your broomstick, too.
Harry's hand tightens on his broom and he fights the urge
to kick a few things. No Malfoy, he'll not oblige you by flying up into oxygen
thinned air, but getting out of possible earshot sounds like a ruddy good idea.
The Firebolt is placed in a ready position and he mounts, kicking off into the
air immediately. Within seconds he's up, circling a goal post when a glint of
gold goes zipping past. Malfoy, you prat.
... Cho is /not/ a junkie! She's just taking precautions
incase she happens to get hurt in the course of the Quidditch
season (which is /extremely/ likely) and Madam Pomfrey
decides to shove a pain remedy or some other such down her throat. She'd rather
not explain why she's suddenly breaking out in hives from a perfectly harmless
potion. She's nodding quickly. "Of course. It
would be silly to use two at the same time." Even an idiot knows that, and
no matter how little you think of her, she's not an idiot. But then... he kicks
the box. Cho glances down, and starts as the Snitch breaks out and flies away.
She follows it with her eyes and sees.... Harry. Her eyes go back to Draco and
she gives him a rather odd look, one of those, 'was he there long?' looks, but
what she says is, "We better catch that before it gets too far."
She's going to have to get her broom though.
Ohohoho. Just indulge him for a bit, Harry. He mounts the Nimbus
2001, not really concerned for the snitch, with a return look at Cho. One of
the 'I have no idea, I just noticed him' variety, leaving out the part that he
just nudged the box in order to play a bit of a nasty prank. "Better go
get your broomstick, then. I'll go see if I can get it." Not 'I'll go help
Potter', because he won't be helping the Boy-Who-Lived at all, he'll be attempting
to knock him off his Firebolt in any way possible that can seem like an
'accident'. Draco kicks off from the ground, soaring up into the air above the
pitch with a bit of a smirk. "Since we're going to have to catch it,
anyways, up for a little friendly competition, Potter? You did come out here to
practice, didn't you?" Turning in the air and nearing the goalposts with a
bit nasty smirk. He did this on purpose and he's just letting you know.
The snitch zigzags around the field, flitting from one
end to the other, then up into the air, back down again, circling past the
goalposts and practically disappearing into the night as it darts away once
more.
Harry is way ahead of you on that Cho. He doesn't want to
explain to Madam Hooch why a snitch is missing, not that it's his bloody fault.
At any rate this does give him something to do. Thanks for the affirmation of
what he suspected Malfoy. He calls out with a jeer, "Your mother rides a vacuum
cleaner. Sod off Malfoy!" That tossed out into the air, he dives in a
spiral pattern through the air, racing off after the snitch. Care to follow
him, or are you afraid that your broom won't be able to keep up with his?
Sick, sadistic, trouble making, blonde brat. Ahem. Not
that Cho would ever think such mean thoughts. She ducks into the broomshed and goes to where the Ravenclaw brooms are
specifically kept. It doesn't take her long to find hers, and she doesn't even
go outside before she mounts it, and when exits the shed she's already in the
air, ducking down to avoid the top of the door frame. She pauses for a second
to hover and get an eye on the two fellow Seekers, and try to catch a glimpse
of the snitch while she's at it. She's following them not long after, but no
where near at the speed they could manage. Comet 260 certainly doesn't look
like much compared to a Nimbus 2001 and a Firebolt. ... How long /was/ he
there? she silently asks herself.
He's not even going to say what YOUR mother rides, snake-kissin' muggle-lover! "We
shall see, Potter." >.< As Harry takes off after the snitch, he
darts off after him, his robes of green and silver fluttering behind him, his
hands, covered by the dark leather gloves, gripping tightly onto his broom.
Draco pulls up from behind and zooms after the other seeker, nipping at his
heels. Meaning that
he's seriously pushing the Nimbus to keep up. Not truly intent on making
any fancy moves nor does it really matter if the snitch is caught, he purposely
steers the tip of his broom to swipe the back of Harry's as he attempts to pass
with a sneering remark. "Why don't you go home and cry to Weasley? It's
rude to listen in on other people's conversations, you know."
