get the hell out of my way~!~ - Addy/Dom

[JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON]

Jacob wasn't in a good mood today and he was looking for someone to take his frustrations out on. Even if he was intimidating with his size, many of the students here really didn't take him seriously until he hexed them and then proceeded to tear them a new one physically. Of course, he avoided doing any terrible damage so that they wouldn't remember what happened, a short Obliviate would easily render them unconscious for a moment or two. That was just fine by him, and even as he was walking by a mud-blood, he shoved that person into one of the lockers while she cussed at him. Sneering lightly towards her as he pointed his wand at her instantly casting a hex her way, not giving her time to react as he stuck her to the locker. Good luck finding him, as he had been on the seventh floor corridor at time.

Brushing back his brown hair slightly that hid his brown eyes, a rather cool smile spread across his lips at how great that felt. It really hadn't helped much though as he was still a bit grumpy, but he was tired of picking on Gryffindors at this moment in time. Even as he had dressed in his usual garb at Hogwarts, he knew that this place was as dreary as ever. Every turn of the hallway, there was some new nuisance standing there, pretending to pull a prank on him. Most knew to get out of his way, but he was silently walking along minding his own business. Brown eyes looking left and right, eying another target, except he wasn't about to reveal his true intentions. Even the best cold-blooded killers had patience when it came to picking on people.

Jacob was probably known as the Slytherin bully picking on defenseless mud-bloods or blood-traitors that he couldn't stand being near even for a second. Breathing softly, and feeling the air around him, he let the Slytherin vest lift up with his breathing. Then out as he exhaled slowly moving towards the moving stair-case looking down at it as if triumphant that it had worked to his will for a change. Not wanting to jump to the next stair-case over, he decided to just wait it out to see where this would take him today. Sure, adventure was good every now and then, but he had no concerns when it came to getting his way. Everyone he had encountered always feel to his manipulative mind games at times.

Even as soul-less and calculating as his thoughts were roaming around in his mind he was barely paying attention to where he was walking again. As was usual with this Slytherin who had the potential for being a criminal master-mind on his own, but he obliged by following Olivia, for now. Until he would break off to do his own evil bidding, or he'd just follow in her foot-steps until she recognized that he did like her in his own way. Odd as that may seem, he curled his lips upwards into an evil grin finally noticing the stairs coming to stop at the first floor corridor. Stepping out onto the stairs, he noticed a few students standing here, and one defenseless Ravenclaw.

Walking up towards the group of students he merely made them scatter by just having them look up at him, and even though he was alone, he was usually rather formidable. That evil, spooky grin still evident as he tried to recall the Ravenclaw's name, but paid no mind to it anyways. "Well, well, a lone little Ravenclaw wandering the halls alone? What's a mud-blood like you doing out here?" he sneered softly, not caring what she was, it was just insulting enough to be called one outright. Jacob was not afraid of any consequences that may follow either, but he wasn't about to back down either as his wand was out. The 6'2" looming slim, muscular figure probably seemed more frightening up close.

Jacob didn't care the reason, nor the time or why she was there, but she was obviously at the wrong place at the wrong time with a grumpy Slytherin looking down at her. Of course, he hadn't uttered any spells yet, just uttered a name at her. Ready to defend himself in case she did try to pick a fight with him, which she would probably regret doing as he was right up near her now. Sure, he knew about personal space, but he was wanting to make her nervous and to the point she'd be terrified to the point of not defending herself. Jacob was clever though and had instantly readied a counter-spell in case he was about to engage in a duel.

Deciding he should play a little nice, he put his wand away so not as to look -as- intimidating as he knew words did hurt Ravenclaw's the most...grinning sadistically as he looked into her eyes..."In the wrong place at the wrong time I think aren't you?" he asked her, now standing there, almost ready to grab the front of her shirt.

