First Class of the Year [Gryffindors and Slytherins]

Aurora smirked at his attempt to comfort her. She snuggled somewhat closer to him. ''Good idea.'' She slightly looked over her shoulder. Rolling her eyes at the sight of the twins, ''They should allow that Gryffindor.'' She turned her head back towards Donald.
Smirking darkly. ''But I will make that Gryffindor pay.'' She grinned. Before nudging Donald again.

"It means we have now two targets to get revenge on." answered Don looking straight in Aurora's eyes, his dark smile being the perfect reflection of hers. "And we're only monday!" he added smirking and joking.

Aurora laughed lightly. ''Sssh..You don't want anybody to hear us do you?'' She winked. Actually excited to mess with those people.
As his evil smile made her even more excited, She couldn't wait till class had ended.

"Then that would make us three targets. Nothing we can't handle!" whispered Don, grinning and raising an eyebrow, obviously joking.

Aurora smirked wickedly. "You are crazy." She laughed softly. Nudging him again. "But maybe that is what makes you a good friend." She joked,
Looking over her shoulder again. "What shall we do?" She asked whispering to him. As she turned back to look Don in the eyes.

Don smirked."Sure it is!" he answered, joking too.
"Well, he seems physically quite strong but I think he is mentally rather weak. Let's watch him a little. I'm sure he won't be able to hide his weakness for very long. Truth is today's DADA's topic fits like a glove to our purpose, don't you think?" he added, whispering, to answer to her last question.

"Perfect." She whispered as a wicked smile was once again formed on her lips. "Nobody insults us without paying for it."

"Correct," Alliss looked down at the Slytherin female whom she quickly identified as the Minister's daughter, she knew she would be teaching her at some point but she somehow wasn't quite ready for her false smiles and pretences. Smiling nonetheless for the moment, she moved onto the practical. "Right, so, to introduce you to Defence Against the Dark Arts, I have indeed placed a boggart in this wardrobe and would like you all one by one to confront and defeat it." She clapped her hands and a red rug appeared on which the students could line up.

"The annunciation is Riddikulus," Alliss pronounced it clearly and with her wand, she moved it circularly in the correct movements. "Please proceed in alphabetical order: Akasha Wynters, Alice Sanders, Anna Sanders, Aurora Scrimgeour, Donald McAroy, Evie Siren, Fionn Causer, Jason Todd, Jessica Landon, Larissa Lestrange, Lilyan Gish, Molly Starkey, Nefertiti Wynters, Perseus Malfoy, Peter Garfield, Proteus Malfoy, Scarlet Nightingale and Titania Savato. Thank you."

As she spoke, the students alined themselves into the correct order and when she saw the first Gryffindor girl was ready, she opened the wardrobe and released the boggart into the silence amongst the students.

(DAMNIT CHESSIE. YOU'RE MAKING ME REGRET NAMING AKASHA 'AKASHA' XD)

Akashas whole body was tense, her hands clenched into fists,and her wide eyes staring into the darkness of the wardrobe. She herself didn't know her deepest fear, and she didn't like discovering it for all of her classmates to see. Hopefully, it wouldn't be something that they could use against her.

She jumped slightly when a a brown-skinned hand suddenly gripped the wardrobe to pull the boggart inside out. For a moment, the vampire was confused. 'My deepest fear is myself??' But then the creature stepped out comepletely and opened it's eyes.

It was Akasha. Or atleast a version of her. The other Akasha was atleast a foot taller,and her white hair reached the floor. Her nails were longer than normal and a blood red color. But it was her eyes...her eyes that made Akasha know why she was her deepest fear.

They were a bright glowing red. The mark of a vampire who'd gone insane with bloodlust.

The vampires eyes widened at the sight, and she stumbled back slightly, away from the approaching figure. It watched her intently with it's intense gaze, boring into her frightened green eyes. She could see the hunger in it's eyes, the need to kill.

That was not who she wanted to become.

Akasha swallowed and raised her wand, pointing it at the still approaching boggart. Her voice was firm, "Riddikulus!"

Instantly, the terrifying looking creature turned into an ugly old gnome, and began to run around the room, pulling at it's hair and wrinkly skin.

