Strap on Your Angel wings & Dip Them in Black

Castiel Novak. 5th Year Hufflepuff "This is going to be so much fun."

[consulting-cannibal]

into the water, let it pull him under

don’t you lift him, let him drown alive

the good Lord speaks like a rolling thunder

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[mishathan]

[straponmyangelwings]

Tooth & Fang || Open

The ball had been uneventful, at least for him. He'd gone and left and got news of werewolves by morning. People had kept to groups generally to avoid interactions with the creatures, but Castiel wasn't exactly about groups at this point in time.

Which was why he had three currently circled around him and a not so great claw wound in his side. He should apparate, but injured he very well he harm himself rather then put himself out of harms way.

The voices in his head hissed about being able to take them. But no. He couldn't. These very well could be random werewolves in from the forest, who knew, but it could be students as well. The leviathan within urged him to ignore that, attack, fight, but he simply pushed further back into the corner as they pushed in.

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The Scream of the Rabbit // Castiel and Eleven

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Eleven hesitated at the tone that reverberated through the previously even tempered Hufflepuff, and then simply stared hard at the boy. The Gyffindor could understand completely how Castiel was feeling right now - they were both probably feeling the same exact thing. A deep seeded anger at whomever had done this in order to simply destroy and cause pain. 

Narrowing his eyes, Eleven’s demeanor sharpened, though he still kept his voice down. “I think we should work together, Castiel. We both want to catch the person who did it, and make sure they get what they deserve. Too many students and professors hurt….too much pain caused with such a simple action.” Everything that had happened to River, to his brother, to Jack. To Martin. Didn’t matter what level of closeness they shared - there was simply too much pain.

"It’s probably about time I come clean with you on something, Castiel, and I know you aren’t going to believe me at first, so you might just have to trust me. I…." he hesitated again, getting the feeling that the TARDIS wouldn’t like to be used for revenge in such a way. "…I have a time machine. Now…just bear with me."

Moving closer to Castiel, Eleven motioned to the wreckage around them. “It’s a bit difficult to do - to land in such an area that was such a short time ago, but it’s possible. My only dilemma is that I don’t know where to go looking for the bomber. These bombs could have been planted right before the match - they could have been planted weeks before. I just need a good lead before we dash off to at least figure how who has done this.”

[straponmyangelwings]

Together. He could slow us down, Castiel. Get in the way, Castiel. Don't be a fool Castiel. The voices hissed and snarled in his mind but he tried to beat them back. He fixed his gaze on Eleven, expression indifferent as he listened.

A time machine. How ridiculous. He narrowed his eyes, tilted his head slightly. "I am not in a gaming mood." Castiel said flatly before Eleven went on speaking. He narrowed his eyes at the other. He didn't believe any of this time machine business. But he'd entertain the idea. "It had to have been a week or so before, at least. None of the ground was disturbed when we walked out on it before," he said calmly.

"Are you intending to take your time machine and staking out the pitch until you see someone approach. There are many ways to plant bombs without leaving a trace."

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The Scream of the Rabbit // Castiel and Eleven

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Eleven was so glad that it was dark, for Castiel would probably see how much he was blushing at his question. He had been with River…for quite a long time…doing intimate things and just reveling in the fact that neither one of them had been seriously hurt in the blast. His brother…Ten, however….

The Gryffindor was silent for a very long moment before speaking up. “I was with River, but she is alright. She got hurt up along her side, but she is bandaged up and just fine…nothing serious. She actually went off to see if she could find her roommates and other friends and make sure that they were alright. Are you alright, Castiel? Did you ever catch up with River?”

The boy seemed tense, as if he were holding something it - then again, after what had happened with his brother and the blast, and Jack, and Martin, Eleven wasn’t entirely sure that he was in any stable manner to judge such things. 

"Castiel…" Eleven paused, listening to the distant sounds of wood from the stands shifting and settling as the smoldering remains continued to burn. "…we need to do something. We can’t just take this sort of thing sitting down. We need to find out who did this."

