Terry Connors (ex_terryfic69) wrote in midnightremedy, @ 2010-12-17 00:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | jake hobbs, terry connors |
Who: Jake Hobbs & Terry Connors
What: An eye for an eye leaves everybody blind.
Where: Jake's office. Again.
When: Saturday morning.
Status: Incomplete.
Summary: Jake misplaces the copy he and Ophelia decorated, Terry, uh... decides to return the favor.
Terry wrapped her fingers around the door’s knob, turning it gently as her eyes drifted shut. When nothing happened, she released the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. The door seemed to have no spells imbued in it, though, she thought as she wrapped a few protective charms around herself, that could very well mean that whoever had casted them had taken good care of hiding them. And, while she could very well take her time to look, she had no wishes to be caught maneuvering around a door. The door leading to a professor’s office, no less. A shiver that had nothing to do with cold crawled up her spine.
Releasing the doorknob, she outstretched her hand and whispered- “Open.” Immediately, there was a click, and the door slowly swung open, as if to lure her in. After throwing a quick, surreptitious look down the deserted hall, Terry slid inside, soundlessly closing the door behind her.
So.
She was in. And, so far, nothing had exploded. Terry had to bite back a smile that was half-nervous, half-satisfied. Lowering her bag, she glanced around. While other students could have sneaked in to steal a copy of the next final, or even to change their grades, what she had told Hobbs a few days ago was true: she had never relied on cheating. No, she was here for a completely different reason. Terry ran her fingers along the desk, eyes briefly lingering on the briefcase thrown over one chair. If he had left it there, he was bound to come back. Good, good.
What would be the point otherwise?
Now, she had never been too good with premeditation. Her anger was abrupt, hot and explosive, and it often blinded her enough for her to neglect the consequences of her actions. She spoke without thinking, lashed out, and even, at times, lost control of her magic. This time… this time, however, called for different measures. This time, her anger was piercingly cold. She could have lived with a D in her curriculum, propelling down her precious GPA. She could have forgiven the way he talked to her.
What she couldn’t forgive was the fact that he had not only spread the word with that sister of his, he had also spent a good time drawing on her paper. And, while she could only assume he had been drunk while doing it, and possibly in company of Ophelia, given the nature of the drawings, that wasn’t the point. The point was, he had disrespected, absolutely disregarded her efforts. It was humiliating, akin to pouring salt into an open wound.
And the face her classmate had made when giving her back her paper (it was common for teachers to give the copies back to one student, passing the responsibility of returning the papers) did not help any.
But. Terry straightened. No more tears now; I will think about revenge. She had seriously considered making him temporarily (or not so temporarily) impotent, but she would have needed a piece of his clothing. She could have made bad luck follow him around like a love-struck puppy-dog. She could have given him nightmares bad enough to crack a man. In the end, however, she had decided against something more harmless. He, after all, had not outright hurt her, and if what she wanted was to get even…
Ten minutes later, her job was done. The corners of her mouth twitched up in satisfaction. The walls now shone with an insultingly bright pink color. The desk was lilac, its drawers honked loudly when opened, and the chair was bright yellow, and it made a farting noise when someone sat on it (childish, yet thoroughly amusing). The spell would fade soon, of course, but in the meantime, it would be near impossible to undo it, and… this was so much better than toilet papering a front-yard, even if the color scheme hurt her eyes somewhat.
It wasn’t only until Terry picked up her bag and reached for the door that she realized that it was all too good to last. The door refused to budge when she turned the doorknob, and her spells failed, one after the other. “I see,” she said, to no one in particular when the doorknob turned white hot under her hand. A momentary panic lanced through her, but it was quickly hushed down. Just as well if he walked in on her, she thought stubbornly, walking over to the desk and hopping on, crossing her legs, facing the door to wait for him.