The snitch dashes about the field happily. Looks like it doesn't really feel like being caught, tonight,
because it zips away from the two rival seekers off towards Cho, then up into
the air again.
Harry doesn't bother to look back over his shoulder, he
knows Malfoy's hot on his broomtail. He keeps his gaze focused on finding that
snitch as the Slytherin git is fully intending on
making the most of this 'practice'. "Why on earth would I want to cry to
Ron? Shouldn't you be pigging out with Crabbe and Goyle?" He frowns as the snitch flits merrily about, dive-bombing after it takes off towards Cho. Luckily the
rapid descent prevents Malfoy from swiping at the tail of his broom. Harry has
no time to offer a rebuttal about listening in on conversations as he has to
pull sharply out of his dive to avoid colliding with a certain other Seeker. As
he pulls upwards, his eyes dart continuously about for the snitch. He could
easily just take off back towards the castle but once a Seeker, always a Seeker
huh? You can't just let the bloody thing fly loose.
Fast little bugger. Cho speeds
up to try and intercept it as it starts in her direction, but it's swift
movement upward cause her to not come close. If it had kept moving at the same
direction she would have been right on it in a few more seconds. As it is she's
forced to turn too sharply for her Comet to effectively manage, so it's lucky
that Harry was able to dodge out of the way, because she wouldn't have been
able to. "Sorry, Harry!" She calls out, silently hoping that he isn't
too upset. Their conversation the other night did work wonders for her, and
she's rather hoping the forming friendship isn't threatened. She's moving after
the Gryffindor (not at the same speed though, obviously), keeping an eye out
for the Snitch as she tails him (at a distance).
He can allow the thing to fly loose! ^_^ That’s where Draco and Harry, once again, differ. While
Potter probably feels obligation and attachment, there is about none at all
with Draco, especially when he more or less has something else in mind. However. Goddamn. There's one attempt foiled. He narrowly
dodges around Cho, steering his broom to circle around before firing upwards
after Harry once more, his grip on the broom tightening once more. "Why
aren't I? For starters, I don't 'pig out'. Obviously because I have manners,
Potter. Unlike you. How long were you standing there,
listening, hmmm?" He jeers, and with Cho trailing behind, hopefully she
doesn't catch a damn word of it.
The sky darkens and the golden snitch continues sailing
upwards, then off in the direction of the castle, off the blackened pitch whose
boundaries are hardly visible. The snitch seems to be able to tell where the
edges are during the day, but in the evening, that's different. That's also why
the snitch isn't supposed to be out past sunset. It soars away from the field
entirely and heads right for the forbidden forest, slamming in through a few
trees, leaves that fall in protest marking its entrance. Well. There goes the
fun!
Harry isn't upset at Cho, never. It's probably not
possible for him to be upset with her. He would call out a 'No Problem' at Cho,
but he's racing along at breakneck speeds to a) find the snitch and b)
hopefully keep Malfoy from knocking him about. The blonde boy's jeers and
verbal stabs are ignored for the most part in the chase for the snitch.
Thankfully while on the broom and chasing the snitch he can block out the
verbal assaults better than he can on the ground. Up here has a better focus
and mental block. The wind whistles in his ears as he stays on the trail of the
snitch as it starts flitting towards the castle and then... a most
ungentlemanly phrase that he more than likely heard from one of the Weasley's enters his mind as the snitch sails into the
Since the speed of her broom is proportionally lacking to
keep up with the other two, she is well out of earshot of the verbal jabs.
Besides, the wind rushing by her ears certainly drowns out a lot of the sound. Perhaps
she heard a word or two, but nothing that she could piece together into a
coherent sentence. Cho continues after them, notices the snitch fly into the
Isn't it obvious? We go back to the castle and tell them
that the wonderful Harry Potter couldn't catch the snitch, so it's now
currently lost in the
(OOC Insert)
Draco says, "Eyes blue eyes! Yay
me! Blue eyes. u.u"
Cho thought you said Blue eyes blue for a second there
and brain-froze. @.@
Harry SPLUTTERS
Draco dies. And then sings! "Brue
eyes, bruuueeeeeeeEEEEEEeeeEEEEEEEeEEeee. o/~ ~.~"
Cho falls off her broom from the trauma.
