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Who: Ellie and Mr. Farrowe
What: Ellie’s in trouble
When: Monday just after classes
Where: School hallway
Rating: Low



Ellie was a sweet girl. She’d been emerging from her shell over the past year, especially recently. However, she did possess a temper that matched the element her magic worked with. Sometimes it flared as fast and as hot as her fire. Sometimes it was slow to catch, but there were times when it burned slowly. Methodically. Those were the times that belied her gentle nature, revealing a side of her few got to see. Those times were reserved for those that ran Anton Castle…and bullies. Ellie took bullies and vengeance very seriously.

She’d been coming to be friends with Davian after she’d followed Paxton’s request to be nicer to the sloth demon. It had been surprising to her how much she actually liked him, but after finding him stuffed into a locker, again, tail caught in the door and sporting a bruise on his face she’d come to care about Davian. The tears in his eyes and the evidence of being hit that had lit the fuse on that slow burn sense of vengeance she had, and after getting Davian patched up plans had begun to form in her mind. She’d seen the ones who had abused him. They’d passed her in the hall before she’d come upon Davian. They weren’t familiar to her, but Ellie knew she’d be able to identify them again. The time between the incident with Davian and today Ellie spent in learning the bullies’ habits, tracking their movements, learning their schedule, until she had a good idea of when and where would be best for what she had in mind. Finally, she felt confident to put her plan into action.

Today after the last class when everyone was still mingling about in the halls she lingered near the classroom they’d been in. She’d left her own class early under the ruse of needing the ladies’ room, stashed her books in her locker then made her way to this hall. When she spotted them exiting the room she gave them a count of ten to be away from the door then pushed away from the wall she’d been leaning on. Not a word came from her as she approached them. When they picked up on the fact that they were her destination Ellie put on a pleasant smile that did not reach her eyes as a ruse to put them at ease. It was almost too easy.

Her first punch landed exactly where she wanted it, right to the bridge of the nose of the first guilty boy she’d reached. He cried out as his nose exploded into a gush of blood. The element of surprise left her able to put her fist into the face of a second, but now it was on in earnest. Now she had to fight dirty as they didn’t hesitate to fight back against a girl. Ellie kicked, threw elbows and fists alike, but before she could land another punch someone caught her arm. “Oi!”