Paralyzer (open)

[megaera]

( I M N O T P A R A L Y Z E D B U T I S E E M T O B E S T R U C K B Y Y O U )
&& i want to make you M O V E
/ / because you're standing S T I L L  / / 

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"Locomotor Mortis!"  Megaera cast on the other student.  The student's legs immediately locked together and the worthless student fell to the ground.  She watched as they struggled to move, and laughed a menacing chuckle from behind her smirking lips.  Behind her were a group of other Slytherin students.  Some whooped her on, and others laughed mockingly at the half-paralyzed student on the ground.  They were a Hufflepuff student.  They belonged to the house that, in her opinion, were the weakest.  Weak-minded, lack any physical and spell strength whatsoever, and little intelligence as well.

Smiling, she lifted her wand the the helpless student, and shouted "Levicorpus!"  As soon as the spell was cast, the student flew up into the air and hung there, suspended by their ankles.  She waved her Ebony and Holly wand through the air, and the student's body matched the movements, flying through the air as if it were a bird.  Megaera, the Slytherin seventh-year student, grinned, and watched as the student flailed in the air, trying to free themselves from her spells.  This was most amusing, seeing as none a student that has challenged her has yet out-best her spells.  It was almost pity full that this low, young Hufflepuff thought they could. What made things more amusing were the limbs of the Whomping Willow whipping themselves at the pitiful student.

The girl, Megaera Jay Breed, was a proud one.  She disliked company and any sort of crowd, but she learned to deal with it.  After all, nobody in this bloody school seemed to really leave anyone alone.  She was proud of her bloodline, proud of her possessions, and proud of herself. Not arrogant in any way, but proud.  She wasn't very brave, but she could stand up to a challenge.  But she was intelligent.  That was her main weapon.  She could outwit any a student with the blink of an eye.  Sure, she was only seventh year, but her parents had a certain fondness to teaching her the more advanced magics earlier than most would suggest.  She hadn't true friends, nor did she need any.  But, it wouldn't be impossible for her to take a certain liking to someone.  She was the lightning and the ice, dangerous and cold. Her and her... paralyzing blue eyes of hers.

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( I F Y O U R B O D Y M A T C H E S W H A T Y O U R E Y E S C A N D O )
&& you'll probably M O V E
/ / right through me on my way to Y O U  / /

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[silas]

Silas had been walking the grounds, mainly out of boredom, sure there were a number of things that he could be working on- namely his Transfiguration homework (he had allowed it to accumulate for quite some time), though he had found that day he simply could not focus. Silas had tried on multiple occasions to sit down and work, but each time he found that his mind filled with a blank sort of buzzing noise that didn't allow him to concentrate. So a walk had been in order, thankfully the ground were expansive, if only a little cold given that it was winter.

After an hour or so Silas had turned around with the intent on going to the library to give a try at focusing again, but he had paused near the Whomping Willow to come across a sickening scene. Someone from his own house was being levitated in the air, while a group of Slytherins sneered. They were lead by none other than Megaera Breed, a prefect nonetheless. Silas was disgusted, he had no idea how she got away with that sort of thing, all the professors seemed to turn a blind eye regarding her, to them, she was perfect.

Silas whipped out his wand and immediately performed the counter, gently letting down his housemate. Some of the Slytherins made noises of displeasure, but Silas wasn't listening to them. He was a prefect, he needed to stand up for what was right- even when nobody else was. He frowned at Megaera. "Come off it," said Silas, "haven't you first years to scare out of their wits?" He was surprised at how cold the words had sounded coming from him, though he had little patience for those who abused their power. And Megaera most definitely did that.