1 year ago on 17 April 2011 @ 11:09pm + 12 notes
via jimmy-in-shining-armor (originally the-antonindolohov)

The darkness will prevail: Anotonin Dolohov walks around the corridors of Hogwarts.

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His wand at the ready for the battle that will commence. “It’s time to play,” he says, smirking.

Bill heard some commotion, his wand at his ready as he ran in the direction of the sound. He spotted a strange looking man, “Oi! You!” He…

 Bill fell to his right, avoiding the spell easily as he rolled back up to his feet. “Stupefy!” He shouted, sending the spell at the direction of the strange man. Guess trouble decided to crash the party afterall.

He dodges it, and then he shouts. “Crucio!” the spell hits him directly as he watching the man fall onto the ground. But he comes back up. “Weasley’s got nerve,” he chuckles, ready to fight.

 The sudden burning pain hits him as Bill manages to just grunt in pain. Just as soon as it started, it ended, letting him have a chance to recollection himself in barely a second before getting back to his feet. “Bombarda!” He shouted, aiming the spell just above Dolohov as the wall was attacked by a small explosion, the stones started to fall.

He ran quickly out of the way of the falling stones. He smirks, urging him to play. He cast a spell, quick and strong. “‘Incendio!” he shouts, watching the flames catch on at Bill Weasley’s hair, causing Antonin to laugh. He smirks as he watches the so called “battle” play before him.

 Bill silently casted a silent spell, putting his hair out with water before any real damage was done. “Confringo!” He shouted, aiming it right at Dolohov’s wand arm, watching his shirt sleeve suddenly explode into a burst of flames. Bill made use of this distraction to cast a silent confundo charm on him before making his retreat. He needed to find the others to make sure they were safe.

He swore, and with enough time he took out his wand. “Sectumsepra!” he said, a slash of blood falling down Bill’s cheek. He watches the injured red head walk away, in search for more prey.

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