@Always @TheHangedMan @josephbA smile spread across Emira's face as she dropped the candy in his hands.
"That might have been me. Honestly, I've lost track of how many people I've sent spiraling to their doom. Though that could have also been Irving. He's the other beater. He graduated last year though. Man, its going to be weird beating alongside someone else." she laughed.
"Who knows who the captain of the Quidditch team will be this year. Not me though, that's for sure. I don't think i could be the leader type."But before they could say anything else, the train was cloaked in darkness and the screams of younger, less experienced students were heard echoing through the train. Emira let out a string of angry curses, setting her candies on the seat beside her and lighting the tip of her wand.
"Lumos." She heard footsteps outside of the doorway, and narrowed her eyes, leaping up from her seat and slammed the door open just in time to see what looked like a cloaked someone sprinting down the hallway, dropping squares of paper before each car door.
"Accio." She called, and one of the papers zoomed from in front of one of the other compartments. She opened the paper, skimming it quickly, her eyes narrowed as she read and she snarled. She crumpled the paper and tossed it aside, sprinting down the train hallway. She reached the end of the hall, slamming open the car door. But the cloaked person was long gone. She narrowed her eyes, cursing under her breath as she shuffled back to her compartment, in a foul mood.
She picked up the crumpled paper next to the door and chucked it into the compartment before lighting it on fire with a silent flick of her wand. Silver fire burst along the paper, and it was gone in a flash. She did however, leave the paper outside their door intact, so the others could read it if they wanted to.
"How dare they do this to me? The Shrieking Shack has always been my hideout!!! It's where i've planned most if not all of my pranks. It was supposed to be a place free from political agendas. Now i have to find a new place to hide out." She groaned, reaching up to rub her forehead. This sucked.. this sucked so much. The Shrieking Shack had been her hideout since she was in second year. She'd seen the Whomping Willow and decided she was going to climb it. Of course, the first three times she'd climbed it, she'd been severely injured.. and she'd been given detention.. but she was determined to get what she wanted. And then.. she'd discovered the knot behind the tree. And it had stopped the thing from whipping. And her and her brother had gone up into the tree.. found that it lead to the Shreiking Shack and decided to make it their hideout.
Actually, Emira had left some of Marcus' stuff in the Shreiking Shack, sort of as a shrine to him. The idea of anyone being in there besides her now.. made her insides twist uncomfortably and burn like fire. As she got angrier, her features grew slightly sharper and bird-like.
"Accio." She summoned the second paper, unfolding it mid air with a flick of her wand and allowing everyone to get a good look at it as she stuck it to the window with a sticky charm.
"I don't know about you, but I am going. If nothing else, i can get my stuff out of the Shrieking shack before they stain it with their political agenda.." she snarled.
In her personal opinion, the Cloaks were a bunch of idiots. Sure, the idea of exposing the wizarding world to the muggles was good in theory.. but there were many things working against them. For one, they weren't thinking about how destructive muggles could be. How it was possible the muggles could get jealous and turn on the wizards and a war would sprout between wizards and muggles. How if they discovered mythical beasts existed they would try and kill them just as they did in the days of old. She'd paid attention in history class enough to hear something about how muggles had once fought and almost eradicated all dragons. That it was only because of wizards that dragons even existed.
She could see the muggles rising against the wizards in jealousy.. she could see the muggles treating wizards as second class citizens or vice versa. There was a reason that the laws separating magic and the real world existed. Not all muggles could handle the truth. And since muggles were not magical.. what was the point of letting them know about this stuff's existence. It would almost be cruel.. like showing a person who couldn't walk bionic legs which they could never afford. Not only that, but Emira had a feeling something similar to this had happened before.
The Cloaks only spelled disaster for the entire world. Though she wasn't about to face off against them either. They could believe what they wanted. She would have to make a nice little prank for them as payment for taking over her hideout.
'dungbombs with wings.' just that thought was enough to relax Emira and make her features return to normal.
