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Professor Santiago

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Mateo did not sign up for this.

 

As the words started to spread throughout the school grounds, Mateo felt his heart drop. Were they really under attack? Were werewolves running around biting and devouring students? Was this where he was going to die? As the thoughts flooded his head, he heard screams from the Great Hall and from the Quidditch Pitch where flying lessons were happening. He had to assume his fears were right, that they were under attack. 

 

They needed to escape! And, as a Professor at Hogwarts, he needed to make sure the students were safe. It was kind of bizarre to suddenly feel a responsibility to keep someone safe. It went against his former pirate ways.

 

"Students, follow me!" Mateo cried as he ran towards the lakefront. It was probably the opposite way they wanted to go (as the castle was probably a safer place) but Mateo was an adult wizard. He could turn the lakefront into a safe zone. The lake came into view and all everyone could see was an empty lake. Before anyone could scream out that it was insane to expect them to jump into the lake, Mateo revealed his wand and cast a decloaking spell. Suddenly a medium sized ship appear in the lake. It wasn't the size he wanted but it was getting them.

 

"Quickly, get on! I'll cast protective charms to make sure no werewolves can attack us!" he instructed as they arrived to the edge of the lake.

 

The ship is a safe zone! Well, almost. Mateo needs a few minutes to add protective charms. So let's get on board the ship before the werewolves come, mkay?

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Winsome Tenpenny

continued from here

 

Winsome wasn't the most graceful of fliers, but that was mainly because this was the first time she was on a broom.

 

Her stoic face had gone from showing no emotion to showing a panic as she realised that @Willa Henry had passed out again. This was no good as she thought the castle suddenly seemed to far away for them to get enough help, and get it in time. She became searching for a way to go, but she didn't want to head back towards the quidditch pitch as that seemed like the worst place for Willa to wake up, and that's when she noticed the ship in the lake. She made a beeline for it hoping that there was someone on board.

 

As she got closer to the ship she did see that there was a professor already on the ship as she heard him scream something about students to get on and how he'll cast protective spells so werewolves can't get on. A quick strong breeze came out of nowhere as Winsome struggled to keep hold of Willa and the broom. She landed on the ship with force (almost crash landed really) as she had no prior experience flying a broom.

 

"Professor, Willa needs help! She was scratched by one of the wolves down near the quidditch pitch!"

 

Winsome remembered her fog mirror rang pinged her as she was flying, and she opened it up to see a question from her mentor about where she was. Winsome quickly fogged it up and wrote the following message to @Shiloh Paige:

 

"ON PROF SANTIAGO'S BOAT, SAFE. WHERE R U?"

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Willa Henry

Darkness was bliss. Willa didn't have to worry about werewolves, missing friends, maimed classmates, and her own injuries when she was surrounded by nothing. Reality had slipped away, and she could exist in a world where the horrors of the last couple of minutes had never happened. There was no fear of how her parents would find out and the resulting argument over whether letting Willa be magical was the right choice or not, or whether she would be coming back to school once her injuries healed. There was only calm and a sense that all was okay in the world. Until it felt like an earthquake had started in the distance and was slowly traveling her way. 

 

Willa hit the deck of the ship hard, her shoulder taking the brunt of the landing as she was not conscious enough to protect herself. It woke the girl enough for her to groan softly, but otherwise she remained motionless and pale. Her mind was willing itself to sink into the darkness and not face the horrors yet, exhaustion and blood loss making that descent possible. 

 

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To make life easier (i.e. don't have to dig through Lesson 5) Willa got clawed from shoulder to hip across her back ☹️

Edited by Willa Henry

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Dax Gordon

Ignorance, they say, is bliss. Dax Gordon always lived in a bubble of ignorance when it came to anything that did not directly impact him—things that were other simply did not matter to the Slytherin—and, in almost every case, he was all the more blissful for it. Situations and Things could not impact him if he just...didn't let them into his reality.

