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[Rosaliz Hernandez G6]

Alone in the depths of the Forbidden Forest, Nathan was lamenting to himself about all his past travel of this year. It wasn't what he was expecting at all... but when did anything work according to plan at this place. When he came from Durmstrang, he didn't expect to find the things he had found here. He didn't expect to find friends and family both waiting here for him to discover them. Lysander, Degare, and Bella were all good friends that he had last year, and enjoyed being around them. Even if he hadn't seen either of them during this entire year. Then there was Bella that hadn't been heard from at all. Granted he had never gotten along with the Sanders didn't know if it was because she transferred work companies or other reasons, but she could have at least told him something. He thought that she respected him enough to tell him that, but he guessed he was wrong. She was just like everyone else.... your friends with them one moment and then they don't even acknowledge you the next. Still, he wished his heart could accept what his brain had learned a long time ago, and just knock Bella off the "Love" list and into the "Ignore" list. Besides he had ambitions that trumped his newly discovered family. Not that he cared for most of them, except for his sister and felt that they were fools that didn't understand him and what he needed to do for the world. They didn't understand that one can't just let any transgression go, and then leave it in the back of his/her mind. A person needed to respond with swift cold justice, and let them suffer the worst penalty. That was why he vowed to deliver justice to his father, wherever he was, and the rest of this sick and disgusting world. He would help to give it order, stability, and safety from the chaotic, disorderly, and dangerous society that has risen about from evil people getting their wishes granted with no or little opposition. Soon that would all change, and the world will be healed of it's wounds, no matter what it took. If that meant breaking the hearts of people he loved, he would do it over and over again until his goals were achieved.

Especially in this particular case, with monstrous Margie along side there were to fight her neice Rosaliz, the beast's wrath if she were to stay away. Nathan would have to worry about protecting Rosaliz, which would distract him from trying to be a good spy against the enemy Margie. Then it would ultimately distract him from giving his foe the justice that had been coming to him. Unfortunately, he wasn't quite ready to do that as of yet. He didn't have the power necessary to take down his nemesis, so he needed a little outside help from someone that knew how to make him a stronger wizard. Luckily he knew such a person in his old school in Siberia, Durmstrang. This person was a Professor of the Ancient Arts (Dark Arts) at Durmstrang and had formed an mentor-apprentice connection with each other that still held strong today.... or at least Nathan hoped. He hadn't seen the good Professor in two years, and wondered if he still held a good enough regard to accept his request. It had been weeks since he had sent that letter, and knew that Astor must be nearby with some sort of response from the good Professor. Surely enough, Astor was descending upon him in all of his hawkish glory. It seemed that he had some sort of package clenched in his claws, and this raised Nathan's curiosity. As soon as the hawk came near Nathan, he gently dropped the small package towards his master and waited to be rewarded. Once the he got the package, he gave his owl a large packet of treats and then unattached the letter that was connected to it.

Dear Nathan,

I have read your request, and I must say that I can see that you desire yet more abilities. This can only mean that you have someone or some people that you want to kill. While I would like to help you, I'm afraid that I can't offer it for free. Therefore I would like to request to you that in exchange for my help you will do a field test on an artifact I found while on an exposition in Greenland. I'm sure you would love it, as I remember the interest in your eyes whenever I talked about my summer expositions.

The artifact is called the Star of Jotunheim, and is connected to Norse mythology. Jotunheim was the home of the giants known as the Jotun, who were a dark breed. They used their powers to constantly oppose the Norse gods, until they were defeated by the Norse Gods. Today we have no idea about their existence, but we know that artifacts from Jotunheim often pop up in the Human world and take control of those with weak mental wills. Knowing you, I can imagine that you would never have such a feeble will, and would cope with these items quite nicely. This is why I am giving this pendant, so that I can use a strong willed person that won't use it for foolish reasons, as the makers intended it to be used. Also, I have no idea of it's powers, so I am relying on you to give me a status report on it's abilities and what effects it has on you when you go to Russia during the winter break.

