Not Good, NOT good! ((Gregory Goyle))

[illiya]

Excited conversations and muffled giggles echoed through the hall as students moved along in tightly packed groups of friends, none too eager to rush to their next class. A few students lingered in place, waiting for the rooms before them to open and admit the next class, much to the relief of those who would be flooding out of the door to get away from teachers before more homework could be assigned. This normal exchange of fresh bodies packing into rooms recently vacated by those whose brains were now so full it hurt, was suddenly interrupted by hysterical cackling and the rush of feet.

Illiya burst around a corner, running full tilt down the hall to escape the water balloon that had just been chucked at her by Peeves. She had come across the poltergeist while he was tormenting some poor “ickle firstie” with a game of “Tag, you’re wet.” Illiya had made the mistake of letting herself feel more Gryffindor courage than was healthy for anyone to have, and subsequently found herself barreling down the hall to escape being the most recent victim. At least the First Years had escaped with no further harm, so all else aside, Illiya felt she had done them a great service. Now, if she could just avoid being drenched before class, she might count this encounter as a victory.

Illiya skidded through several groups of people, tossing apologies over her shoulder as she ran (a habit she was now used to as it had become a regular occurrence for her), her eyes darting wildly around in hopes of finding some hidden alcove she might slip into. Illiya ducked around another corner at the end of the hall, skidding as she went, only to run head first into what she was sure equated to a brick wall. Illiya flopped back onto her bum with an undignified WHUMP, her shoulder bag spilling it’s contents out into the hall around her. Illiya looked up, trying to decide why Filch would put a wall right around the corner, when she realized, much to her dismay, that it was not actually a wall she had run into. A seventh year Slytherin stood towering over her.

Illiya would have preferred the wall.

Heck, Illiya would have preferred a rabid bear.

She couldn’t quite tell if the Slytherin was scowling at her of if that was just how his face normally looked. The boy was huge, a massive gargoyle of unhappiness glaring at her and Illiya was certain that she now knew what death looked like, after all, this Slytherin was about to kill her. “Uh…oh..oh God. I’m….I’m so..SO sorry. I didn’t mean…” The rest of her sentence was cut short as a cup and a half of cold water was slammed into the back of her head, followed by the mad cackle of Peeves. Great, Illiya thought with a note of resignation, Now I’m doomed AND cold.

[Gregory Goyle Jr.]

Getting back into the school rhythm was a bit tough on Gregory. Than again, it was always tough. This year was exceptionally bad. It had all started during the train ride. Gregory had been extremely confused when he had received an owl from his father telling him to stay away from the back of the train. His father had never cared where he sat in the train. Why would he care now? The answer had come the day the train left the station. Gregory had been smoldering with anger, along with his friend Vincent as they sat near the front. The ride had been so boring, professors and Aurors had been roaming the halls and squashing any sort of activity that would keep Gregory and Vincent occupied. After the attack and derailment of the last car Gregory was suddenly thankful of his fathers letter.

After all the excitement of the attack it was time to get back into the class routine. Homework, Quidditch, homework, and than more Quidditch. Thats all that Gregory had been having time for lately. Dawn, the captain, had been really kicking up the training for this year. It was her last year, and Gregory's also, their last shot at the Quidditch Cup. The homework was harder than any he had ever witnessed before. This year was his N.E.W.T.'s examination and the professors were making sure that every inch of it was covered. It was amazing that Gregory actually had a free day and no homework to work on, and he wouldn't waste it.

After searching the Common room for Vincent or Draco and finding neither of the two, he decided to set out and roam the halls. Hopping to spot a few lower years to terrorize and keep him busy. He frowned. It seemed they were all in the common rooms, because Gregory found the halls nearly deserted, and his stomach began to rumble. It was time for a trip down to the kitchens. Gregory hadn't been down there in a while, but the house elfs sure remembered him. The scrambled around franticly to get him his most favorite sweets. So it was that after 10 minutes he left the kitchen. His pockets ladened with many assortments of cakes and biscuits.

The hall activity seemed to pick up within those 10 minutes, but Gregory didn't care anymore. He was busy with his trinkets. So busy was he that he hardly heard the approaching sound of running footsteps coming up behind him. Even had he heard them he wouldn't have expected anyone to be stupid enough to mess with him. The collision of two bodies came as a surprise to him and he was pushed foreword a step and the fresh cake in his hand slipped out of his grasp and fell to the floor. Gregory looked down at it for a long time. His anger swelling at the ruined cake on the floor. He twirled around and looked down at the girl sitting on the floor. He could tell she was a Gryffindor by the color of her robes.

He sneered in disgust at the thought of Gryffindor filth having touched him. Before he could act Peeves made an unsightly appearance and drenched the girl with water. Gregory grinned at the sight, but he needed Peeves to leave so that he could properly deal out the punishment this girl deserved. At the threat of looking like the hero Gregory pulled out his wand and pointed his wand at Peeves. "Get away Peeves!" He shouted. Peeves stuck his thumbs in his ears and blew a raspberry and than disappeared through a wall. With Peeves gone Gregory turned his attention downward to the girl on the floor.

