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@professorderekhale
You don’t have to be afraid of me.
(slytherinski):
[Stiles’ jaw tightened and he got up, walking over to Derek and grabbing his shoulder.] You think I wanted to do that to her? I’ve been blaming myself enough, Derek, I don’t need you doing it too.
[He looked from Stiles’ hand on his shoulder to the teen’s face before shrugging the touch away.] I don’t...blame you. I just think it’s for the best if you keep your distance for a while.
Where’s Cora?
(cunninghale):
[The more time passed, there were lesser occasions when Peter and Derek would agree on something, but when they were of the same mind...] Three. Two. One. Reducto! [The sinks blew up, pieces of stone and porcelain flying around them, but once the dust was settled there was clearly a passage open, and a pipe, and beyond that, the infamous Chamber of Secrets. And Cora, her scent stronger now] After you?
[Derek took a slight step back and shielded his face from the flying debris as the sinks imploded within themselves, leaving nothing but a giant entrance in its wake. He glanced at Peter, nodding before moving forward into the passage that led the way into the chamber.] Watch your step, nothing’s particularly stable down here. [He mentioned as Peter followed, looking up at the remainder of the bathroom above, mentally figuring out how they were going to get Cora back out safely.]
Where’s Cora?
(cunninghale):
[Calling it a plan was a stretch of the word, but desperate times required desperate measures, and to be honest, if Stilinski dared to complain about the destroyed property, Peter would not so kindly remind him it had been because of his son and whatever he was playing at] If the sources are right, there is a pipe going down from there into the Chamber. The only thing between us and that pipe is the sinks… that are sadly going to go away. Take out your wand.
[He watched the idea form on Peter’s face even before he voiced anything aloud. He followed his line of sight to the circle of sinks and stood again, already reaching for his wand.] On three? [Together they could clear the sinks with ease. Reducto was a powerful spell cast by one wizard, but combined was bound to get them into the chamber and leave the sinks as nothing but dust. He aimed towards the offending porcelain, then looked to his uncle, letting him count them down before casting.]
Where’s Cora?
(cunninghale):
Not… exactly. [Peter tapped his chin with his finger, thinking about the issue at hand. The Chamber of Secrets was down there, and they needed to speak Perseltongue so the access could be opened. It wasn’t exactly a foolproof system, but it worked because the location of the entrance was a secret. But not anymore. Everyone knew now. There weren’t students sneaking out into the Chamber for midnight make out sessiosn because they couldn’t trigger the opening. But what is you didn’t have to trigger anything? The Chamber was there, it was a real, physical place, not bound by any special spell or charm, just a huge room made out of stone under the pipes. If they could only have access, removing the door…] Well, we are going to have to blast away school property to save your sister, and probably make Salazar Slytherin really angry on his grave.
[He couldn’t help a scoff at the remark.] Salazar Slytherin will just have to deal with it. We’re getting this chamber open. What’s your plan? [He crouched low, running his hand along tile, looking for any sign that there was a weaker spot to target. Whatever Peter had up his sleeve was sure to cause some destruction, but the closer they could get to the chamber, the less damage control they’d have to deal with later on.]
You don’t have to be afraid of me.
(slytherinski):
[Stiles doesn’t know what to say after the correction. He clenches his jaw and continues grading papers.] Dad and Melissa told me to get back in the habit of doing my regular routine. That means coming here to help you.
You haven’t had a regular routine this year. You’ve been gone, working yourself to exhaustion or locking people in forbidden areas of the castle. [He averts his gaze and goes back to scrawling out his lesson on the blackboard while Stiles continues grading.] But whatever makes you feel better, I guess.
(badgerturnedwolf):
“I’m fine!” Erica yelled, completely frustrated and turning to face Derek, “That was my first game and that bitch couldn’t handle me she tried to kill me! That wasn’t a bloody accident, I don’t see anyone doing anything about that!” Then she suddenly laughed, humorless. “You know what, maybe it is better if I don’t play because if I do I might just kill her midair.”
Derek leaned against one of the nearest walls, arms crossed over his chest while he let her rant and get it out of her system. “Exactly why you’re not playing right now. Neither of you should be anywhere close to each other right now.” He knew Erica was intense in everything that she felt, and letting her back onto a field would surely just end up in someone getting hurt. “Don’t worry about her. She’ll be dealt with. Focus on yourself for the time being.”
You don’t have to be afraid of me.
(slytherinski):
Well I know exactly what I did, Derek. I don’t need your glare reminding me.
Professor Hale. [He corrected a little bitterly.] And you’re welcome to leave at any time. It was your choice to come help out today, I didn’t ask.
Where’s Cora?
