vigilante justice {open}

[amun idogbe fareed]

Amun lowered the hood of his robes as he entered the blissfully dim trophy room. Thanks to its position on the opposite side of the castle, no sunlight poured through the windows at this time of day during the mid-afternoon. There was daylight, of course, but no direct sunbeams, nothing that would hurt his unfortunately sensitive half-vampiric skin. Amun was slowly getting used to it, but as a child it had almost been torture, and even in to his early years of Hogwarts it was difficult- having to keep covered up all the time, being unable to leave the castle unless under cover of darkness... Not being able to play Quidditch was especially hard.

Amun had flown before, his sharp reflexes made him an excellent flier, and he would have fancied himself a position on the Gryffindor team, chasing most likely, though he wouldn't have been opposed to beating, either. But all the matches had to take place at midday, to eliminate the possibility of them going past nightfall. So Amun would have to do without, instead he found other ways to amuse himself. Lately, it had been his studies, he'd been taking them more seriously lately, and would often joke that he was beginning to turn into Isis. Although his polar opposite, Amun loved his sister dearly, and often expressed the opinion she needed to have more fun.

But these days it had been him staying in the library until the fusty old librarian kicked everyone out ten minutes before curfew. After barely scraping by on his OWL exams, Amun was going to take his NEWT very seriously- thankfully he had been able to get in to all the classes for his chosen career path, but if he was going to be hired with both his blood status and orientation against him, Amun needed to score a couple O's on his next exams. Though that day, Amun had tired of studying, and instead was meandering back to the common room- or had been until he'd taken this detour on the third floor.

Amun was hoping he might run into a friend, instead he found a scene of a different sort- a group of kids jeering at a smallish one that they had cornered. Firsties, maybe, they were most likely third years, though his age had jaded him, and they were all so tiny- it seemed like the underclassmen got smaller every passing year... "Hey!" Amun said loudly before approaching. A ripple of flinches went through the group. Being the very open person he was, everyone knew of Amun Fareed's status as a half vampire, he could sense the quickened pulses, smell the fear... He acted oblivious to this, and placed a hand on the shoulders of the obviously ringleaders, though he could feel them cringe...

"Now, I don't think any of you are being particularly nice, why don't you back off a little, hmm?" said Amun, he could feel eyes staring at his slightly elongated fangs, avoiding his vibrant blue-green eyes. The tormentors bolted, and he extended a hand to the boy they'd been picking on, offering to help him up. "D-don't touch me!" he said fearfully, scrambling to his feet and running off, stumbling on the hem of his robes as he went. Amun sighed, so much for a "thank you"... He wondered if perhaps his vigilante justice would ever be appreciated...