Beginning of the end?

He'd left Lucy by the tree, half hoped she'd go back up to the castle, knew she really wouldn't.

Selwyn didn't know why he hated people to see him change forms. Presumably, knowing he was part veela, they knew it could happen, but for some reason, people thought of veela as these beautiful, seductive things, not as something that could burn you to a crisp if the inclination caught them that way.

The adrenalin had been building ever since he left the willow and he avoided looking at his hands because the sensation of his nails lengthening was enough. He hated seeing the jelly-like way his skin moved when everything started rearranging itself into that more alarming form.

Close by, another werewolf darted off towards it's unseen attacker and Selwyn reached out further than he'd been able to a moment ago to casually rake his newly acquired talons across its belly.

Lachlan had decided to go to bed early that fateful June night, enjoying the warmer breeze rolling through the open window which marked the beginning of Summer at Hogwarts, and the final weeks of term.

He was concerned, he had to admit, about the disappearances rocking the school, with the main targets seeming to have come from within the Potter's Army, it was obvious that the perpetrators were the Death Eater copy cat group which seemed to exist within the school.

Unfortunately Lachlan was a heavy sleeper, so the first cries for help which echoed around the grounds went unheard by him as he dreamt about Holidays and going for a swim, he was really looking forward to this year's family trip out of the country, they left every year, most of the time revisiting Ireland.

However no matter how heavy a sleeper he was the sound of an explosion just outside his window sent him flying out of bed, swearing and clambering for his wand which was lying uselessly on his bedside table. "What the hell was that?" He shouted to no one in particular, finally righting himself just in time to see the last of Sam's red sparks disappear into the sky, and in time to catch the exchange of light jets on the ground.

Cursing he stood up and sprinted into the common room, pausing only to scoop up a handful of robes which he hastily put on while running, luckily it hadn't been too cold for sleeping in underwear that night, as it was merely robes and tracksuit pants for him as he ran to join what sounded like an rapidly escalating battle outside.

Finally reaching the front grounds he was shocked to see the thrashing form of the Whomping Willow blazing brightly in the night, moving violently and fast enough to appear to almost uproot itself, if the fire didn't destroy it, it appeared that it would do that to itself.

But that wasn't important, the tree held a great deal of historical value, that much was for sure, however it was nothing compared to the lives of the people out on the field of battle tonight, shivering slightly as the cold air stabbed at his bare chest he mildly regretted not having the time to find a shirt, but recently a lot of them had gone missing, as if someone'd been rummaging through his trunk and hadn't had the good sense to put things back where they belonged. ((This was Ethel, forgive me if I wasn't welcome to use that thread as reference in the Gryffindor dorms, but it was certainly a plausible sort of scenario))

Spotting the fiery red hair of Jack he cursed inwardly as he noticed the approaching werewolves, she and the others in the area seemed to be putting up a strong fight, but where one creature went down, it seemed as if more popped up in their wake.

Noticing Nester, to him just another werewolf, standing up after apparently making landfall, Lachlan took aim and thought of the best way to stop such horrible animals. Concentrating hard and sprinting to close the shortening distance between the beast and himself Lachlan screamed "Incarcerous!" Feeling his wand recoil as a massive length of thick ropes shot from the tip of his wand, flying directly at the werewolf named Nester.

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Spell used

Incarcerous - Ties someone (Or something) up with ropes.

OOC: Don't forget to mention if you're attacking Mis, okay? (I'll be having a really busy day today.)

Idiot! She would've said that, but instead, there was another deep growl at Cecilia and she bent down right before the spell could hit her.
When Jack immobilised the other werewolf, Miseria stepped away and turned her back to it. Monster or not, she didn't want to kill anyone. It was better to keep them alive and later question them. She had to jump away again. Miseria would rather fight with werewolves than get hit with a spell that would make her easy prey.

Suddenly, the whomping willow was set on fire. Mis' eyes widened and she backed off a few steps, but stopped then. It was a freaking battle, of course they wanted to scare werewolves. Fire was, of course, one of the main things that would kill her. But then again, humans died in fire, too.
The whomping willow was moving it's branches in pain, kicking the ground so hard that Mis could feel it with her soft paws. Then she turned her eyes back at Samuel. He was still there, standing.

When ropes came out of nowhere and tied Nestler up, white werewolf jumped and looked at Lachlan. She sighed, though, it sounded funny. See you later. she thought to Sam, and then ran off.
There were so many other werewolves. She recognized Alexis, a girl who she had met near the lake. First, she thought that they could be friends, but right now, she wasn't even sure if she wanted this anymore.

She approached the forest. She could sence someone there. Someone invisible. And The Invisible boy or girl was shooting spells at the werewolf. She could see that there was a misunderstanding, but then they senced her, just like she did.
When Hoover started running at the invisible attacker, Miseria added speed and then crushed into him, kicking Hoover against the tree. She felt little dizzy after the kick but it ended soon.