Professor Percy C. Roughbone

PS: What's this I hear about you having family problems in England? It seems that a certain sister of yours is sending letters out to everyone about you.

So all I have to do is try on a necklace for a couple of months and make Margie stop annoying Roughbone, not bad. Nathan thought as he was used to wearing magical pendants when he wore his mother's Celtic Pentagram for many years of his life.Thankfully he was no longer wearing that thing, and was free from having a tracker around his neck. It seemed to be much darker looking than his old one, and looked sort of like a compass. It had all of the cardinal directions and the ordinal directions on it. It also wasn't very shiny as the luster on this one wasn't as strong as his mother's pentagram. Still he could feel the power that this artifact had from just holding it in his hands, and knew it was something special. However if this is what it took in order to get his power, then he would do it. He would go down into the dark depths of hell as long as he would get what he thought was best for the world as a whole. Here goes nothing. Nathan thought to himself as he put on the Star of Jotunheim. He then looked down and stared at it, waiting for some sort of reaction to happen. Suddenly the pendant started to spin rather fast as the center started to light up. Then he started to feel dizzy and fell down towards the floor in pain. His eyes and teeth started throb like nothing he had ever seen as if they were being forcefully taken out by some unknown force somewhere. After a few more minutes he was out like a light, as Astor took the letter and flew away somewhere. It was now him all alone for the next 12 hours or so, knocked out. Then as he got out of his coma, he started to get up and look around as he started to sense that something was different about him. He looked down and saw that the pendant was still spinning, but at a much slower rate. He picked up his head slowly to look around to see if anyone else was there, not quite seeing straight and not aware of his new fangs and eye color...

[Rosaliz Hernandez G6]

Margie's anger was coming to a boiling point lately and she was having trouble keeping it in check. What was the matter with her? She had always been so laid-back and fun-loving, but somehow she was feeling that part of her start to slip away ...and she wanted it back. The only two people that she could be around and feel like her old self was Baxter and Degare. She still didn't get to see her friend as much as she would like, but she was glad that her and Bax spent quite a bit of time together now. She was glad they had made up, and vowed to herself that she would keep her friend close this time. Then there was Joe. She still didn't know what to think about what happened and it gnawed at her every day. Up till that point, they had been no more than comrades. She couldn't even go as far as to say they were friends because she simply knew nothing about him. All she knew was that he had a vengeance for Phil. Growling inwardly at the mere thought of him, Margie broke into a clearing and somebody laying on the ground. Narrowing her eyes, she walked toward the guy to see if he was okay. Yet one look at his face and her anger began boiling over once more. It was that idiot she had hired and she was so tempted to start kicking him while he was down. She refrained though and instead just stood over him with her arms crossed. As he began to stir, she took two silent steps back and locked her eyes on him. Oh he was going to pay for what he'd done...hid disobendence.. His loyalty to her. As he finally came to and tried pushing himself up, Margie could hear soft groans escaping his mouth. All she could think was hopefully he's in pain. Finally the boy began turning his head around and she couldn't hide her presence any longer. When he locked eyes on her, the first thing she noticed was that they had changed color. "You're going to pay for what you did” she said in a cold voice as she didn't move a muscle....

Nathan groaned softly as he got up, as being knocked out for 10 plus hours was a difficult thing to adjust from. It was already night time and he had no real idea of the time. All he knew was that he was feeling weird, but not in a bad sort of way. He didn't feel like throwing up or anything, he just felt.... different. What is this feeling? Nathan thought to himself as he looked around at who was there, and found only one person there. He couldn't quite make him/her out since his eye sight was still recovering. He just stumbled about for a few seconds as he attempted to get his body to move fluidly again before he was ready to do anything. Once that was accomplished he looked back at the person and saw it was Margie. She was a strong willed girl, he couldn't lie about that, but she was rather stupid. She wouldn't attack him, someone who she thought as the enemy, when he was down. That was a move that was going to get her killed and it was time that he showed her the consequences of her actions. "You're going to pay for what you did”""Then do it already. I'm getting annoyed at all of your baiting. I get the message, you want to take me on." Nathan said, not noticing the fact that he had fangs now, instead of teeth. "However if you were really sincere about your threats then you would have killed me just now with no regrets. Now I see that you are just a pathetic weakling with no backbone whatsoever....