His mind worked the best it could as he decided what would be the best punishment. His wand was now trained on her. He glared at her. "You made me drop my cake. What do you have to say for yourself muggle filth?" He hissed. He wasn't sure if she was Muggle-born or not, but she was from Gryffindor. How close could you get?

[illiya]

Illiya jumped slightly at the sound of Goyle’s voice as he pulled his wand and chased Peeves away. Then, his eyes fell on her and Illiya was forced to quell an overwhelming urge to jump to her feet and run. The boy was large, bordering on huge to the thin frightened fifteen year old laying on the ground in front of him. Illiya couldn’t care less that he had called her muggle filth, her three previous years at Hogwarts had taught her to expect that sort of insult from the Slytherins, and her attentions were fixed solely on the tip of the wand now pointed in her direction. Illiya’s mind was racing, trying desperately to remember where she had put her own wand; not that it mattered much, Illiya was three years younger than this boy and really stood no chance in a one on one duel.

“I…I…um…accident. Just an accident. Didn’t mean to. So Sorry.” Illiya stammered quickly as she scrambled backwards on her behind, her legs kicking out to find some measure of footing on a floor now slick with water. “I’ll….I’ll get you another one. I won’t even touch it,” she amended quickly, the words coming in a rush now as she tried to save her skin, “I’ll have the house elves deliver it. Any where you want.” Illiya scrambled back a little further. “Hey, I’ll even have them deliver you two new cakes.” She attempted a lame smile but it faltered quickly at the look on Goyle’s face. Illiya had no idea who the boy was but obviously he was not someone to be trifled with. “Right,” she all but whimpered, “I’d better get right on that.”

With that Illiya rolled over and jumped to her feet; she probably could have even disappeared around the corner… if the floor hadn’t been wet. Instead, her trainers squealed uselessly on the thin layer of water as she tried to find some traction to hurl herself out of harm’s way. She slammed into the wall next to her and tried to use it to propel herself forward, thoughts of all the people she'd miss when she was turned to dust, running like an old fashioned movie through her head.

[Gregory Goyle Jr.]

Gregory's eyes narrowed dangerously as the girl began to fumble for an apology. He calmly watched as she began to back pedal into the puddle of water. "What makes you think I want anything from a piece of filth like you?" His wand was still aimed at her and he wasn't about to lower it yet. All of a sudden the girl attempted to make a run for it. Gregory was a bit slow and couldn't come up with a spell on time. Not that he needed it. It seemed that for once Peeves had actually done a good deed. He watched as she slammed into the wall and began to laugh. The laugh was a loud deep one and his head was thrown back. Nothing looked better than to watch a Gryffindor run head long into the wall.

Slowly his laughter finally died down into a chuckle as he brought his attention back to the girl in front of him. He slowly began to walk up to her. With a flick of his wand the water on the floor disappeared. He didn't want to chance suffering the same fate as her. Pointing his wand at her legs he muttered. "Locomotor Mortis." The girls legs were suddenly locked together. That ought to keep her from running away. Now it was time to enact some punishment. Gregory had already thought of some good spells. "Lets see how you will like your new face." He said and pointed his wand her face. "Densaugeo." Was his first spell. He watched as the girls teeth suddenly began to grow larger. "Furnunculus" was the next spell and boils began to spring up upon the girls face.

Gregory broke into another fit of laughter at the sight. He flicked his wand once more and removed the Locomotor spell. Freeing her legs once more. "Run along filth, and don't cross my path again!" He growled.

[illiya]

Goyle’s deep, unpleasant laughter, like the bark of an angry dog, sounded loudly behind her and then Illiya’s panicked attempts to flee were cut short as her knees smacked together, her legs turning suddenly as stiff as boards. Flailing her arms wildly, Illiya tried her best to stay upright but her attempt at forward momentum got the best of her and she toppled face first to the floor with an un-gainly WHUMP . As her head re-bounded painfully off the tile, Illiya’s busted nose suddenly gushed a nice spout of blood, now glistening the same color as her house tie. She struggled to right herself once more and rolled over just in time to catch a fleeting glimpse of Goyle’s sneer as he growled out his threat. The flash of a spell going off in her face was not as terrifying as she thought it’d be, but the consequences that followed were worse than she imagined. Her teeth began growing to huge proportions, forcing the other teeth in her mouth painfully out of the way.

The worst was soon to come though as a second flash went off in her face and the skin around her cheeks began to burn and itch fiercely. Boils sprang up, searing a painful line across her cheekbones and then spreading like wildfire to her forehead and chin. She whimpered in pain and put trembling hands to her teeth in a pathetic attempt to quell the steady growth. Then, as quick as it started, her legs were released and Illiya looked up at Goyle through tear filled eyes. She hadn’t really expected to survive the encounter but she was sure this was worse than the avada kedavra curse. Illiya set her quaking arms to scrambling across the tile floor again as she made a second desperate bid for the corner, determined to make it to the infirmary as fast as possible so she could cease the pain on her face. Part of her was genuinely worried she would never make it there before her teeth became so large she’d need a wheelbarrow for them.

Unfortunately, Illiya would look back late that day to realize she shouldn’t have hesitated around Goyle.