Draco is Nakago's little
brother. c_C
(End OOC Insert)
Harry flashes a tight, grim smile at Cho, "This is
going to be pleasant." No really, that wasn't sarcasm dripping from his
voice. "Least this time I can avoid spiders the size of elephants on my
broom." Don't ask. He might elaborate for you later. "You might want
to stay out here Cho. Fine, Malfoy, you stay out here with Cho. I'll go in
there to get it." There, he's calling you a chicken in so many words
Draco. He's afraid of the inhabitants of the
"We can't just leave it in there, Draco. You were
the last one at the Pitch, you're the one they'd likely blame." So she's
worried about him losing points? Well, that's the way it's said, not as a jab,
honest. But then Harry goes and has to be all noble, "Stay out
here?!" Cho calls out with a little bit of frustration. She has no
intention of sitting on her broom while Harry goes in there after the Snitch.
Now, don't get her wrong, she's not the brave type, and she certainly would
rather avoid physical conflict, but she's not going to just sit there and hope
that he comes back in one piece. Besides, she rather likes the idea that she
might be able to rely on her wonderful maneuverability and small size, and then
have the less-than-theirs speed hindering her. She pulls out her wand and holds
it with her thumb and forefinger, the remaining fingers wrapped around her
broom, and flies into the forest, flanking Harry cautiously. "You coming,
Draco?"
._. Now he feels like a sissy, not that he wasn't in the
first place. Dropping off his broom and landing beside it, he casts a wary
glance into the forest where Potter entered and now Cho has chosen to follow.
Not one who desires to repeat frightening mistakes, Draco hesitates a little at
the outskirts debating that and how he can't lose his pride over something like
this. That seems to be enough, because he quickly trots in after the other two
seekers. "Are you absolutely insane, Potter? Don't you remember what
happened in first year? Are you really that eager for it to happen,
again?" Urg. He's beginning to sound concerned. But the only problem is, Draco's concerned. About his safety and about the fact
that if Potter dies, although it would make him rather happy, he'd lose his
rival and main focus of torment. He'd have to find out targets to pick on and
that's just no fun at all!
Harry doesn't mean to be brave, he just can't help it.
It's in his bloodline, along with idiocy. Don't the two go hand in hand anyway?
His Godfather might be inclined to agree with that. Speaking of which, this
little venture hopefully won't reach his ears. "Let's stick close
together, it's safer that way." Yes Malfoy, he's including you in that. He
may not like you, but he doesn't want anything to befall you out here. He
shakes his head back at Malfoy, "Of course I remember, quite clearly, and
I think it's safe to assume that Voldemort is NOT lurking about here in the
Cho glances towards Harry as he says all this, looking
rather odd for a moment as he says Voldemort's name,
but at least he's not in the forest, something that he certainly seems very sure
of. It certainly wouldn't be a good thing if he were. She nods, smiling lightly
as she says, "I can see why they made you Captain, Harry." He
certainly takes charge, even if this isn't exactly your normal Quidditch pratice. She's never
been in the forest before, and it certainly sounds like the two of them had
some bad experiences here. Her eyes flit back towards the Slytherin for a few
moments, but she says nothing to him. The look she gives isn't nasty though,
quite the contrary. In fact, he probably hates the brief sympathetic look far
more than he would a nasty one.
He winces, probably like Ron would, at hearing Harry use
the name of the Dark Lord out loud. Can't you just say 'You-Know-Who' or
'What's-His-Nuts-That-Keeps-Trying-To-Kill-Me-And-He's-One-Ugly-Bitch' or
something? Is it that difficult? Even Lucius Malfoy
won't refer to his master by the proper name. And... and... don't look at him like that!
-.- Draco schools his expression into that of distaste and irritation of the
current situation, a little bit of boredom showing here and there, but he
sticks close, his hand reaching under the robes to pull out his own wand,
holding it ready with a slightly shaking hand. Though his face can be turned
into a perfect mask, he can't just push away the fear entirely. So there's
probably no Voldemort hiding anywhere, but there are other things in the
forest. Like werewolves, and probably stuff that he never would of dreamed of. Not even in his nightmares. "You don't
need to tell me twice to stay on guard, Potter." But as for it being his
fault, he gives an indignant 'hmph'.
