Ah, right. School this size, the dining hall is going to have more than one door. Billy looks out into the pitched battle going on in the dining room, worried sick and wondering what he can do. He hadn't exactly learned any combat spells yet. So he stood there, terrified amid the screams of the wounded, feeling useless. Until a spider came for him.
It was a large and ghastly thing, with course brown hair and gleaming red eyes. It advanced on Billy with it's eight spindly legs. Billy looked around, for a weapon, for help, anything, and founds all directions wanting. This was it, this was the end, and Billy was scared, not by the spider, but the fact that he was not completely okay with it. It was a shameful feeling, not being at peace with your own death, but it was only natural. It meant he was a failure. He had failed his country, his mother, and The King. The worst bit was that there was still so much he wanted to know. For example, how exactly did Tiberius's people bury their dead? He had never had time to read that...
Wait a minute...
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Marco Stacy was not having a good day. It was all fun and games in the destruction homeroom before everyone had learned his last name, and that had been that. The constant Jeers and laughter that had plagued his childhood had come roaring back, just like that. He had come to this school to make a fresh start, to get away from all that, and where had it gotten him?
Well, it was about to get him eaten by a giant spider for one thing, but as far as he was concerned that was just the topper to an already crappy day. Really, being trapped in a web about to have his vital fluid drained was, he mused, the only way this day could possibly have ended.
It was then that he heard what sounded like battle cry, the strangest one he had ever heard, because it sounded like a long, drawn out,
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII APOLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIZE, followed by a sickening wet
*CRUNCH*A few seconds later, someone was slicing at the webbing around his face. After a few minuets of work, Marco got a good look at his rescuer. The boy was pale, had curly blond hair, a manic look in his eye, and a gore splattered robe. The spider that had been getting ready to chow down was crushed underneath a very battered and bile stained book. The boy checked Marco's pulse, smiled, and motioned to his left. Immediately, two more first years were there with what he saw were bread knives. He was just about to thank the boy when he heard him shout enthusiastically, point, and rush off across the room, a few other student following along. The two that were left with him told him that the boy had freed them too, and they had just sort of been caught up in his wake. They didn't know his name. He hadn't told them.
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Billy pointed, and the two student that had followed him set to work on the newest cocoon while Billy stood guard, his mighty weapon in hand. He sincerely hoped that Mr. Tiberius wouldn't be to cross with him for using his book like this. Billy only hoped that he was in the room, and could hear his apologies. He then saw a spider slinking up behind his entourage, took a deep breath, and charged.
Hey son, wanna' learn how ta' make witch balls?
Locked
"Grrrr..."