Margie let him rant. "You're wrong Nathan. I don't want to kill you," she said as she took a step closer, then another. "I want you to suffer for all that you have done. I want to see you sliced open while your back was turned ...to see you cry when the person you love cuts you out of their life. No, you don't deserve to die." She was now face to face with him and her anger was so intense she could feel it wrapping around her like a warm blanket. "You think I'm a coward? Kelsii's back was turned when you showed her the blade of your sword. So who's really the coward here?" Margie locked eyes with him and continued glaring. Then, to see just how much of a coward he was she turned and began slowly walking away. "Come on Nathan! Stab me in the back too and your collection will be nearly complete!"

"You're wrong Xavier.  I don't want to kill you. I want you to suffer for all that you have done.  I want to see you sliced open while your back was turned ...to see you cry when the person you love cuts you out of their life. No, you don't deserve to die."...

Idiot. Nathan thought as he was the biggest expert when it came to those two topics. He had been stabbed in the back so many times in Durmstrang, in his family. The first person he ever loved in Durmstrang ended up using him so he could suffer for being part Muggle. At home his father emotionally scarred him while his half-sister, step-mother, and step-grandfather all turned against him when they found out that he was wizard. However the thing that really angered him was the unfairness of everything. He does a couple of things out of line and he gets a whole force of crazy people after him, but for all the people that wronged him... he got no one to go after them. He wasn't going to say anything on that though, it wasn't any of her business to know everything about his life. Nathan finally lost patience with her as she was now bringing up something that she had no knowledge about and showing her ignorance wonderfully. "THAT IS WAR! It's not a dueling club with proper and pristine rules and tea breaks. It's a no rules contest to see who can stay alive at the end of it all, by any means necessary. Your idiot friend, Kelsii, was just someone who was unable to survive at the end of the battle. That's it, the end!...

"Come on Nathan! Stab me in the back too and your collection will be nearly complete!"

"Actually I have a better idea." Nathan said as he raised his wand and aimed it right for her throat. "Silencio!" Xavier roared as he wanted to make her shut up desperately.

"Actually I have a better idea. Silencio!"

Margie tried to open her mouth to say more--to goad Nathan to fight with her--but her voice was gone. Her hand flew to her throat as she turned and glared at Xavier. Instead, she just smirked at him and pointed to her back as if to say "my back was turned you bloody coward."Instead of moving this time though, she just simply started at him. Come on Xavier, she thought to herself. Keep showing your cowardice.

[Rosaliz Hernandez G6]