Harry's ears redden in response to Cho's commentary,
".. err.." Truth be
told, he was the most logical choice with the majority of the team graduating.. and erhm,
great, now he's going all modest. (Which isn't a bad thing.)
".. It's nothing, really." Without glancing back at Malfoy, he just
says, "Then don't give me a reason to remind you." He does shift his
gaze to make sure Cho's sticking close. And NO he's going to keep referring to
Captain Buggernuts by his proper name. Dumbledore
always said being afraid of Voldemort's name only
increases the fear of the serpent man thing.
Nothing... Riiiiight. Cho just smiles at the modesty, but returns her eyes to
the forest, looking up towards the trees mainly, scanning for signs of movement
or flickers of gold. They can stay alert about the impending doom that will no
doubt befall them (Hey, this is /Harry/ they're with after all) and she's going
to keep an eye out for the thing they've come in here to risk their necks for.
And if those two continue to bicker like that, they might just /attract/
monsters and other nasties of the forest this way.
He wouldn't be at all surprised if the monsters just
flocked in this direction just because Potter happens to be here, not due to
their bickering. His expression grows a tad more irritated than before. As much
as he'd like to sock the other boy, right here, then leave him to be eaten by
the first thing that comes along, that would reduce the number, not to mention
the safety. As a coward, having as many people around him as possible is much
better than fighting back. Besides, he can always just deal with it and deck
Potter for his insolence once they get out. Draco looks about the trees, not
exactly for the snitch, but for anything that just may be waiting to jump out
at them from the shadows. >.> <.<
But the snitch is found before anything of the demonic,
evil, 'I'm going to eat you for dinner' variety finds them. It glitters up
ahead through the trees, flashing gold as what light that manages to get
through reflects off it. The thing probably went crashing through the trees and
wound up getting itself stuck.
Harry doesn't mean to bicker, Malfoy keeps starting it
and he feels obliged to finish. Please keep your attention on the imminent doom
at hand kids. The name of Potter is synonymous with trouble. This is going to
prove to be an interesting evening, now isn't it? The sight of the snitch is
caught out of the corner of his eye, he mounts his broom, "You
two stay here!" He's going to go after the darn thing, and then we can get
out of here. He kicks off, spurring his broom after the little golden ball.
Cho spots the fleck of gold about the exact same time as
Harry does, but his 'Stay here' stops her before she takes off towards it.
What? Wasn't he the one who said they should stay close to each other? Aren't
they /all/ Seekers here? ... But then again, this is rather close quarters and
all three of them flying after it would likely be more of a danger to each
other than catching the snitch effectively, so her hands loosen from around her
broom and she sighs distantly. "Do you think he was listening in
earlier?" She asks softly, not looking back at Draco, trying to keep her
eyes on Harry and the snitch /and/ the forest at the same time. And she's still
worried about that? She could probably just say that she was working on a side
project for Madam Pomfrey and got Draco's help as a
good potion's student.
"I have no idea. I only just noticed him" Draco
admits, momentarily allowing his attention to stray away from the trees towards
Harry, whom has obviously located the snitch, judging by how he hops on his
broom, issues a command and is then gone. Thank god. That means that they can
get out of here. But as quickly as he looks away, he is certainly fast to look
back again. Until they're out of here, they are still in possible danger. He
rubs his arm a little with the wand-hand. Is it just him or has it just gotten
a little bit chilly here? Nevermind that it's the
dead of winter, but with so much shielding them from the wind and cold, it
should at least be a little warmer than it feels...
And what Harry comes face to face with a group of
Dementors, who emerge from the trees, the one in the lead clutching the golden
object in a decaying hand, its wings struggling in a futile attempt to escape.
The temperature in the forest plummets; even the trees seem to lean away from
them. It's certainly not the weather, Draco! It isn't long before the first
group of dementors is joined by a second, who lunge out from the shadows for
the pair whom Harry has left behind, their hands, like claws reaching out for
them, a horrible screeching noise sounding out the assault.