(cunninghale):
I wouldn’t call anyone who willingly enters into the Chamber of Secrets precisely smart, [He was hoping Cora hadn’t done it, but first, he never really had much hopes about anything, and second, it made more and more sense the more he thought about it. And sadly, Derek was right, their smell was everywhere in the second floor girls’ bathroom. Bloody brilliant. The two stupid brats had descended into Salazar Slytherin’s chamber and now they had to find a way to get them out] Any suggestion for our little Parsel problem?
[It was fairly obvious where they’d gone, Derek tracking their trail around the rind of sinks, moving back to look at Peter moments after his foot found a loose metal grate where everything must’ve moved out of place to allow entrance.] I was sort of hoping you would have a solution. Brute force doesn’t exactly seem plausible...
(badgerturnedwolf):
Almost unconsciously, the shift started to slowly backtrack, her nails retracting back into the quidditch gloves and pulling out of the dirt, he fangs going back to normal size, the protruding feature getting smaller… before she knew it the anger had subsided. Only when that happened did she really notice the approaching people and everything that was happening around her. That disoriented her a bit, so she looked a bit confused when Derek helped her stand up. The rest of the teachers and Coach approached them and asked for any injuries, to which Erica shook her head, just seconds before her eyes landed far away on Jupiter. The anger came back, but this time, at least it was her regular anger that she could control, not the murderous kind. All of the teachers agreed she shouldn’t play anymore for the day, and that got a reaction out of her alright. She insisted she could still play, but Derek didn’t let her and Nurse McCall wouldn’t give her the good to go. Erica had to leave the field, followed by Derek, and she didn’t say a word until she walked into the locker room. “That was a whole load of horsecrap!”
Derek breathed out a sigh of relief when Erica was back to her human self, running his thumb over the back of her hand as he helped her to her feet. He hovered close considering the height she’d fallen and nearly landed from. It was enough to make anyone shaky. She stood strong though, speaking with the other teachers that looked her over as well, none of them thinking it best that she continue to play. One glance over at Jupiter on the other side of the field and he knew it probably wasn’t over between she and Erica, whatever had happened there was going to need to be worked out at another time. There was no way he was going to let Erica fly with her again though.”I’ll make sure she gets back to the castle safely.” She told madam McCall to relieve her worry about the girl’s potential injuries, or lack there of. Erica was walking before the conversation had really been finished and he hurried to catch up to her, keeping close by as she headed for the lockers, giving little hesitation to following. “It was for the best. It was a long fall, no one should play after something like that. You’ll be back for the next game.”
You don’t have to be afraid of me.
(slytherinski):
I’m not blind y’know. I can practically feel the way you’re looking at me.
Trust me, it’s not fear.
Where’s Cora?
(cunninghale):
A little off is a such a nice way of describing your pet being out of character, but not even him can speak Parseltongue, which is what you need to get a ride into Salazar Slytherin’s Sewer Room.
For once, I honestly hope you’re right. They’re smart though, I wouldn’t put it past them. [He made his way into the girls’ bathroom, looking around for any sign of the teens having been there. His eyes scanned the room and followed the slightly lingering scent of Stiles and his sister around the sinks in the center of the room.] They were here.
(badgerturnedwolf):
“They already do!” Erica snarled at him, lifting her head. She had been able to keep control and keep herself quiet while she struggled to really regain control of herself, but that part had just inevitably triggered her. Before she was invisible and no one even glanced at her except to laugh or mock her, but now she was on the spotlight, and while that was good most of the time, there were also the werewolf haters. Talking shit behind her back. Throwing her off her broom and trying to kill her. She was about to lose it when Derek placed his hand on hers and somehow that gesture, the warmth of his skin against hers… he hardly ever touched her, even more so nowadays. But she had been craving for it, so badly. She still remembered how his hand had felt on her shoulder that day when he gave her the bite… the effect of his touch was enough to sway the werewolf in her enough to listen to him again. He looked at him just like he ordered her to, looking up at him, focusing on his face. That stupid, attractive face. She hated him so much, and yet…
Derek wasn’t moving until Erica was calm, couldn’t take her back to the castle like this. The crowd of people we beginning to grow closer and the game had ceased. Everyone would be gathered around them soon with great concern. While it wasn’t much of a secret what Erica was, to save the controversy around having a werewolf potentially unstable on a quidditch field, he needed her to relax. Then slowly, Erica’s features began to morph back into her usual, human ones. She looked deep in thought, but was focused on him and it seemed to be working. Her heart beat was slowing and he ran a hand from her shoulder down her arm in encouragement to continue calming herself. “It’s okay, Erica. You’re alright.” He promised easily, knowing things would be fine if she continued like this.
