Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2013 2:31:49 GMT -5
What the fuck was this?! Some insane attempt of her father to get Lilianne to care about the politics affecting the community as of late? Some idiotic pureblood-belief and duty that she was now being cowed into? Currently, Lilianne descended upon a crowd of protesters in favor of werewolves, wearing a fucking werewolf mask in a crazy attempt to scare them into recognition. Recognizing, mind you, the chaotic qualities of werewolves and their capabilities. Really though, this was a demonstration by mainly the pureblood community to show their superiority over the mixed and infected races. Again. Like it fucking mattered. Why, exactly, had Lilianne agreed to this? Had it been some misguided attempt to see a certain Lestrange in action? Could have been, though she'd never admit that. For now, she would continue to tell herself her father had somehow talked her into assisting the anti-werewolf raid. Perhaps, then, she would retain some sort of self respect. Well, not really.
Really, honestly, the pure hatred and chaos emenating from everyone was freaking her the hell out. Who put this much effort into hating each other? Certainly not Lilianne. None of this mattered to her. These pro- and anti- protests weren't worth the energy those involved put into them. But she was here, and she was flinging curses and hexes at the angry protesters like the rest of the raid. She was determined not to stick out, but no-the-hell-way was she going to be caught and charged for this. Lilianne would not take blame for this crap. Silently, the witch watched as protesters ran around, firing counter curses and stunning spells in return as well as being chased by masked freaks. Lilianne could see how this sort of chaos would excite certain folk, awakening a more primative being within. Were she a little better at dueling, this might be exciting for her too. However, instead, she found herself watching her own back too often and not enjoying much of the fray.
But then, Lilianne found herself face to face with a particular protester, who seemed only to have eyes for her. The poor bastard had targeted her and locked on, effectively forcing her to engage in order to keep herself free from the aurors roaming around. Well, fuck it. Quickest way to get it over with was to fire back, keeping clear of the wreckage and hexes that flew all around her. Despite this self defense sort of instinct awakening within her, Lilianne had no true wish to hurt this wizard. Stunning seemed the best option, and so stun she did. Well, that was the plan anyway. Within the time it took for the spell to reach the man, though, he had put up a shield and reflected it back near her. Wreckage scratch up her back and tore at her robe, causing a rather too-animal growl to emit from her chest. Just then, another spell flew toward her, causing her to throw her body out of the line of fire quickly, cursing as she hit the ground.
Really, why the fuck did she come to this crap? This was much more effort than she was wanting to put into this political war. The Ministry could give werewolves rights tomorrow and it would hardly affect her life at all. The worst she'd have to bear was the reactions of the pureblood community, and her too-scared-to-fight father. It was time to get the hell out of here before she was taken down for good. Raising her wand, Lilianne yelled Stupify once again, noticing just as she did it that her hand was shaking from the nerves. The apple never does fall far from the tree, does it? Well, anyway, it fell far enough. Lilianne's opponet went down, stunned, before she even realized what had happened. Essentially, she had won and was now free to flee, which of course she did. This was not her fight, and she would not be caught here in the event that the raiders lost this battle.
Really, honestly, the pure hatred and chaos emenating from everyone was freaking her the hell out. Who put this much effort into hating each other? Certainly not Lilianne. None of this mattered to her. These pro- and anti- protests weren't worth the energy those involved put into them. But she was here, and she was flinging curses and hexes at the angry protesters like the rest of the raid. She was determined not to stick out, but no-the-hell-way was she going to be caught and charged for this. Lilianne would not take blame for this crap. Silently, the witch watched as protesters ran around, firing counter curses and stunning spells in return as well as being chased by masked freaks. Lilianne could see how this sort of chaos would excite certain folk, awakening a more primative being within. Were she a little better at dueling, this might be exciting for her too. However, instead, she found herself watching her own back too often and not enjoying much of the fray.
But then, Lilianne found herself face to face with a particular protester, who seemed only to have eyes for her. The poor bastard had targeted her and locked on, effectively forcing her to engage in order to keep herself free from the aurors roaming around. Well, fuck it. Quickest way to get it over with was to fire back, keeping clear of the wreckage and hexes that flew all around her. Despite this self defense sort of instinct awakening within her, Lilianne had no true wish to hurt this wizard. Stunning seemed the best option, and so stun she did. Well, that was the plan anyway. Within the time it took for the spell to reach the man, though, he had put up a shield and reflected it back near her. Wreckage scratch up her back and tore at her robe, causing a rather too-animal growl to emit from her chest. Just then, another spell flew toward her, causing her to throw her body out of the line of fire quickly, cursing as she hit the ground.
Really, why the fuck did she come to this crap? This was much more effort than she was wanting to put into this political war. The Ministry could give werewolves rights tomorrow and it would hardly affect her life at all. The worst she'd have to bear was the reactions of the pureblood community, and her too-scared-to-fight father. It was time to get the hell out of here before she was taken down for good. Raising her wand, Lilianne yelled Stupify once again, noticing just as she did it that her hand was shaking from the nerves. The apple never does fall far from the tree, does it? Well, anyway, it fell far enough. Lilianne's opponet went down, stunned, before she even realized what had happened. Essentially, she had won and was now free to flee, which of course she did. This was not her fight, and she would not be caught here in the event that the raiders lost this battle.