Ehehe..
so Harry did suggest we stick together.. As for
listening in, well he didn't hear too much and it's none of his business
anyway. It's not like he has any claim anywhere. His focus on the snitch is
disrupted immediately by the chill that creeps from the inside on out.
Following the chill almost immediately come those familiar screams of terror
that only he can hear, surging through his ears. As the appearance of the
Dementors has caught him completely off guard, he's able to keep his wits about
him enough to keep from plummeting to the ground. With a shaking hand, he aims
his wand in the direction of the Dementors. His eyes shut tightly as he forces
happy thoughts.. ".. Y..
you two.. think of the happiest thing you can.."
Ehehe..
so Harry did suggest we stick together.. As for
listening in, well he didn't hear too much and it's none of his business
anyway. It's not like he has any claim anywhere. His focus on the snitch is
disrupted immediately by the chill that creeps from the inside on out.
Following the chill almost immediately come those familiar screams of terror
that only he can hear, surging through his ears. As the appearance of the
Dementors has caught him completely off guard, he's able to keep his wits about
him enough to keep from plummeting to the ground. With a shaking hand, he aims
his wand in the direction of the Dementors. His eyes shut tightly as he forces
happy thoughts.. ".. Y..
you two.. think of the happiest thing you can.."
Oh. No. The chill in the air sends cold shivers down her
spine and back and while she doesn't have the horrible flashes that Harry
suffers from, Cho feels as if her throat is collapsing and she can't really
breathe. A soft scretch escapes from a tight throat
and she starts to stumble away from the group coming near them. Her seven and a
half inch wand and broom manage to stay in her hand by the mere fact that she's
holding onto them for dear life (her knuckles are even turning white as Draco's
pale face). ... What was that, Harry? The voice of the young Gryffindor Seeker
seems to wake her up and she tries to do that. Happy thought... happy
thought... And as one might guess, the happy thought involves a certain fellow
Seeker who is /not/ in this forest (sorry, boys).
Any color that was left in Draco's face immediately
drains the moment the cloaked figures come from the shadows, their hands
outstretched. Potter's words manage to reach him, though, piercing through the
beginnings of fear... "We're about to die and all you can say is to think
HAPPY THOUGHTS?!" He splutters, but as the dementors close in and the fear
becomes hysterical, the blonde Slytherin is willing to try anything. He
thinks... but what would make him happy? Is there anything that does make
Draco, honestly, happy? Well. Certainly not dying here, tonight, in this forest
would definitely make him happy. Humiliating Potter makes him happy, too. But
it's not enough, for although he doesn't hear terrified screams, what does
exist there smushes his happy thoughts dead. And
then, he finds it, and he latches onto it. He's got a happy thought! He's going
to pass out! WHAT NOW?
The Dementors make a point to circle the group of
seekers, closing in on them while the 'leader' seems to hang back a bit, the snitch still clutched in his hand. They talk amongst
themselves in their odd language, but from the sounds of it, it can't be of any
good. Some reach their hands of rotted flesh up for the dark hoods, while
others reach out to snag whatever they can to hold the three. Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do when they
attempt to perform the Dementor's Kiss on you? Dementors. Dementors. o/~
Harry doesn't mind that at all. It's not something he
expects. Just focus on the happiest thing you can muster. He swallows again,
trying to force the invading happy sucking chill out of his system. His green
eyes open halfway, eyeing the Dementors as he continues to hold his wand out,
aiming, "Keep thinking happy thoughts and say this with me.. Expecto Patronum!!"
He's not expecting it to work for either of you, but he can hope it at least
helps drive these creatures back. Once again, he forcefully
bellows out, "Expecto Patronum!!!"
A silvery cloud in the shape of a stag erupts from the end of his wand,
charging in the direction of the Dementors.
