Bombarda

[Lakasha Shocanis]

Lakasha sat on a desk with her feet on the chair, which was behind it. She had her back to the blackboard and was looking into a book she had found on duelling hexes.

No one knew she was studying for the duelling competition. She didn’t know who her opponent was, though as she also knew Kalika Gardan was competing; she would have to be on her top game. If she was to come up against that stuffed shirt little teen queen, she would have to teach her a lesson.

She didn’t actually wish Kalika any ill will. Though likewise she did not appreciate how the girl treated her as if she was something beneath her feet, something to walk on. Something that made her life that much more comfortable.

She turned the page looking for something in particular. Finding it she practiced the pronunciation a couple of times before flicking her wand over her shoulder and chanting “Bombarda” she had not expected the blackboard to explode into a thousand pieces and cover the floor of the vacant classroom.

Good thing this class room was never used, “Reparo,” she flicked her wand lazily again and all of the pieces flew back into place.

She would remember that one for later.

[Jay Rastan]

Jay had been walking aimlessly around the castle for the past hour and he had seeming seen nobody above the age of fourteen and as much as he didn’t mind helping out the occasional student with their homework when they asked him politely enough after having to decline three requests with just mentioning the name of a helpful book he had decided to trek the less used corridors of the school.

One of those corridors just happened to house the long since emptied classrooms that weren’t used for anything other than the infrequent use for storage while being transported to a new location. So with his head down, hands shoved in the front pockets of his school slacks he walked away lost into his own thoughts until he heard a resonating bang sound, to which he jumped into action pulling his wand from his thigh holster and pressing his back to the wall, he looked up and down the corridor for some hidden threat of attack. All he saw was a empty hallway.

After a noise like that Jay looked at everything almost as if waiting for some masked assailant to jump out and start firing spells at him. But he head heard a female voice from behind him and discovered what he thought was brick wall was actually a door, opening it slighting and sticking his head in all he saw was Lakasha with her wand drawn at the place where a blackboard should have been, and shards of said board on the ground as they pieced themselves together, Jay thinking it was mildly safe to step into the room now, hoping she had taken whatever had annoyed her or whatever had caused her to want to blow up the blackboard wasn’t annoying her.

“Good thing blackboards cannot fight back isn’t it?” Jay said, looking at her as he leant against the door frame watching the girl as he slid his wand back into his holster, not wanting her to mistake him having it out as him planning to attack her or something.

[Lakasha Shocanis]

“What are you doing up here Saphricorn?” Lakasha asked him in a tone that didn’t exactly exude welcoming. She looked at him with a careless gaze that didn’t need to be followed through with a verbal ’get out’ she simply looked at him and then looked away. She didn’t hear his question, or more she did hear it, but didn’t think it was important enough to remark upon.

She stood and walked away a little towards the back fo the classroom away from where Jay was standing. If he was so ready to remark that it was weak to attack inanimate objects, then perhaps he wouldn’t mind playing a target for a little while.

She smiled and turned to look at him. She knew very little about him, and what she did know about him was not enough to pour into a medicine cup. She eyed him off lazily. To think on his physical appearance would be to shame herself to anyone she knew, regardless of their ability to understand what exactly she was thinking.

She did, however, know that Jay was a pureblood. She had heard of the Rastan’s and knew they were a respectable family. Though she saw Jay hanging around with a lot of the others in his house and decided that regardless of his family, it was quite obvious that Jay Rastan was a blood traitor.

“Care to take the blackboards place, perhaps?” she asked him wondering how far he would go to sate her attitude.

[Jay Rastan]

Jay watched on as the girl as she walked about with her back turned to him and then facing him. He had meant nothing by his comment and yet he knew it would have been dissected on all levels for some sort of threat or insinuation, that merely wasn't there.

"What I am doing here Lakasha is idly watching you walk to and fro it seems. I wasn't aware that I had to have a reason to everything I do and every place I go" Jay said, his tone remaining neutral.

While some would see such a remark as a smart alec comment, it was not meant so. While Jay knew the way most members of the Ruberagon house viewed pureblood students in other houses, he did not understand it.

"I must wonder if you would find me so obviously disdainful if I was in any other house other than Saphricorn. I think perhaps not since you all seem to follow the same code of honor. Why you never think or act outside of the predefined box almost worries me" Jay said, once again in a off handed manner. "But it is rare to see on of you alone, where are all your allies?"