[straponmyangelwings]

Castiel tilted his head slightly at the other. While Castiel felt great relief that River was okay, the other bit of him was incredibly indifferent. "I am fine, obviously, or I would not be here right now," he said matter of factly, as if it should be incredibly obvious. "I didn't catch up with her, no," there was no point in speaking with her, waste of time, the voices hissed into his head.

"Obviously." he said, glancing away from Eleven and back at the ruble. "I simply don't know how to go about that. Everything is in ruin here. If there is evidence it will be hard to come by." Castiel sighed with agitation, shaking his head.

"Whoever did this will pay, I am sure of it. I will handle it myself even, to be sure." He said practically snarled.

[straponmyangelwings]

More Treats then Tricks|| Open

Keeping back against the wall of the great hall, Castiel  adjusted the strap of the wings at his back. It wasn't a particularly amazing costume, yellow and black striped shirt, black pants, wings at his back and antennas on his head. He liked bees he guessed.

You look foolish. This entire event if foolish, the voices in his head hissed. Castiel shut his eyes, willing the thoughts away. They'd become progressively worse as time went on, but he hadn't an idea how to calm them down, aside from getting what needed to be done, done, and getting rid of it.

But for now, he'd try to enjoy this. He hadn't had a memorable dance in what felt like forever. So maybe this time would be different.

[straponmyangelwings]

Everybody Scream, It's Almost Halloween || Open

As the Halloween ball fast approached he found it becoming more and more difficult to pick what to be. The last few halloween's had been a vague blur, so he hoped to make this worth remembering.

He waved his wand. He sorted through outfit after outfit. Nothing seemed right to him. He sneered slightly, gripping his wand a little tighter.

It's a foolish holiday, we should not even attend.

Far better things to be doing then going to a silly dance.

Castiel grit his teeth. "Shut up please," he muttered at the voices going on in his head. They hissed and snickered as Castiel leaned against  With a huff he shook his head.

Maybe there was no point in this. It wasn't like he had anyone to go with as it were. With a huff he slumped against the mirror he'd transfigured up in the empty class and sighed.

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The Scream of the Rabbit // Castiel and Eleven

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Instantaneously, Eleven’s hands shot up in front of him, his eyes widening at the prospect of being blasted into the next county. “Castiel! It’s me! Don’t shoot…it’s Eleven it’s me!” For the smallest of moments, Eleven realized that he had no real proof that he wasn’t the bomber, other than perhaps the word of several nurses, Jack Harkness, and River. None of which were right here at the moment.

The Gryffindor had no doubt in his mind that Castiel was there for the exact same reason that he was there - to track down who had bombed and hurt so many of their classmates. “Castiel…it’s alright…” Eleven kept his hands up until he was pretty much sure that the Hufflepuff wasn’t going to hex him. 

"Trying to figure out who done it?" He ventured, clearing his throat a bit as he looked out over the still smoking ruins. "I’m glad you’re alright, Castiel. River and I were worried about you." A small smile came to his lips for the boy. 

[straponmyangelwings]

Eleven? Yes Elven. Oh yes, you've spoken to this adolescent giraffe before. I suppose we can't kill him then. He's no bomber, so no. How do you know he isn't. You don't really know this person. The whispered words went back and forth in his mind, Castiel narrowing his eyes, wand still lifted, though seemed not so quick to strike.

When Eleven started asking questions, bringing up River, his instinct shifted to attack to listen. Slowly his wand dropped and he nodded, looking about the rubble. "You both need not concern yourselves, I was no where near the blast. Knocked out before. Useless to help." He clenched his hands and brought his attention back to Eleven. "What are you doing out here. Should you not be with River?" He questioned. He didn't have anyone to tend to himself, so there wasn't any concern. But Eleven had someone. People.

[straponmyangelwings]

Assignment 3.

[straponmyangelwings]

A Curse Inside || Castiel & Meg

[purebloodandsoul]

"No!" Meg roughly spoke,nearly screamed out, she attempted to shake her head. She was so close to screaming out, but didn’t want to give him what he wanted. As he pressed on harder, her will weakened and she let out a loud yelp.  