Akasha turned her nose up at the creature and returned to the seat. She watched to see how the other students would do, but her mind was elsewhere.

The other her was beautiful. Terrifying, but beautiful.

"Well done," Alliss nodded in Akasha's direction, not saying much more as she could tell the student did not wish to be confronted. "Next," She smiled and gestured for the next student to move forwards.

[To avoid all the fears being the same, i.e: Someone they love dying, I am banning that fear, to ensure range, please pm me requesting that as your fear and the first few, I shall accept.]

[You may skip Alice and Anna Sanders, it is your turn Aurora Scrimgeour.]

Aurora had raised her eyebrow at the vampire girl who seemed to be afraid of herself.
As Aurora stepped forward. She took her wand in her hand. Preparing herself. As she looked at the Boggart. Suddenly transforming, She looked at it with widen eyes... her father? stepped out of the wardrobe. Her father? She slowly let her hand sank down. Was her father her greatest fear? Of course not.

Than suddenly this blood ran over his clothes. She looked up, As blood slowly trailed down, Suddenly her father's clothes being filled with blood. As Aurora noticed a cut at his throat. She covered her mouth. Her father slowly approaching her, With arms wide open.
As if he want to give her a hug. Aurora just couldn't look away from the image. She could barley move.

Slightly opening her mouth. But no sound, As she felt tears stung in her eyes. It was just an illusion..But it looked so real..
''Riddikulus'' She could whisper as she stepped backwards. Her father than turned into a balloon. As it flew across the room, Aurora went back to her table as she sighed. That was done. She rubbed in her eyes. Putting her wand away.

[This class is lasting much longer than anticipated due to inactivity in the post, so you can now post in whatever order facing the boggart, just make your character next in line and the class shall end midday English time tomorrow -> 8th May. Thank you.]

The twins gave a sigh as class finally started, Professor Rivera finally getting a hold of the class and keeping their attention. As Rivera called out the names of classmates in which order they should face the boggart, only two girls had decided to step up and face it. Proteus eyed Akasha, who seemed to fear herself, more than anything. Or perhaps she feared of what she could become. Perseus cracked a small smile when the boggart was turned into a comically-inclined gnome, and laughed quietly. Then Aurora was next, and the Minister came out, dying from a fatal laceration to his throat. Proteus shivered, but was otherwise unphased. Then she said the spell, and quickly sat down.

Perseus glanced around, seeing that none of the other students were willing to get up. He looked to Proteus, then sighed. If he waited, no one else would go up there, would they? He got up, pulling his wand from his cloak, and stared at the boggart. For a moment, he wondered which of his fears the boggart would take the form of, but when the balloon suddenly shifted into his grandfather, he got his answer. His grandfather turned to him, his usual cold gaze instead very angry, and disappointed. Perseus flinched sightly, stepping back once as the angry man approached, knocking several things off of a shelf as if in a rage before turning to him, attempting to grab him. Perseus pointed his wand.

"Ridikulus!" he exclaimed through gritted teeth, in a yell of a whisper, and suddenly his grandfather turned into a clown, tripping over it's giant shoes and running about in circles. Perseus immediately sat down, attempting to keep his face straight, but looking slightly troubled.

Proteus watched him intently, before patting his shoulder once, then standing, as well. If Perseus could do it, so could he. He approached the clown, taking in steady breaths to remain calm, as he pulled out his wand. He knew what the clown would more than likely turn into, but braced himself for anything, pursing his lips.

The clown tripped a few more times, before tumbling forward and somersaulting to the ground, where it then took the form of Perseus, crumpling to the ground. Proteus's eyes widened slightly as they stared into the dying eyes of his twin. He flinched when the body suddenly began crawling toward him, one of its arms clutching at the hilt of a blade sunk into his abdomen. Proteus exhaled, stepping back, once, shakily pointing his wand towards the figure. "Ridikulus," he stated calmly, turning the moment he saw it beginning to change. He walked back to his seat, putting away his wand as the previously writhing boggart turned into a fish out of water, flipping around comically. Perseus put his hand on Proteus' shoulder, both twins now staring at their textbooks.

