Lion With Devil's Horns (Lorcan)

[JERRY BECKENHAM]

Jerry entered the dungeons cautiously and peered around a corner. So far, the corridor seemed as safe as it could be, considering he was in the dungeons. He glanced over his shoulder and reached into his pocket, feeling the dungbombs that he planned to throw around. Once one of the Slytherins showed up, of course.
"Come on, someone," Jerry hissed to himself, wondering where all the snakes had gone. Jerry waited patiently in the shadows, for at least ten minutes, when his stomach decided to make its presence known in the otherwise quiet corridor. "Oh, shoot," the seventh year grumbled and fished an apple from his pocket, and munched on it. Jerry always had a need to eat before committing a large prank. Also, he was convinced that if McNabb caught him, than at least he'd had his last meal first.

"I'm ready." He verified what he'd said and crept close beside the wall that he was currently hiding behind, moving to look around the corner as well. It was quiet and looked empty, probably because a lot of the snakes were in their common room. Not a few minutes after Jerry stopped eating, a lonely, fifth year Slytherin wandered on the seemingly deserted corridor. Oh, were they in for a surprise! It is now or never, Jerry thought to himself as he watched the young snake with his sharp eyes.
"Let's do this." Jerry grinned to himself as he pulled handful of dungbombs from his pockets. "No one's here...this is my chance!" he nodded. "Fire away!" Jerry yelled and tossed the first dungbomb into the corridor, watching with glee as it smashed against a wall and snuffed a flaming torch. Laughing into his palm in attempt to at least be a little discreet, the Gryffindor reached for another and took aim, wondering how many he could toss before he had to flee.

Jerry whooped with glee when the next dungbomb hit the Slytherin right on the head, spreading the foul stench further along the corridor. Checking how many he had left in his pockets, Jerry then proceeded to grip one in each hand and peered around the corner, careful not to be seen. He didn't feel the need to throw any at the right after the initial attack. Just to lure the victim into a false sense of security. Frowning, Jerry tossed a dungbomb at the fifth year, aiming for the chest this time with a slightly harder throw than usual.

Leaning backwards and pressing his back to the stone wall, Jerry knew he had to flee soon if only to let loose his laughter that was a struggle to keep quiet. This was fun. It was good to be back to pranking and irritating Slytherins in a far more humiliating manner. He was eager to keep it going, to remind people once again why he was known as one of the pranking masters of the school. The Slytherins had it easy lately but no more, Jerry was determined and this Slytherin, a known bully, he just dungbombed was just the beginning.

He was out of dungbombs, though Jerry wanted to stay and observe the panicking and nearly crying Slytherin a moment longer then he would do a runner. Once he reached the safety of the common room he would be able to laugh as much as he liked, so Jerry held it in for now and anxiously waited for tears from the Slytherin.

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[LORCAN MCNABB]

Lorcan was working in his office. The door as usual was open. Only just a crack tonight as he was intent on finishing this potion. It required such fine skills and very detailed instructions, require all his concentration. Thus the hubbub of the castle had to be shut away from him. However, as was ever the case, Lorcan couldn’t bring himself to completely close the door. He was almost done. Just a few more ingredients. He had just finished the trickiest part of the potion. He was almost done when the first loud bang followed by a fowl stench filtered through the crack in his door. Lorcan jumped a foot in the air as his concentration broke. Luckily for him, and whoever was responsible the potion was in the simmer stage. Catching his breath as his heart began to race Lorcan turned to face the door. Smoke was filtering through. A thick haze. His breathing became shallow as fear permeated his thoughts.

Trembling slightly he made his way to the door. Feeling like he was trapped inside a burning building. His blood was cold through his veins. His skin was so white is was almost transparent. His eyes were dark black and his hair had turned such a fine blond it could be white. His hand close don the knob and just as he pulled the door the flash of light and the stench of dungbomb filled his eyes and nose. This sent his fear spiraling to another level as he was momentarily blinded by light.

Able to see once more he stepped out of the room and just caught sight of a figure around the corner. A quick flick of his wand and a mumbled ”petrificus totalus” would freeze whoever was responsible. He glared at the Slytherin as he walked down the hall his whole body shaking ever so slightly. ”Leave Now” he said in a very dangerous whisper. The lad scattered without a second thought. Lorcan didn’t have one. He walked down the hall until he was facing the culprit. His anger was a like a force imitating from his being. As he saw who it was his eye flashed red until they turned a dark blue almost black color and his jaw ticked from the pressure he was applying on his teeth as he forced the words he was wishing to utter down. He had an overwhelming desire to torture the boy with the crucio curse.

[JERRY BECKENHAM]

Jerry was having the time of his life. While his pranks were harmless, mostly, he felt some kind of pleasure at seeing a Slytherin almost brought to tears. Was he ashamed of it? Perhaps, but Jerry thought that it was the only possible way to get back at the Slytherins for making him suffer those two years. While this Slytherin who was the current victim of his pranks did nothing to him (as far as he knew, sometimes it was hard to keep tabs), well, let's just say that he was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
The Gryffindor's mirth was short lived though, when a petrifying spell hit him spot on. Not again! Jerry yelped in his mind, since he could not do it out loud. He felt his body turn almost to stone and he fell promptly on the ground. Which wouldn't usually be a problem, but it was a bloody cold stone floor and Jerry was sure that nasty bruises would form later on. Being under the Petrificus Totalus curse was one of the nastiest feelings Jerry ever experienced. While it was a simple and harmless spell, the Gryffindor hated being defenseless and useless, with no power to command his body.

He did wonder who hit him though, because Jerry knew that the corridor had been empty at least twenty minutes before his first attack. Unless...Oh, no. Shit! Jerry cursed under his breath when he remembered that a certain professor's office might not be as empty as Jerry would have liked. He took extra care to be cautious, but of course in a fit of sweet revenge, the seventh year forgot to check out McNabb's office a few doors down. So stupid of me! Jerry was mentally biting himself, and if he were able, he would have gave his face a big smack.
True to his guesses, Lorcan McNabb, or professor Scary, as Jerry usually called him in his mind, appeared in front of him, carrying his wand. The guy looked downright scary with eyes and hair changes. While Jerry thought that it would have been quite awesome to be able to change your appearance, sometimes it could be right scary. Like now. But then again, Professor McNabb didn't need his powers to be scary. Jerry quietly wondered if the rumors that McNabb secretly Crucioed his students during detentions were true. He hoped not.

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[LORCAN MCNABB]

Barely in control of his anger as his heart raced at finding himself in a small dark space underground where all exits were covered from view by a veil of smoke Loran was downright mad. he wanted to make the boy before him scream with pain. But he knew it would be a bad choice. Sighing heavily he spoke in a very dangerous voice that shook with anger and the force of will he exhibited by not cursing the boy. "My -- Office -- NOW!" the first two words were spoken in his cold soft voice, the last thundered through the hall and reverberated around him.

His gaze dared the gryffindor boy to do something as he released the curse and freed the lad from the full body bind. Taking a kind of pleasure that he had caused the boy a slight discomfort. However it was not enough to eleviate the disgruntled nature of man. Lorcan was furious. He had not been this outraged and angry with a student for quite some time.

Well at least a few days. It was something that happened to him quite often. He hoped the boy would try something and give him an excuse to use the crucio curse on him. Ohhh how he'd love to hear the boy scream as he was tortured. How much fun it would be.