[straponmyangelwings]

Castiel laughed, a cruel laugh that resonated in the halls. There was a part of him that was telling him no, this was horrible and wrong, but yet above that was the pleasure he was getting out of all this, or he supposed, they were getting out of this. The word cut out he pulled back his wand and dropped Meg to the floor. "Now everyone will know what you are, Meg. So, why don't you just tell me, or I could keep going, up to you."

[purebloodandsoul]

This was easy…

[straponmyangelwings]

Oh Meg you flatterer you...

Best watch yourself Meg.

[straponmyangelwings]

A Curse Inside || Castiel & Meg

[purebloodandsoul]

Meg’s grin faded as Castiels’s grew. When he grabbed her hair,her hands went up immediately to try to get loose. “Well I must be contagious then, because all I hear from you now is yap ya-,” Meg was cut off as Cas got hold of her throat. She clawed at his hand in hopes of getting him to loosen his grip. Her eyes were on his wand. She didn’t know what his was planning, just that this was bad.

As he pressed the wand to her forehead, she started to panic. She thrashed against him, hoping to make him drop his wand. Meg knew it wouldn’t work once she felt the pain. Her first thought was to scream, but she stopped herself. There was no way she was going to give Cas the satisfaction. She resorted to biting her lip. She bit it so hard, she could taste the blood.                  

[straponmyangelwings]

Castiel laughed as she resisted the screams she obviously wanted to give. "Come now Meg, don't be shy, I want to hear you, scream for me," he purred into her ear, jabbing her wand down hard, the cut sinking in deeper, bleeding now even, as he held her by the throat still.

The Leviathan's were pleased at the blatant violence, while inside Castiel was reeling at his own actions. He sometimes didn't get on with Meg, but he'd never thought to do anything like this to her, not in a million years.

[straponmyangelwings]

Starting to Fade || Castiel & Ten

The voices were becoming steadily louder, hisses and snarls and urging, a lot of urging to do bad, and what made it worse was he was becoming more and more inclined to listen. Castiel gripped the wall, eyes forced shut for the moment. He needed to keep under control, at least for now. But really, he didn’t even know if he was ever in control to begin with, considering how personally weak he felt to the strength of the Leviathan stirring inside him.

To caught up in trying to reel whatever this was in he hardly noticed anyone approaching, and when he finally did his head snapped to them immedietly, eyes narrowing and a hissed, “what do you want!” escaping him, only to look slightly apologetic seconds later and followed with a muttered, “sorry, sorry, I’m not really myself, sorry.”

[tenthraven-blog]

He had been on his way back from his last class of the day, mentally running through his list of ‘awesome places in all of space and time to go to’, when he realised that he’d chanced someone in the corridor. Not just a someone - a student, who looked to be in some amount of distress, judging by the way he was clutching onto the wall for support. 

The words you alright hadn’t even made it out of his mouth before the other student turned with a snarl that made him back up a step. Holding up his hands in mock surrender, he broke into a friendly smile at the muttered apology. “Oh, I was just wandering…” he waved vaguely. “Wandering and wondering. Wondering wander. Or is it wandering wonder? Anyway, you quite alright over there? Do you need the healing wing?”

[straponmyangelwings]

The insisant talking had his eyes going wide, staring and silent. There were far too many words coming out of this guys mouth, that he knew. Inside the voices were stirring with irritation, Castiel gripping tightly to the wall as they did.

"W-Wondering? Wha," he started before shaking his head, the action dulling the swarming in his head a moment. "A-Ah, no. I'm fine, I don't need anything," he tried to ease a step back.

We need you to leave us alone, before to tear the spine from your back, came the hissed words in his mind, Castiel gritting his teeth, shutting his eyes and shaking his head, "Shut up, shut up."

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The Scream of the Rabbit // Castiel and Eleven

The day had been filled with enough to last Eleven for the next month - a burned to the ground Quidditch pitch, most of his fellow students hurt, the death of Jack and then his brother trying to save Jack by putting himself on his own deathbed, and then - in a ridiculous churn of hormones - Eleven had promptly dragged River off to have their first (ahem) tumble in the TARDIS. So to say that the Gryffindor was exhausted was a bit of an understatement. 