Something Jay had always thought was that nobody in the Ruberagon house seemed to have friends, it was all very stanch and impersonal, everything was a transaction , they never had friends but allies or people who just disliked the same things as you. Jay knew for that reason alone could have been the single reason he wasn't sorted into the strictly pureblood house. He liked the personal side of things.

"I was taught from a young age to never step in front of a capable witch with a wand who you know will fire at you. I may be a Saphricorn, but I'm not naive or stupid no matter what you think of me." Jay said smoothly as he watched her, his grin never faltering even when challenged. "May I endeavor to ask why you are attacking the black board though?"

Jay knew he might be more than a little pushing his luck with asking the girl questions or even by sticking around havinh seen interactions between Ruberagon and Saphricorn (or for that matter any other house) students, but why live in the boundaries set by others?

[Lakasha Shocanis]

“The fact that you feel you have a right to speak to me, indeed the fact that you feel I might be interesting in listening to what you have to say, tells me clearly how much of a Saphricorn you are, purity of blood is more then the colour and magical substance within it Rastan,” she said looking at him squarely, “Yes I know who you are, you parents both have portraits in the Ruberagon lounge aside all the other successful Ruberagon families, but they are your parents, and while they would have been honoured by Ruberagon, I have to tell you a petition has been made to remove their portraits from the lounge,”

“While they may have been honourable Ruberagon’s you have besmirched their line by being sorted into Saphricorn, your blood might be pure, but that still doesn’t make you good enough for Ruberagon, you are likened to a blemish on the face of your families name,” She said this and whipped her wand again, this time the desk and chair next to Jay exploded with a nasty cracking sound that could have shattered a diamond. The sound was contained though and nothing else in the room was affected, though she did think it would do much for Jay’s hearing.

She waved her wand again and the chair was repaired. She didn’t much care for the fact that if someone was to enter the room now they would see her alone with a Saphricorn, especially this Saphricorn. He was pureblooded and Lakasha knew there were many in the house of Ruberagon who thought he was quite attractive, and while she was definitely not one of those idiot girls, she knew that if anyone saw them together like this, word would travel through the school quicker then a niffler on Alihotsy.

“Now if you don’t mind,” she said gesturing for the door I case he could not hear her clearly. The effects of the sound would have impacted him greatly at the moment of the sound, but this later on things should not be all that bad. He would at least understand now that she wished for him not to taint her line of sight any longer then her already had.

[Jay Rastan]

“Oh your words wound me so deeply” Jay said mockingly raising a hand to his heart, feinting to be hurt by her words as she undoubtedly wished him to be. “First thing though Shocanis, I never doubted you knew who I am, you may be a Ruberagon purist with the…”

Jay paused for a moment for effect and well searching for the correct wording.

“Outdated views, insults and of course the incredible stale repertoire of witty remarks that lack, well, wit but I do not think you stupid. I would sign that petition myself if I could but I can’t so alas I will no dwell but no doubt the portraits will stay. They were head students, prefects and Ruberagon members, they are practically your benchmark billboard of what a Ruberagon should be, any half wit knows as such, as much as your people don’t like me means nothing the administration aren’t going to remove them over a silly riviarly.” Jay said smirking, he loved how the Ruberagon’s always made the ones mistake in under estimating the challenge or the potential of the situation until it’s too late. Something Jay Rastan was proud to say he did not.

While Jay wasn’t the type to overly flaunt his bloodline’s history, pureness or greatness, he knew how to handle himself be it physically, in a duel or in duel of words. He was a Rastan and he was taught win at all and any costs. A highly amusing thing to Jay was that he was brought up with the those same outdated views, taught the sneers, taunts and insults, and he heard all of the witty remarks, just like any of the Ruberagon students something they all seemed to forget.

Not even flinching as the desk and chair blew apart from where he rested in the door way although as she gestured to the door obviously in her mind trying to ‘dismiss’ him Jay rolled his eyes and did the opposite, the cracking sound of the explosion had settled into a ringing which he fixed with a swish of his wand, muttered charm followed by a shake of his head.