 

It certainly made things more confusing, however, when something actually happened. He was enjoying the solitude of a brooding stroll around the lake, maybe or maybe not awaiting the company of a lady friend (whose name would come to him, eventually), when—well, he wasn't entirely sure what happened. There were screams, sure, but Hogwarts was never lacking in that department. Dax brushed those off as another professor's experiment gone wrong; it wasn't as though the Headmistress really vetted any of the staff that came in and they were full of horrors in lessons every day of their teaching careers, so it was a valid thought that didn't require Dax to care much about at all.

 

Then, he spotted streams of erratically flying pinpricks in the distance accompanying the screaming and, huh. That was weird, sure, but still: Hogwarts. Dax wasn't going to let some poor flyers ruin his evening, not when it had barely started.

 

The only thing that could definitely put a damper on his plans was, of course, a sworn enemy. @Professor Santiago bled out of the woodwork and brought one of his idiotic ships with him and Dax would have ripped into him for breathing his calming night air if he hadn't caught wind of some first year wrecking the party, screaming about wolves and helping.

 

"Wolves?" Like, dogs? What was the big deal with a bunch of dogs? Throw a sausage at them and call it a day. "What in the hell is happening?" And, so, maybe his curiosity was piked—it wasn't the snog-fest he'd been counting on, but if there was really something dangerous happening, Dax was certainly going to take the bliss of being involved over the bliss of staying out of it.

 

What? The possibility of trauma made for easy pickings from chicks who were gifted with it.

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Professor Santiago

Students seemed to be appearing left and right and Mateo was happy to see no fur among the crowds of students running towards him. A slight movement in the air caught his attention and he readied his wand for an attack should this be a new threat (flying werewolves? Dementors?). However as the students came into view, Mateo let out a sigh of relief as he recognized them as students. And as quickly as he let out a sigh of relief, he found his throat quickly close up.

 

Someone was hurt. And by the looks of it, they were unconscious. A quick panic spread across Mateo's face as he wondered what to do. It took him all of two seconds to finally decide that he would, actually, reach out and get some help. Turning to look at the school, he cast the Patronus Charm, summoning a corporeal jellyfish with two legs shorter than the rest. He sent it off to the castle to find some help to try and direct someone to come outside towards the ship.

 

Hopefully it wasn't the wrong person.

 

"Mister Gordon, this is a serious matter. There are werewolves loose in the castle and on the grounds," Mateo said as he pushed @Dax Gordon onto the ship. He shot his wand up into the air for one last attempt at calling for help, sending green sparks into the air, before kneeling down next to @Willa Henry and @Winsome Tenpenny. "Miss Tenpenny, tell me what happened," Mateo said harshly, trying to assess the true state of the unconscious girl. No visible bite marks yet.

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Winsome Tenpenny

Winsome's face started to scrunch up as she looked at the professor whom she had just assumed was yelling at her and believing it to be her fault. Her eyes had started to water as she looked out towards the night that was dark and full of terrors. 

 

It was safe to say that Winsome was starting to believe that @Professor Santiago was one of those terrors and that she didn't have to solely contend with werewolves. The tone of his voice had made it seem like he was blaming her for this happening, or at least that's how it was in her own mind. She already felt bad enough that she could only get Willa to safety. She really wished she could've made the bleeding stop, but she couldn't and she didn't know any spells to counteract the claw mark on Willa's back to stop bleeding.

 

She looked up at Santiago with tears starting to fill up her eyes, one drop had already started rolling down her cheek. The reality of what had happened had set in, and she felt like she was sitting there trying to come up with ways to explain herself while watching the person that she thought of as her best friend bleed out in front of her. She didn't want to lose @Willa Henry and there seemed to be nothing that she had learned in class that came forward in her mind. 

