gilbert rosier (rosace) wrote in enemies_rpg, @ 2013-03-17 01:28:00 |
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The empty classroom in the dungeons already had a few spells on it -- to minimize noise, to alert them to anyone approaching, and other cautious but not overly weird magic. Spells that also could be undone quickly if necessary. Still, it might look a bit strange for two boys to emerge from an empty classroom flushed and bruised, especially when they were supposed to be studying Arithmancy. Arithmancy was one of Gilbert's best subjects, so having someone "tutor" him in that would show better than flunking another Ancient Runes pop quiz. Except they were working on something closer to Defence Against the Dark Arts, through duelling or just the Dark Arts portion of the class. With the duelling portion over for the day, some of Gilbert's Arithmancy work was out and partially completed so that it looked like he had made some progress during his time with Dieter. But that was off to the side. Instead, he had a book of Dark Arts spells in front of him, one that was disguised as some ordinary, boring book. "How about this one?" Gilbert asked, his eyes still trained on the book. Undisguised, the pages were older; the book had been from one of the group's homes. He absently rubbed a spot on his arm that had been hit by a stinging hex earlier. "'Make your enemy's skin melt off'." Dieter thought that agreeing to 'tutor' Gilbert had been a smart plan. It kept them both on top of things and sometimes he did actually study things for school. Sometimes. Right now he was sitting with his feet kicked up and a book balanced on his chest. More Dark Arts reading, carefully disguised. But he was only halfway paying attention to the book. Obviously he didn't need to do any work when tutoring someone younger than him, so he hadn't bothered to pull much more than a book or two out of his bag. Compared to Gilbert's spread, he looked a bit slack. Looking over at where Gilbert was pointing, he raised an eyebrow. "Interesting, but you'd need an enemy who couldn't just walk out of the way, wouldn't you?" "Well, you would subdue them first," Gilbert answered automatically. His brow furrowed for a second as he actually thought it out. Obviously, it would be cool in a disgusting way to see it happen, but he also wasn't as into prolonging things as some others were. Without waiting for Dieter's answer, he flipped to the pages to the next spell. Blood freezing. Literally. Instead of reading that one aloud, Gilbert turned to Dieter and asked, "You know that spell they thought the Mudbloods are under? Do you ever want to learn that one?" Dieter nodded along with Gilbert's answers. "Obviously, but it's still not a spell if you're in a hurry." Sadism wasn't really one of Dieter's vices and while it sounded interesting in theory, he wouldn't lose sleep if he never learned how to melt someone's skin off. "I think so, yes." He shrugged. "It's probably really difficult, I'd like to give it a try." He could freeze one of his sisters for a week, that'd be a nice change of pace. Wedging his notes to serve as a bookmark in his current one, Gilbert flipped to the beginning and the end of his book to double-check there wasn't some table of contents or indices before quickly flipping from where he had left off. "Let's find it," he was saying. "It'll be a nice break from Obliviation and Unforgivables. Though I should get better at those." That was said in a lower tone. Dieter flipped through his own book to see if maybe the spell was in his book. His failure in Obliviation was still stinging him, but he didn't really want to mention that to anyone. "It might not be in any of these," he said as he skimmed, hoping to find it if it was there. "Practice makes perfect." He shrugged. "I can't find it in this one." "We can't practice too much here," Gilbert countered. And while he did anticipate practicing over the holidays, it was a bit different from when some of them went out to practice in Hogsmeade. Hogsmeade was different from the rest of the school, because those were adults, rather than those in their age group. And there was a group of them, and they were with Tom. "I wonder if Mary will kill anyone." "No. Especially not with Mary around," he agreed. Dieter understood the value of lying low, and treasured it. And now that everyone thought he was the one attacking people, he didn't really feel like doing anything practical at school where getting caught was always a risk. "I do too. Maybe she will. She's done a good job so far." Gilbert nodded, then, "Do you want her to kill anyone?" Dieter frowned. He hadn't really thought about it. "I don't know. The statue thing is fine." He shrugged. "Do you?" Gilbert had thought about it. He had felt incredibly relieved to learn that McGregor wasn't dead like he thought she would be. And then when Montgomery was left out in the cold, he didn't understand why the older boy had time to freeze, and yet Mary didn't try to eat him or anything. "I don't know either," he said, trying to match Dieter's tone as he went back to his book. "I suppose whatever it takes to get them out of the school will do. Perhaps that's why the Muggles are at war -- no common sense." Opening his book again, he turned his eyes down to the text. It was a complicated feeling, but he wasn't upset over whatever was happening, all in all. "No survival instinct, maybe. That's why Muggleborns are never in Slytherin, no self-preservation." He laughed, but it was pretty fake. "They'll get the picture sooner or later, or maybe Dippet will ask them not to come back at the end of the year." The laugh made Gilbert lift his head to look at Dieter, though he refrained from looking too puzzled or saying anything. He went back to where he left off and started going about it at his previous pace again. "He'll probably bring more dementors to the school," he grumbled, and then in a louder voice read, "'Filling lungs with acid'." |