“Oh but what if I do mind, hm?” Jay said, pushing form his position and striding into the room truly for the first time, smirking. His confidence and certainly his arrogance showed as it usually did in his interactions with Ruberagon students, he would not be like the rest of the students and cower and walk away from them. They were no better than he. Definitely not.

“Sure you were here first but I think the question is why you’re even here at all? My parents having prepared me for Ruberagon told me all about the flying fortress, all the little hidden area’s and what not, plenty of room to duel with others or practice or whatever this...” Jay gestured to their surroundings “is, and thinking back lately it may just be me but you don’t seem to be the flavour of the month, or any month with your precious purists. What did you not go through the full cleansing routine when you got back to your commons or perhaps you blinked or exhaled too loudly, hm?”

Jay wasn’t idiotic, he knew he was playing fire and yet something about how this girl held herself man Jay want to stoke the fire and risk getting burnt, almost recklessly but well that was the fun of being a Saphricorn born from Ruberagon’s, he knew what buttons, how to press them.

It was then he remember that he would not duel a women, he would not in case he caused them any harm, he could not deal with hurting a woman, no matter if they shot at you first he would not fire back, only deflect or dodgy. So it was as he now thought that perhaps throwing the proverbial stone at the dragon may not have been the best idea.

Now Jay Rastan would see just how flammable he was.

[Lakasha Shocanis]

“Understand this, if it is within your scope of Saphricorn intelligence to understand it,” she started letting her wand teeter in her grip looking careless but still prepared for use if the occasion called for it. She mused for a moment that the phrase ‘Saphricorn Intelligence’ was something of an oxymoron but thought she would continue all the same, “It is flattering that you would believe yourself knowledgeable on the subject of Ruberagon’s, Rastan, but a lot has changed in the years between your parents and now, and I don’t hesitate to let you understand just how little you believe is fact,”

She moved forward just a little, but not too much. If he was anything like a typical Saphricorn it was likely that he could be frightened at the slightest movement, such as approaching a wild rabbit or a skittish steed. She normally had little time for this kind of person, especially from the house he was from, but all the same she had very little else to occupy her scope of entertainment this morning and thought, [/I]’why not’[/i]

“So you think you are much different from we of the house of the Ruby Dragon?” she laughed a tinkering laugh, more girly then others would have perhaps expected of her, or even believed she was capable of. She watched him with her perceptive gaze glinting with humour as she swished her hand down sideways and the Ruberagon crest appeared as an image in the sky before her, “I’d like to bring the obvious to light, the obvious being that you are not as different as you believe, shall we list what makes you so like the Ruberagon’s youu so despise?”


She didn’t give him the chance to reply. The Ruberagon crest started rotating on a horizontal axis as she lifted her left hand and counted off with her wand as she spoke, “You enjoy the fact that you are wealthy, you flaunt yourself in clothing many in your house could not afford, and you don’t mind purchasing large sums of drinks while in groups for all present, just to show that you can, you also have a house elf, how very un-Saphricorn of you, a true Saphricorn would be against keeping a House Elf in slavery, and yet you have yours follow you around the castle at your beck and call,” she smiled as her own house elf came into the room with a tray of wine glasses and a crystal decanter. The house elf placed it on one of the desks and walked out again, backwards, and bowing the whole time.

“You are proud of your dna, your strong blood and well shaped body, you show it off by leading your house in Quidditch, you don’t mind the attention one bit, and I think you enjoy the recognition you get from Ruberagon’s more then anyone else,” she smiled as she continued, “You even went to the duelling contest but did not compete, this is an interesting act, to choose to spend a night in a club your doting drones cannot enter for the filth in their blood, even when you were not even competing?” she looked at him still with the touch of a malicious smile wavering on the corners of her mouth.