[bah, just got on to check things before going to bed and saw the update. Figured I'd get this in now seeing as I probably won't be able to tomorrow.]

Molly stood rigid, trying her best not to shake as the Slytherin boy- whose name escaped her - finished. It was now her turn; it was now time for Molly to face the boggart. She stood as tall and confident as she could muster, moving forward with her wand out and ready. Moll took in a breath, ragged and shaky. She bit her lip and narrowed her eyes at the wardrobe.

At first nothing seemed to happen. Molly’s anxiety was almost squelched - maybe the boggart didn’t want to face her. Her grip loosened on her wand just as it had begun to shift. It took on the form of an aging woman, all skin and bone with her silver hair pulled back into a tight bun. Molly blinked, it was only her grandmother; how bad could this be? She loved her grandmother. Molly just kept setting herself up for disappointment as the boggart looked around the room in confusion. Its eyes, the same blue of her grandmother’s, locked onto her. Maybe her greatest fear was being called Helene? But Molly had started to learn; she knew better than that.

The boggart ran its tongue over its aging, chapped lips before crossing the skinny, blue-veined arms over its chest. It looked Molly up and down and put a stern, judging look on its face. Finally, it spoke, mimicking to a ‘T’ her grandmother’s voice. “Who are you?” it asked. “What are you doing here? Don’t make me call the authorities; you shouldn’t be in my house! Get out! Get out of here! Why are you here? WHO ARE YOU?” It continued, its voice getting louder, angrier, and shiller with each sentence.

Molly let out a ragged breath, returning her grip on her wand. She tried to tune it out; she closed her eyes. She wouldn’t let those words affect her - this wasn’t her grandmother; her grandmother didn’t completely forget her. Her grandmother loved her... whether she was Molly or Helene. Opening her eyes, Molly pointed her wand at the thing taking her grandmother’s form. “R-Riddikulous!” She stuttered at first, but followed through with strongly.

The boggart went up in a puff of smoke, only to be replaced with an animated, dancing scarecrow. Molly let out a laugh, though it was absolutely faked.She pocketed her wand and with a fake grin on her face, moved aside for the next person to go. She slunk back toward the back, a bit away from everyone. When she was sure that no one was looking at her, she let out another ragged breath and gently grabbed her arms, hugging herself slightly. She closed her eyes and tried to get that voice out of her head. “WHO ARE YOU?”

Alliss clapped her hands together and shut up the boaggart in the wardrobe.

"Well done class, thats enough for today, please move onto your next lesson," The Professor smiled as all of her students began to file out. It had gone fairly well and they had all done the simple spell correctly pretty much first time. Somewhat of a successful class.

When Professor Rivera announced the end of class, Akasha blinked herself our of her self-induced daze and put all of her books in her bag. She hefted her bag over her shoulder, put her hood back over her face and left the classroom.

The moment the boggart was back in the closet, the twins had begun to gather their things. Proteus adjusted his cloak, while Perseus adjusted his hood, and then they both picked up their materials and headed towards the exit. Perseus led the way through the rush of leaving students, while Proteus tailed closely behind him. For a moment as they passed Akasha, Proteus' arm brushed against hers. He paused, faltering mid-step, before turning his head slightly and glancing at her through his peripheral vision. He pursed his lips, keeping his face as blank as he could muster, then continued on with his brother, a chill running down his spine. Perseus didn't notice a thing as they headed out the door.

(( I hope that's okay, Akasha. >w> ))

(IT'S PERFECT *_*)

Akasha paused mid-step and she stared curiously at the back of the Malfoy twin whose arm had brushed hers. Her head tilted slightly as she watched him walk down the corridor with his brother. She wondered why he paused when their arms brushed.

'Well, it may have been due to the fact that you're the creepy vampire chick, and he probably thought you were about to bite a chunk out of his neck.'

She pursed her lips in though, and shrugged, continuing to her next class. That sounded plausible.

[Ooc: Noooooooo, I'm 4hours late!!!! ]

(( sorry I didn't post I've been busy. ;-; late</3 ))