Rosaliz had wound up within the recesses of the Forbidden Forest once more, more specifically in the bald spot she had discovered midway through her last term. Five trees stood prominantly at specific points in this clearing, making a star-like shape where Jade now currently stood. The space was not very large but it was the correct size for Rosaliz's practice sessions, which had turned into a biweekly thing. As of recently, Rosaliz had felt herself becoming unhinged more easily and set off by things that used to be blown off with total apathy by her. Now, she had felt compelled to hex whomever came within a five-foot radius within her and her temper was seemingly out of her control. Currently, she was in the spot in the Forest, an array of parchments spread out before her. Her spidery scrawl crawled across the page, reminiscent of when she had made these notes during the summer holidays, holed up in her father's stone library. Although he covered himself extremely well, Rosaliz had discovered just how immersed in the Dark Arts her father was, for his books - although they had innocuous titles relating to his supposed "real" line of work - were filled with the Darkest of magic. Rosaliz had poured over these books, getting lost in trances with images of torture beyond anybody's imagination, spells and curses that would definitely be granted as "Unforgivable" should the greater population know about them. However, there was a secrecy about this type of magic; it was obviously not commonly used and Rosaliz had oftentimes wondered whether it was a preamble to what the Dark side of magic was planning. Whatever the texts signified, Rosaliz had noted what might be of usage to her. Now, Rosaliz was carefully reading her script, spinning her wand. There was a heightened sense of paranoia on her part, as somebody could discover her and what she was practicing if she were not very careful. Nonetheless, Rosaliz considered herself rather well secluded - a curtain hung about the tree branches, as though signifying a barrier between herself and the rest of the world. She had also memorized a spell that protected an area from humans, although she was well aware of the creatures that prowled through the forest. As she raised her wand, about to practice a newly learned spell, she heard voices. Sharply, Rosaliz turned her head about, listening closely. Somebody was in the vicinity of where she currently stood. Tapping her wand against the parchment sheets, the ink on them fading slowly, Rosaliz folded them and placed them in the deep recesses of her cloak pocket before moving to an ivy curtain on the eastern side of the clearing. Pulling it back, Rosaliz began to walk carefully through the forest, walking so that her feet made very little noise. The voices, shouting, sounded again and Rosaliz identified two - one a male's, one a female's. Drawing in that direction, Rosaliz walked closer and closer until she could hear dialogue:

"Come on Nathan! Stab me in the back too and your collection will be nearly complete!"

"Actually I have a better idea.Silencio!"

At this proclamation, Rosaliz saw a flash of light to her left. Her hazel eyes moved to that area and, behind a couple of trees, she saw a women facing in her direction with her back facing a guy. Obviously, the women had been hit with the silencing spell but was not very interested in retailiating back. Either that or she was waiting for a particular time. After a careless glance at the guy, Rosaliz looked back to the women . . . and realized she looked vaguely familiar. . . . and a surge of anger bolted through her as she recollected who precisely who she was. Her Aunt..

Margie.

Drawing closer, Rosaliz walked up Margie, completely ignoring the guy who had spelled her, and stared at her directly in the eyes, not saying anything just yet, but pulling her wand out of her pocket....

[Rosaliz Hernandez G6]

Oh bloody hockeysticks, Margie thought as she saw a pair of eyes step in front of her. It was none other than the one person she despised the most. She could feel the silencing spell releasing its hold on her, but she knew if she spoke now it would only come out as a grunt. With her anger boiling over already, she simply glared back at the girl--Nathan momentarily forgotten. Finally, she felt the spell release its hold on her as she reached into her pocket and gripped her wand. "Rosaliz Hernandez," she said in an expressionless voice as she kept the glare in her eyes....

Nathan watched as Margie tried to mock him for his silencing of her, and he found it quite stupid. This just further proved how cowardly she actually was. She resorted to taunting that was equivalent to a professional wrestler and then didn't back it up. She was truly all bark and no bite. She just started to walk away, until he notice some other foot steps walk into the scene. He recognized her from the from the picture Margie had given her, and the day that met at the cafe. However nothing more was known about her on Nathan's end, and he suspected this was a elated family feud as she stared Margie down Margie then stared the girl down and said her name as she regained her voice, at a surprisingly quick rate.He then looked back at Rosaliz, with his black eyes with red pupils, and then at Margie. He could definitely feel the tension between these two add to the tension between Margie and himself. "You two know each other?" Nathan asked as he kept his wand at the ready position, itching for a fight himself after all of Margie's barking... Hand gripped firmly on the wand in her pocket, Margie silently cursed herself for not keeping her wand in her sleeve today. She really had to get better about that, or one of these days she would find herself up against a wall. Margie only hoped that today was not that day.

"Margie Meradith Watson. The ditz who can't walk without knocking into people. The moron who commences to yell at people she stupidly knocks into. The pathetic excuse of a loser."