“Did you enjoy watching me show that Emerindyl how a real pureblood behaves in the field of duelling magic? You can say you didn’t, but I know you did,” her smirk didn’t waver at this comment, “If you really did not care about the way Ruberagon’s thought about you, why would you be here now,” when he stepped into the room wholly at this point he was only proving her point, “You think you are standing up to me right now, and you think it is because you have the right to tell me that you will not be pushed around, while your little friends would normally just back out, now tell me how this behaviour is so Saphricorn? You cant can you? Because it isn’t,”

“I imagine you thought when you entered here that by the time you walked out you would be well remembered by Lakasha Shocanis as a pureblood and not as a Saphricorn, or perhaps you fool yourself into thinking that you want to be known as a Saphricorn, but you didn’t want me to believe that it made you weaker in anyway,” she watched him understanding him in the instance of a glimpse through time, “You have a weakness, and against your thoughts and morals you believe you have; your weakness is for the regal house Ruberagon, you wreak of jealousy, everything you think you stand against is everything you want, Rastan,”
“Everything you want but will never have, to a Saphricorn you will always appear to want to be a Ruberagon, and that will insult them, but to a Ruberagon, you will also always appear to only want to be one of us, and that will bolster our ego’s,” she stopped smiling now, “But for any opinion we might care to have for you; it will be that we find you pathetic, and unworthy, and you should always keep that in mind,”

[Jay Rastan]

((Sorry about the length))

Jay looked at the girl behind a mask of indifference, as if she had merely commented that the sky was blue and bird could fly. He did notice how she had ignored his jibe about her being out of favour with the rest of the Ruberagon house. Just like he would ignore her jibe about Valpot, his house elf, he would not bother to point out that she chose to work for the Rastan family, as his person house elf. It would all fall upon deaf ears.

Inside his blood was boiling. Who did she think she was to give him a psychoanalysis? He could tell from her stance and her seemingly smug air in which he had spoken she thought she was spot on. Once again, another Ruberagon thinking they were right and far from the mark.

“Are you expecting some appluse, standing ovation or something after that, speech?” Jay asked, his face remaining blank, not even smirking along with his sneering comment. “I wouldn’t be holding my breath if I was you then.”

The tell tale signal of Jay being truly hacked off was his loss of control over his magic which he usually kept a tight reign on, especially while at Koalingo, but the hair at the back of his neck was standing up, his nerves tingling almost painfully, and his blood laced with fire, but he tried to remain composed. It was in this state he didn’t notice the tiny crackling noise that seemed to be coming from the right side of the room, or more importantly from the four large windows.

It was not what she said, even though she was in some ways right, sure he looked after himself in his appearance, its not like with a designer for a mother he would have substandard clothing or fashion sense, and no girl liked a slob so he kept himself in peak physical condition and he had a image as a qudditch player to uphold. So what if he was proud of being a Rastan, they were upstanding, honourable people.

‘most of the time..’ Jay added in thought.

“I never said anything about despising Ruberagon as a house. I just don’t approve or like they way you go around treating others with little respect or blatant disrespect, but you expect it in return. That’s just messed up beyond measure. Since when is it s crime to have pride in one’s self, Shocanis? I think some people need perhaps a little more” Said jay, who didn’t notice the cracking noise at this point either, which had become a littler louder. Hadn’t even meant to say that but it just came to him as he processed and took in what the girl had send, running it over in his mind again.

“Don’t you dare speak about Elouise like that, you have no right. You beat her in a silly little duelling competition, gloat about your win sure, tell anyone who will listen but you will not speak about her like that. What has she, or anybody else every done to you?” Jay’s his mask remained by a fire full of ire flickered in his eyes. Elouise was a good person, a good friend to those she called her friend, she did not deserve such slander, especially in what was a dressing down of his character. “I was there because I was told to be by my parents, nothing more nothing less not that it is any of your concern. The duels were entertaining if nothing else. It is genuinely considered good manners to buy a round of drinks for those in your company, if you didn’t know.”

She did bring up a good point about his un-saphricorn like behaviour not that he would admit she hit a point that was in striking distance of home. He didn’t understand why more than ninety percent of the students in his house would back down to the taunts, and bullying, he was not brought up to feel second to anybody so he fought back just as hard, tooth and claw to match tooth and claw. Why should be put down and push aside by someone who had a inflate sense of self worth.

“Perhaps most Saphricorn students prefer to avoid confrontation, take your house’s tongue lashings all in stride but why should we? I am inferior to no one and refused to be treated as such by anyone. Especially to the likes of Ruberagon house.” Jay said before the glass from the windows finally gave away into a shower of glass shards at seemingly nothing.