 

She tried to plead with Santiago that she wasn't the reason for Willa bleeding and that it was the wolves, but nothing came out of her mouth but squeaky and slurred speech that didn't make any sense. She didn't want Professor Santiago to punish her for something she didn't do, and the tears and cracking in her voice didn't really help the situation.

 

The only thing that actually was intelligible that came out of her mouth was, "It wasn't my fault, I 'm sorry."

 

She started crying even harder in the hopes that the help would arrive soon and Willa would be saved, but the guilt of her being the one who walked away unscathed was only now starting to sink in as the young Slytherin couldn't stop crying among repeating the same phrase she was able to speak over and over again as she knelt down beside the blonde.

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Dax Gordon

Werewolves?

 

Dax was transported back to a time, a very long time ago, it seemed, when Jak told him stories of hulking werewolves and their dark dealings, of the carnage they reaped wherever they stepped. All deja vu from not so long ago, when the gossip of released, sister-eating weremen was all the rage for decades, something that he couldn't escape from hearing about no matter how hard he tried.

 

And now, what? These monsters were loose on the children? Had no one ever thought to, like, protect against something like that happening? (Again?)

 

"Yeah, that's awesome. Totally great." Dax allowed himself to be shepherded properly onto the ship, his stomach a confusing mess of extremely excited at the prospect of seeing real-life werewolves and incredibly concerned that they might target him for his superior meat and he'd be doggy-food before the end of the night.

 

And, maybe, he was a little worried for the two young girls, one of whom was bleeding profusely. Not worried for their well-being so much as worried for his own being on a ship with a smell beacon like that; as much as he wouldn't mind a cool scar for the sake of lady-killing, he doubted a beast wolf would stop at gifting him with an aesthetic leg-up in the dating department for the rest of his life. It wasn't just the lives of dozens of students on the line—it was his life, most importantly too.

 

(Okay, so, he wasn't totally a monster—he might have blanched, just a little bit, at @Winsome Tenpenny's desperation and @Willa Henry's waning life, but admitting to any of that would defeat the entire persona he'd built for himself. Dax Gordon did not feel for anybody but himself, werewolves and death toll be damned.)

 

"Can I help?" Call the Daily Prophet, @Professor Santiago: history has been made. At much as it soured his mouth to offer something like this, Dax's hands were tied; snogging was in the past, for the night. It was time to be a hero—for at least as long as his own hide was on the line.

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Jessica Sheffield

Jessica arrived with two Slytherin students in tow. 

 

It was towards the end of the attack with most of the casualties having been accounted for and the wolves subdued or...

 

Jess waved her wand in greeting, allowing the protective wards to assess her and decide whether she posed a threat or not. Something sparked on the Auror badge and then they were through. She headed up the gangplank first, not entirely sure what she would find. She couldn't remember there being a ship on the lake at Hogwarts when she'd been a student there but it was far from the weirdest thing that could have happened, tonight. 

 

She looked around for who was in charge and spotted @Professor Santiago, a rugged-looking ne'er-do-well Jess definitely would have remembered being her professor. 

 

"You the captain here?" she asked. "I found these two out on the lawn. They came from the great hall." She gestured at @Killian Dracel and @Damaris Denton, the latter of which looking very, very bad. "Mauled by a wolf, this one got his wand eaten, she's in and out of consciousness. Healers are on their way, but I don't know how long they'll be. You good?"

 

She turned abruptly without waiting for a reply, ready to head off into the darkness of the night again.

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Shay Weber-Li

After leaving the rose garden, Shay arrived at the ship with one injured student floating along in front of her and another uninjured student walking. She understood the importance of getting the children to safety, but she was itching to join the fight she could still hear raging on the Quidditch pitch. Her colleagues were in danger, other children were in danger, and all she’d done so far was narrowly miss several escaping wolves.

 

“Broken ribs and injured knee,” she said to the professor aboard in a short, clipped tone, nodding at @Ryan Buratsche. “No bites.”

 

Then she dropped back into her animagus form and ran down the gangway, back into the darkness.

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