The words dripping with venom, Margie would have to be a fool not to recognize that Rosaliz was out for vengeance--out for blood. The girl's glare mirrored her own save one difference.Margie's anger burned hot within her, while Rosaliz's anger had the appearance of burning cold. The Gryffindor pushed all of her misery and frustration aside and she felt her own anger begin to fuel and course through her body as if there was white fire burning through her veins. With each moment that passed, she could feel the fire burning hotter and her thoughts becoming more focused. With Rosaliz's wand in focus now, Margie was not shy about producing her own. "And yet...who won the game?" Margie's glare were deadly now.

"You two know each other?" asked Nathan

"What's it to you?" asked Rosaliz

Having forgotten all about the Nathan, Margie kept her gaze on Rosaliz. "Bugger off Nathan, this has nothing to do with you." Out of her vision, she saw Nathan had his wand at the ready as he glanced between the two girls. She had not quite noticed before, but now that her focus seemed clearer she could see a definite change in Nathan. He seemed to have a darker aura around him and he held himself just a bit differently. She spared him a quick glance, noticing that his eyes seemed to have a demonic tint to them, but then put her focus back on Rosaliz. "Come on you filthy scum," she growled at the girl. "What are you waiting for? I am right here. Come and get me"

Rosaliz was going to be done ...NO...she was beyond done. Even so though ...she was going to take these two with her. And she was going to do it alone, so Joe could be proud of her. Raising her wand, Margie immediately felt her right forearm slice open. Taking a step backwards in shock, she immediately tripped and fell to the ground. She had never even heard the spell muttered and didn't know where it had come from, but she heard the others that Rosaliz had uttered.

"And yet...who won the game?"

Yup, this was definitely shaping up like a Quidditch feud. Why didn't he see this one coming.

"What's it to you?"

"Bugger off Nathan, this has nothing to do with you."

"Sorry circus freak. I'm not giving you the opportunity to back out of a fight. More people need to hold you to your smack, and make you actually fight somebody." Nathan said as he got his sword out and his pendant started to spin a bit faster than it was before. His fangs were starting to grow to the point that he started to notice something was up with his teeth. "As for you Rosaliz, you can handle her after I'm done with her." Nathan added so that Rosaliz could understand. After he waited for a few moments as he heard Margie say another one of her classic barks, and Rosaliz had it. She fired off a couple of spells at Nathan and Margie. Nathan moved his sword in front of him and blocked the spell in front of his face. Nathan then ran a couple of feet and jumped in the air as he aimed an attack at Rosaliz with his sword. He then roared "Diffindo" at Margie, while she was leaving a trail of blood on the ground as she was invisible.

Although Rosaliz had definitely had her share of run-ins with the pink-headed ditzbrain, she could not fathom precisely why she loathed her so much. Logically, it probably had something to do with the fact that the Margie kept ramming into Rosaliz - both literally and figuratively - in the worst or the most gruelling of times for Rosaliz, which caused her to have an overall worse impression. Nevertheless, Rosaliz's logic was at a very bare minimum right now as she faced the hellcat, reasons multiplying at a constant rate as to why she ought to attack her in this moment. Rosaliz knew that this point would be brought up but her current state of agitation would not allow her to shut up. "No thanks to you that I will win," she stated harshly, feeling annoyance crash over her, as though refreshing the current state of disgust she held for the hussy. Her patience was wearing thinner and thinner and it was words spoken by the red-eyed boy not far away that caused her to turn away her ice-ridden burning eyes toward his own blood-colored ones, wondering just what he had to contribute in this menacing stare-down of sorts. However, Rosaliz could not wait any longer - the need for her to attack was too great and Rosaliz found herself not wanting to resist these urges any longer. She had shot the first few spells at Margie, one of which made contact with her arm, causing blood to spill from her wound. Concentrated on her actions, Rosaliz watched as the ropes that shot out of her wand tip landed uselessly on the ground and Margie's eyes back toward the she-devil . . . who had disappeared. Muttering curses underneath her breath, Rosaliz dodged away from where she had last stood, seeing how the demon boy had drawn out a - what the hell was he holding? It looked to be a very long silver wand but Rosaliz had no time to dwell on the weapon, although she was now convinced the boy was not of a human nature. "Protego Totalum," she muttered, feeling the protective spell run through her veins, just as the devil boy lept into the air with that object pointed straight at her. "Confringo!" she shouted, sending the spell firing toward him, before leaping out of the way, hoping to high Merlin.... Watson was not close to her.