Jay didn’t flinch when he saw the glass shards headed in the direction, knowing he didn’t have time to withdraw his wand and counter the attack the represented. But the contact never came, as he closed his eyes to protect them from the shards, hearing the pings and cracks of glass making contact with something he opened his eyes to find a shimmering shield around himself and oddly around the Ruberagon girl. Looking down he found himself in the centre of a circle, without any glass around him. He noticed out the corner of his eye that the crystal decanter and glasses that the elf had brought in remained whole.

Instead of feeling amazement, his anger still bubbled away within him, just under the surface. His accidental magic incident left his mind for a moment as he took a step towards the girl, a small sneer on his lips as he looked at her darkly, almost with a hungry look in them.

“Just so you know, I don’t need to be seen as a Saphricorn nor a Ruberagon by anybody. I am Jay Rastan and nobody can take that away from me, that’s all I need to be remembered as. I don’t want to be a Ruberagon, I don’t want to be like you, a lap dog to someone who doesn’t notice I exist except for when they are bored.” Jay said, taking another step closer to her, the crunching of glass under his boot loud in the silence of the room, except for their breathing.

He knew that, through his years of observation that it seemed every one, especially the females of the Ruberagon house all wanted Lucius Sinister’s attention, although any idiot could tell nobody would match up to him other than Kalika, although it was high amusing watching them jump through hoops like obedient little crups.

“Don’t think so highly of yourself to think I care what you think of me, or what disdain you feel towards me. You are insignificant in the long run of my life, so try not to pat yourself on the back too hard.” Jay let out a chuckle, deep from the back of his throat as he continued to look at her, as if his icy gaze was striping her of all her layers and judging her. “You think I reek of jealousy, but I have nothing to be jealous of, especially from your lot. Perhaps you mistake it for the smell of ambition and revenge, or more than likely your own jealousy”

With that Jay gave her once last lingering look over, smirked before flicking his wrist and turning away as the glass shards went from the floor back to their original spots in the window piecing back together leaking it looking as it is had been. Spotless. With that act using the last of his residual built up magical outburst, he started for the door only to turn back around a few feet from the door.

“I dare say you shall remember this day more than I will, do try to be your own person for a change.”

And with that last parting shot, his cloak billowing out behind him, he strode from the room and down the corridor, determined to find out more about controlling his power surges of magic, and with the thought of with his DNA, who wouldn’t be proud to have it.

[Lakasha Shocanis]

He obviously had not watched too closely at Lakasha’s duel for her protego charm was in place well before the windows shattered. She did not consider for a moment that he might be flattering himself to thing that he had cast a shield upon her as well as himself and she didn’t mind thinking that this little outburst was something of a direct attack. Taking this in steed she knew now that she had a foothold for a rebuttal when next they met.

She didn’t hear a lot of what he was saying as the sound of the cracking glass, followed by the shattering and then the ensuing sound of it all pouring back into place was a little noisier then his own ranting. She could see that whatever he was saying, he appeared to be quite angry and that only assisting in playing to her ego. She quite liked that even after all he believed about Saphricorn’s not being affected by Ruberagon’s; she had so obviously upset him and she could not be more pleased.

When at last the noise subsided and she stood with her wand in her hand, still with her shield raised. Lakasha watched Jay in his last moments of a spoilt rich boy tantrum;

“I dare say you shall remember this day more than I will, do try to be your own person for a change.”

She didn’t know what he was going on about with the second part of the sentence, though she assumed he thought it made sense. And even the bit about remembering him? Was she supposed to be scared that he could break windows? She thought not. She was actually smiling as laughter escaped her lips somewhat gleefully as she watched him storm out of the classroom.

This had been an interesting encounter to say the least. But it all seemed just a bit overdramatic for her tastes. Sure she would remember him, if the school ever decided to do a play and needed someone that could overact well enough for the entire audience to know what the hell was going on.

“Reducto!” she flicked her wand carelessly at the windows again and they exploded once more. Bits of glass showered across the room but most of it appeared to fly outwards where it would undoubtedly pour down on whomever was unsuspecting enough to be below the tower.

She chuckled at this and grabbed her cloak from the back of one of the chairs swishing it around onto her shoulders before she strode from the room with her house elf trailing behind her with the crystal decanters and glasses.

((Thread Complete))

[Headmaster Elwyn Emerindyl]

((nicely done, five points a peice for your houses))