But the day wasn’t over - well, perhaps the day was, but Eleven hadn’t slept, so it wasn’t over yet - and the Gryffindor was running on fumes. The only thing that was keeping him upright and working was the fire beneath his breastbone at the fact that so many of his friends had been hurt. Images of his brother in the hospital bed, the bandages all down River’s side, and Martin’s quidditch uniform melted into his back all flooded through Eleven’s brain as he quietly set out for the still smoking quidditch pitch.

The air was thick with the smoke still, as Eleven approached the pitch - he was intending to see if he could track down or find anything that would lead him in the direction of the bomber. And when he found them, the Gryffindor was going to strangle them until they suffocated. A shiver ran up his spine at the thought of it, and he paused in the middle of the half burned entrance to the pitch, feeling dizzy and wondering if he could ever go through with such a thing.

Sighing deeply, Eleven clenched his jaw and made his way gingerly through the wreckage, picking through piles of smoldering wood and trying to find the scraps of whatever bombs had been used. Perhaps they had been magical - perhaps there wouldn’t be any physical remnants. All Eleven knew was that he had to start somewhere.

[straponmyangelwings]

Castiel wasn't sure how he felt. Stirring inside him were a literal mixing of emotions. He'd found the entire event horrific. His friends and family injured around him. He already cared about so little, and now someone had thought it okay to trying and literally try to take out a good chunk of the school.

On the other hand...

We applaud them for their efforts. They pulled out all the stops didn't they, maximum damage, or as maximum as they could manage in a school.

A trill of hissed laughter sounded in his head, causing him to wince as he apparated onto the ruined quidditch pitch. With narrowed eyes he glanced around, fists clenched. Gabriel had told him to hold out on investigating, but his head injury was nothing in comparison to this.

He started through the pile of debris, sneering and narrowing his eyes here and there. He needed to know who'd done this. But where could he even begin? Kicking as a piece of the stands he growled to himself. He felt no remnants, no lingering sign, just a lot of destruction about him.

However, in the distance, he heard more rummaging around, and he narrowed his eyes. Returning to the scene of the crime perhaps? With a hiss he started for the sound, wand pulled from his pocket and pointed. "If you've come to gloat in what you've done you better reconsider," he hissed as he hopped into view of the other, wand pointed at the ready.

[straponmyangelwings]

A perfect tree would obviously be the best habit for animals. So there is an animal inside.

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Starting to Fade || Castiel & Ten

The voices were becoming steadily louder, hisses and snarls and urging, a lot of urging to do hard, and what made it worse was he was becoming more and more inclined to listen. Castiel gripped the wall, eyes forced shut for the moment. He needed to keep under control, at least for now. But really, he didn't even know if he was ever in control to begin with, considering how personally weak he felt to the strength of the Leviathan stirring inside him.

To caught up in trying to reel whatever this was in he hardly noticed anyone approaching, and when he finally did his head snapped to them immedietly, eyes narrowing and a hissed, "what do you want!" escaping him, only to look slightly apologetic seconds later and followed with a muttered, "sorry, sorry, I'm not really myself, sorry."

[straponmyangelwings]

A Curse Inside || Castiel & Meg

[purebloodandsoul]

Meg snorted at his words. “If I had a penny for everytime someone said that to me, I would be livin’ it up far away from this bs and for someone who isn’t an idiot you sure do sound like one. I think maybe you should get off your high horse before someone knocks you off. " 

There was no way she was going to tell him anything, even though he looked like he was ready to pop. Meg laughed. Cas may have  a  slight upper hand, but  so what.”My lips are sealed.” she grinned at him.

[straponmyangelwings]

For a moment his expression was stony, saying nothing, until a wide green split across his face, eyes narrowing. "Well then allow me to pry them open," he hissed. His hand snapped out forcefully as he grabbed her hair and dragged her forward and onto the ground so he could stand above her. "You talk so much Meg, but it's all just a lot of noise isn't it, the constant yapping off an annoying dog," his hold shifted from her hair to her throat, gripping it tightly as he pulled out his wand. He pressed the tip to her forehead and with a smile started to etch away into her skin, drawing blood as he scrawled across her forehead.