Marige's rage now in full bloom. With a determined smirk on her face, she backed away a little and started to make her way around to the backside of Rosaliz. With the ropes held firmly in her left hand and her wand in her right, she felt the throbbing pain that the cut on her arm was issuing. The Gryffindor had done her work well, as the cut was about six inches long along the inside of her forearm. The warm blood was trickling its way toward her hand and she saw that the ropes she held now had some large red spots on them. If she had known that some of the blood had made its way into the grass, she would have taken more care with how she held her arm.

"Diffindo"

The Gryffindor was still stewing about Nathan's 'circus freak' comment when she felt something slice across her left shoulder. Biting back a scream, the pain washed over her as she felt her thoughts become just a tad foggier. For a moment she stopped to catch her breath as the pain intensified. Once it abated a little she looked at the cut and saw that it was smaller, yet deeper--and producing about the same amount of blood. Immediately her narrowed eyes went to Nathan. She didn't have much time before her charm wore off and she needed to make her move ...quickly.

"Protego Totalum. Confringo!"

Bloody Merlin, she growled at herself. Rosaliz had just put up a shield around herself, which completely thwarted Margie's plan. And yet, now Natahn was attacking the Margie. Walking as fast as she could without making a sound, Margie made her way behind Nathan and his horrible sword. She hated that thing with a loathing, and couldn't wait to learn how to fight with a weapon of her own. Somebody needed to stop him. Pulling off the disillusionment charm, Margie threw the ropes around Nathan's neck, tightening them up and hoping she had not missed. At the same time, she placed most of her body behind him as she pointed her wand at his sword shouting "expelliarmus". Then she pointed her wand at Rosaliz. "Come out from behind that pretty little shield Gryffindor," Margie said tauntingly as she gave her an evil smirk....

"Protego Totalum. Confringo!"

Nathan cursed under his breath as Rosaliz dodged his sword attack, luckily and put a shield on herself. This one was so defensive that it was annoying. He knew he might have a chance to break through with another speed attack if he could just irritate her enough with his acrobatic stunts. In the last few fights he hadn't had a real chance to show off his combination of flips and jumps with magic. This duel he was going to change that and put these ladies on their toes.... until he chopped them off. He landed on his feet and waited to see when Rosaliz's shield was going to wear off. Unfortunately he didn't notice that Margie was behind him with some rope, until he felt it around his neck. Seconds later he felt his air supply decrease a little bit, as she started to choke him with the ropes. Soon his sword had been lost as he wasn't focusing on that and he just cursed under his breath as Epyon went away from his hands. His pendant was now spinning a bit faster and his skin started to become paler, and more and more he started to look less human and more like a demon or a monster. However he didn't care as he just wanted to destroy the two he was dueling. "Come out from behind that pretty little shield Slytherin." Nathan used this opportunity to take his wand and point it at the hand holding the ropes around his neck. He knew a perfect spell that would throw her off guard. He found it while reading Gilderoy Lockhart: An Imposter Revealed as it discussed the spell he used to try and 'heal' Harry Potter when his arm was broken in a Quidditch match. The spell only made sure that no bones were left in his arm as he had to regrow them over night. "BRAKIUM IRMENDO!" Nathan screamed as he hoped that all the bones in that hand would be gone, or she would let go of the ropes. He figured she would have to do one or the other. Then after he was free, he had already planed to move around a lot more than he was previously doing.