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[adelina]

As usual, Adelina was alone. Well, kind of alone. There was this thing that kids did when they saw someone who could be regarded as an outcast on her own. They would walk over, smiling, greeting her, and try to pull her into a conversation where she was. As usual, she'd smile, nod, talk along for a while, and then inevitably the conversation would turn to their inside jokes and topics that Adelina was not privy to. Eventually the group of students just forgot about the girl they'd been 'trying' to include and carried on their conversation as though she didn't exist while the young muggle-born returned her eyes to her books. "Petrificus Totalus: An adaptation of “totally petrify”. Renders the victim temporarily unable to move," she read softly under her breath, finger tracing underneath the words as she read them. The friends near her paid her words no mind. "Protego, Latin for “protect”: The Shield Charm. This creates a magical shield to deflect minor to moderate spells and jinxes cast by others. It is not advanced magic, as Harry managed to cast a very effective Shield Charm against Severus Snape whilst practicing Occlumency during his fifth year, but none-the-less a large number of adult witches and wizards are not proficient at it. The Weasley twins have taken advantage of this situation by marketing a range of Shield clothing which carries the charm and repels magic as though the wearer had cast it themselves," she couldn't remember where she'd found this book, but it had a lot of useful information about the wizarding world in it. Sure, Addy knew that she didn't really need to know many of these spells yet, but what was the harm if she tried them out to get ahead of her classes? Wasn't the stereotypical Ravenclaw an overachiever, anyways?

Suddenly she realized that the students who had been a few feet away from her before were moving away with anxious whispers to one another, much different than the friendly mindless banter that had been nearby a moment before. She looked up from her book to see one of the most menacing students in Hogwarts leering at her, and instantly snapped the heavy book shut. She didn't have to be a genius, though she technically could be considered one, to realize that he wasn't coming to brighten her day.

Yes, Addy was quiet. Yes, she didn't speak much. But that didn't mean she was stupid. You could tell a lot more about the world around you by observing than you did by involving yourself in the activities of the school. For instance, she'd noticed this guy, this seventh year Slytherin boy, hanging out with two other menacing people, Olivia and Chun. The three of them seemed to scream of trouble to her, maybe more than the typical school bullies, but at the very least that. Addy being a muggle-born as she was, avoided all contact with them. She knew the reputation of Slytherins and their pureblood values which she obviously did not fit in to. The look in Jacob's eyes, the sneer on his lips, and the words coming out of his mouth made her sure that her avoidance of the trio had been a smart move that unfortunately wouldn't pay off right now.

She rose to her feet, not wanting to be at such a height disadvantage sitting down, but at 5'3" she was still nearly a foot shorter than the towering Slytherin. She put her left hand inside of her robes, just to make sure that her wand was there, though she had no idea what she'd use it for. She wasn't a fighter. "Where's your leader and her other lackey?" she asked, ignoring what he'd said, eyes narrowed slightly. She was actually rather surprised that she wasn't a stuttering mess right now as she usually became when nervous. "I thought you were incapable of moving without their direction and protection."

[JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON]

"So the little mudblood talks after all, I thought you were incapable of speech while being scared like a little mouse? It's alright, I won't cut your voice off completely," he said to her as he then walked right up to her almost looking like he was about to punch her as his hand shot up right next to her as he leaned in close to sneer at her once more. It was obvious he was just trying to intimidate her, but if he wanted he could easily attack her as well as erase her mind. Right now, it was just words, and he knew that sticks stones may break bones. Jacob would resort to that method if this wasn't working at all, but even so he had his hand gripping his wand now too. It was obvious he wasn't about to let her get a spell to set off at him.

Even with the recent attacks going on, it was more than likely how on edge he had been, and the suspense of almost having been caught was getting to his head. Jacob had felt much better since then, and now he was about to take more of that pent-up rage out on this little Ravenclaw. Those words of hers barely stung him as he didn't even flinch soon flaring his nostrils lightly at her as he tilted his chin upwards as if looking at her like she was just common scum to him. In a way, she wasn't worth his time right now, but he thought about what had happened the last time a Slytherin had under-estimated a mud-blood.

Even he could sense her hand was reaching for her wand as his was already out, and pointed right at her neck. Many of the other students had cleared the hall-ways and it was obvious he could strike. That lovely skin of hers was perfect for making a scar, and then he finally hissed into her ear softly. "So, are you willing to test me further? I'm sure you must know I do have a temper. Right now, I'm just enjoying taking my frustration out on you. Oh, as for them, no need to worry, it's just me you have to worry about, filthy mudblood, you don't even deserve to be here with the rest of us," he said in a low tone so that only she could hear.

Even if she tried to attack him, he was intent on becoming an Obliviator later on in life just so he could weasel his way into the Ministry of Magic. Jacob was sure Olivia was going to have someone within the Ministry to help out with their plans. Shaking his head, he was now focused on taking out more of his rage. Wand digging into her neck probably as he held it there, daring her to move.

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