((Could you be a little more beastly Mis, werewolves should have a darker side, rather than just being hyped up warriors.
No need to edit what you've already done, maybe just attack someone good accidently or something, just stop being so good! ))

Sam looked up to see his fellow Gryffindor Lachlan Moran sprinting onto the field of battle, shooting a spell at Nester who he realised was now attempting to regain his footing once more and re-enter the attack on the defending Potter's Army students on the grounds.

"Expulso," Shouted Sam, his wand pointed at the very same Werewolf, aiming to put it out of the fight for good, simply knocking it out cold. Killing someone was a bit beyond what Sam felt he was capable of doing.

A distraction arrived, however, in the shape of a series of red and gold energy wires beginning to glow around the Hogwarts Gates, the figure of a small girl and a woman standing in and outside of the gates, respectively.

Squinting in the direction of the gates he was glad to be reasonably close to them as a flash of light from behind him illuminated the unmistakable mask of a Death Eater.

"Oh god," he shouted, turning and grabbing Jack's shoulder, shaking it furiously and not caring whether she was in danger of losing any duels or not, if she didn't see what was about to reach them at the gates soon, she would be in a far more immediate, far worse fate.

OOC: She took this Wolfsbane potion. It is said that when a werewolf takes it, it's usually calmer and it can control it's own emotions and thoughts. And besides, I'm way too afraid to start writing like this. English isn't my second language and Imagine how many mistakes there would be!

((Oh, ok, sorry, didn't realise she'd taken the potion. Sorry
I'll call the Order in after the DEs arrive, so please everyone who has a DE charrie get here soon ))

''Impedimenta'', McCoy fired at the attacker on Amelia. ''What is this, you idiots?!'', he yelled after stopping. He looked at the Willow, all in fire. He never like that plant, but he did not fancy the idea of it burning down. He wasn't sure who did it, he did not care that much, he just pointed his wand at it and yelled: ''Aqua Eructo!''

The fire began to reduce itself as the water gun from his wand reached it. In a few moments, while he was avoiding any kind of direct combat, the fire was out and he could turn to the battle. ''I am not sure who or where you are, but you are not alone now'', he exclaimed to the person that was, even to him, still invisible. He pointed his wand at his opponents. He was a professor, someone with vast experience and he would not have much problems with the students. He just hoped the others would come as late as possible.

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Impedimenta - Slows down or stops something
Aqua Eructo - A jet of water burst from the end of the wand

Sandra strolled through the grounds of Hogwarts with a smile and ready wand.

She, with some help from the Pyrites girl and Caelani, had managed to breach the Hogwarts gates only a few moments ago. The rest of the Death Eaters would be arriving shortly, but to be quite honest, Sandra didn't eally give a shit about the other death eaters.

She had a castle to storm.

"Good times," she murmured to herself, watching various figures dart around the half lit grounds. She could see a few werewolves, some students...maybe a teacher. She wasn't sure. She pointed her wand in the vague middle of all the carnage.

"Expulso."

The ground her wand was pointing at exploded, throwing chunks of grass and earth everywhere. Sandra chuckled and pressed her wand to her throat. "Attention Hogwarts Students!" She said, her voice magically enhanced. "This is Sandra Archer speaking! Throw down your wands and surrender, or I'll kill you." She paused for a split second. "If you surrender...I'll kill you slightly less painfully."

Michael ran up to the clock tower. He wanted the highest vantage point in the castle that he could get to, quickly. From there he raised his wand and fired. "Expecto Patronum!" The wand shot out a beam of light across the sky and it took form in the shape of a coyote that was running across the school grounds towards the forest.

He waited and seconds later, he saw another patronus fire from the deepest, darkest part of the Forbidden Forest, A large graceful eagle patronus in flight. He smiled quickly. That part had gone well. But it was only the beginning.

He dashed back down the steps and outside in time to hear Sandra Archer threatening the students. "oh good," he sighed sarcastically, "Another loud mouth." He made his way across the grounds to side with the students. He found Jack, somehow fairly easily in the chaos.

"I presume you would like a hand?" he asked.

Jack was beginning to see that this was coming down to chaos. As she darted through the battle, distracting and attacking Dark followers she saw one of the werewolves get caught up in ropes before snapping his way out. A second later, another spell hit the werewolf and he flipped over, knocked out cold. Not that their chances against them had improved much.

The other werewolf, the black one, was chasing something she could not see. Suddenly a veela entered the fray and slashed at the werewolf's belly, leaving a gash. The werewolf kept going until another werewolf rushed for ward and attacked it. He snarled and lept onto her, biting and attacking, thrashing in the dog fight.

Jack felt her breathing become labored. Michael approached ans she nodded. "Help the younger ones... There's werewolves." She kept going. This was dangerous. There was no order. There was an explosion and people were thrown from the middle of the fight. And suddenly, Jack heard a voice and felt hands on her shoulders. She slipped away from the hands and approached Sandra, squaring off aways away from her. There was no Order members here. It was her responsibility to face Sandra. "F*ck off, b*tch. This is our school. STUPEFY!"