"..Expecto Patronum.." Cho manages in a
weak voice at the same time Harry says it, still trying to move away from them
as best she can, but well, if they're circling them, then it certainly isn't
making for much success. Nothing erupts from her wand, not a spark of silver,
but that's only to be expected. She's never done this particular spell before,
and only really seen it a few times. (A certain Quidditch
match comes to mind. That stag certainly looks familiar! --
Probably does to Draco too, heh.) Most likely,
the first thing the Dementors will get their grubby little hands on will be
either her broom, or her robe. She likely won't be scaring any of them away
with her measly, non-existant Expecto
Patronum.
Now, you want him to start screaming nonsense, too?! What
the hell is a spell going to do to chase these things off? Is it going to be
like that one which was fired at him in the Quidditch
match? Just a malformed puff of smoke?! Oh god, oh
god, oh god. Draco lifts his wand with a shaking hand, eyes wide with fear.
"Expecto Patronum..."
He manages to get out, voice sounding strangled, but nothing seems to happen.
The tip of his wand just shakes, as does his hand. "...Expecto..."
He can't even finish it, his happy thought is dissolving, it's
being taken away from him, drained.
The Dementors cry out, some immediately dashing back into
the shadows where relative safety lies, others lingering, though stepping
backwards, casting looks at one another. The Patronus, although it is only one, plus the chants from the
other two, succeed in instilling a feeling of threat in the creatures of
darkness. They back away further, then disperse all at
once, fleeing in every direction. The last to leave being the
leader, who throws the snitch away and vanishes into the trees.
Harry forces his legs into action, sidling in front of
the two of you, wand still out as he tries to keep his Patronus
working. As the Dementors flee, the silvery stag dissolves and it's all Harry
can do to keep from collapsing onto the ground.. Time
to forget that snitch; it'll fly back out on its own. He wants out of here so
he can collapse properly then crawl his way inside for more chocolate than any
kid should be eating. "... Let's get out of here..
before they try to come back." Draco, any other
time and he would LOVE that expression on your face, but as his own mirrors
that, he's not going to laugh. He closes his eyes briefly as the screams
ringing in his ears fade out.
"..." Cho stands there, grasping her broom and
her wand so tightly it's a wonder they don't snap. They probably would if she
was much stronger than she is. "...Those are... disgusting... horrible
creatures..." And they are quite lucky to be fully intact, she doesn't
mind thinking! She glances at Harry and her expression changes for a second as
she almost argues. They really should get the snitch after all.... It's only
the right and... ...But she really doesn't want that cold feeling to come back,
so the protests never form, instead she asks, "Everyone's all right
though?" before she looks towards Draco, showing that the question is for
both. Her own expression isn't far from theirs, but if she puts some concern in
them forward, it helps push away the cold, dark, empty feelings that the
Dementors were invoking.
He's alright. He's shaking, but at least Draco's in one
piece and that's all that matters... to him. He wraps an arm around the top of
his broomstick to hold it, using his now free hand to steady the other which
shakes with the wand. He wants to leave, to get out of here, that's for sure,
but he'd almost prefer to gather his nerves once again, the images in his head
fading away into nothingness. "It'll probably be better if we fly
out..." Whether straight up through the leaf 'canopy' of
sorts, or straight through the forest, itself. Since the Dementors
travel on foot, it'd probably be harder for them to catch up, right?
Harry feels like he could throw up and never be happy
again. At least he's no longer passing out cold around those foul things.
".. Dumbledore's not going to be happy about this..
m'fine.. we
have to get out of here and back inside.." He nods at Malfoy, good thing
we've all got our brooms. "Good idea Malfoy." Shakily he mounts his
broom again, waiting for the two of you to mount and kick off your own brooms.
Just in case the Dementors come back, despite the strong possibility he's too
weak now to pull off another Patronus right now.
Cho nods at the idea. She'd much rather fly her broom
than try to walk after all. Walking is much slower, and her legs feel like
rubber. She says nothing at all this time, and for once she's not even
/managing/ a smile. She throws a leg over it and kicks off and upwards a few
feet before she weaves her way around the trees and towards the exit. She
/could/ go faster (even with her Comet), but she's not willing to push her luck
tonight. Legs felt like rubber, well, that's nothing compared to her arms. Her
hands are clutching like claws of death, but her arms are another matter all
together.