Where’s Cora?
(cunninghale):
Says you, but again, who’s keeping count.
[He gave Derek a look and rolled his eyes before following him down the hall] Will you share your idea or should I start guessing?
Thankfully, me.
Well think about it, where would my adrenaline seeking sister go with Stiles who...has had quite a knack for danger lately and been a little...off? [He continued to lead as he spoke, down the hall to one of the girls’ lavatories.] Where’s one of the most iconic Slytherin sights in this castle?
(magicalmontgomery):
[Charlie stops as she hears a faint buzzing sound.] Wait! Do you hear that?
[He stopped moving, focusing on the sounds around him, picking up the noise easily.] Over there, by the door.
Where’s Cora?
(cunninghale):
You say that, and I’m fairly sure I know more about most of the Gryffindors than you do, but who’s keeping count?
If I knew… [He rolled his eyes] No one had seen them around the castle or the grounds [He had made sure of that himself] So they probably used some of the hidden corridors.
And yet, all of my Gryiffindors are accounted for, unlike your Slytherins.
Hidden corridors...where would they go? [He muttered mainly to himself, trying to figure out where Stiles and Cora would want to go, and then...] I think I know where they went. Come on, this way. [He led Peter down the hall quickly.]
(badgerturnedwolf):
Erica shrank slightly and lowered her head in submission when she heard Derek yell at her, the beta in her reacting instinctively to her alpha’s command. But the shift wasn’t stopping. She could fee her fangs growing now and hair growing down her cheeks, her face changing, her instinct to attack Jupiter still intact. She growled, her claws sinking on the dirt. It was taking all of her self-control to stay where she was, making her body tremble, “I’m going to kill her.” She told Derek hoarsely.
Derek knew he needed to act quickly before this got out of hand and Erica went on a rampage she couldn’t help. “Hey, you’re not killing anyone.” He continued just as sharply as he had before. “You need to focus. We need to get you inside but not like this, unless you want the entire school talking about you behind your back.” His hand moved over hers where she had her claws dug deeply into the earth, trying to keep herself grounded to something. “Erica, look at me.” He insisted quickly. “Just focus on me.”
(badgerturnedwolf):
Erica grinned arrogantly, not the least affected by Jupiter’s words. ‘enhanced mutt powers’? Is that the best she could do? “Jealous, dear? You wish you could do what I do.” Erica chuckled to herself when the Slytherin girl looked away and they got back to the game. Erica was beyond satisfied at how she stood her ground against her. Before she became a werewolf, she lacked a backbone, but now… she had enough power and confidence to fight back, and most importantly, win. Erica felt like she was on top of the world.
Right before she was knocked down her broom by a bludger. The hard ball hit her right on the side, and Erica couldn’t even focus on how much it had hurt because she was falling down through straight to the ground, instinctively screaming. For a second, Erica swore she was going to hit the ground and die, werewolf healing or not. But just after a few seconds of falling, which felt like an eternity, she abruptly stopped in the middle of the air, face down, just maybe a whole meter between her and the ground. She was shrieking softly and panting as she stared at the ground, and when she blinked, she realized her eyes had gotten watery, and not because of the air hitting her eyes.
Whatever had stopped her fall, or well, whoever, set her slowly on the ground. That’s when she started to recover from the fright and her thoughts started to put it all together. She had been hit by a bludger…. and as she realized it had to be Jupiter, rage started taking over her inevitably. Her body started to shake in anger, her eyes glowed bright yellow and her nails started to turn into claws… she was going to kill her. Maim her. Rip her throat out. That was suddenly Erica’s only thought.
Derek hadn’t originally been planning on going to the game that evening. It was rare he went to them anymore, with work keeping him busy and his tendency towards seclusion out weighing his need to be shoved into a crowd with a bunch of others to watch people fly around for an hour or so. Still, he’d decided to go. Wasn’t Deaton always saying he needed to be more involved with his pack anyways? Most of them were playing in the game anyways, so he figured it’d be a good leeway to bonding. Of some sorts at least, what with Erica off and on angry with him, Isaac usually distant and Boyd the silent type that he was.
He wasn’t expecting the blonde beta to find herself in any trouble during a simple school game, but he was reminded how seriously the students took the sport as he watched Erica get hit with a bludger, knocking her clear off her broom and hurtling towards the ground. Reacting within an instant with a hurried and sharp, “Arresto momentum!” He was one of the first out on the field, lowering her softly to the ground and moving to her side, not missing the way her eyes were bright with rage. “Erica!” He snapped to get her attention, needing to make sure she showed some control and was alright. They needed to get her off the field.
