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Post by jeona on Dec 3, 2008 14:28:38 GMT 1
Since Jeona had been able to watch her mouth, she wasn't expecting the other girl to go completely nutso. She should have. Siren was CRAZY!!!!
Jeona's teeth started to get bigger and she hunched over a bit because she needed to defend herself in care Siren wasn't done with her yet. She had time to think about what a horrible human being Siren was and how Jeona was about to be twice as bad.
"Finite Incantatem." She said on herself. The teeth grew back to their normal size and Jeona gave Siren such a glare. Siren should have been afraid but she was probably too arrogant to be.
"Tarantallegra!" Jeona said, pointing her wand at Siren. She wanted to see the girl dance her way right out the window. What could Jeona say if it happened? No jury could convict her. Siren drew her wand first.
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Post by fallensiren on Jan 23, 2009 6:14:26 GMT 1
Her feet tapped, not at all of her own accord, but Siren, haughty, beautiful Siren, had undoubtedly been in a few more duels than Miss Coldbath had. What with the constant rows with her family and certain magical beings nearby, and the nasty trend towards a mounting temper, Siren knew, at least, how to keep her head in battle.
It didn't matter that her feet danced around without her consent; she could still aim. "Levicorpus!" she shouted, swishing her wand towards Jeona, directing its motion upward. No way to block that jinx, and she'd be in a right fix once she was in the air. Maybe humbled enough to make a few apologies. Siren muttered the finite incantatem spell so her legs would stop moving, to make things a bit easier.
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Post by jeona on Jan 23, 2009 23:03:19 GMT 1
Jeona was swooped off her feet into the air. She was high enough to reach the hanging lamp with the lit candles in it. "Oh that was mature of you." Jeona shot back. "You are such a little psycho, you know that? It won't be too long before you're calling Azkaban home. I could really see you huddled in a corner crying for your mum."
Without her feet on the ground she was feeling a bit out of her depth. She was very uneasy but she wasn't done with this yet. "Densaugeo!" She shouted. Yeah hardly orginal but while Siren would be busy for a second or two, Jeona got to work throwing lit candles at Siren's bed. She prided herself on a two pronged attack. One wizard, one muggle but both effective.
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Post by fallensiren on Jan 25, 2009 4:03:04 GMT 1
"'Little psycho'?"
The terrible quality of the insult made Siren giggle, and the jibe about Azkaban and her mother hardly even struck home. She ducked the tooth-elongating spell that Jeona tossed at her, and then began her mad dash to dodge the candles that were now being thrown her way - and towards her bed...
"Aguamenti!" she cried, brandishing her wand to put the fire out.
"Are you a witch or not?" she called, her voice taunting. A candle smacked her in the head, and, rubbing the sore spot, she muttered, "Protego." The spell instantly glowed to life around her, shielding her from bodily injury, and she turned the spout of water on the floor, where the candle was now starting to burn the wood.
Having averted a potential crisis, she flicked her wand at Jeona. "Liberacorpus. Disgrace to the name of wizard," Siren grumped, turning her wand to diminish the small fires that were still cropping up all over the room.
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