Tyrin landed on the stoney floor of the great hall, students at teachers looking at them in horror. He was pampered by the medi-witch. Then he turned to Hans - awaiting explanation. THey had lost the docklands to the death eaters. And now the dementors were destroying the terrified muggles.

Squall still had the effects of the curse on him. he shook his head to clear the bad memories from them and wiped the sweat from his brow. then he opened his mouth to say something and vomited all over the floor.

Finn sat on the floor. He screamed in pain as his legs were reset by the nurse. He waited for Hans to say something, to make it better. Why didn't anyone else come to help them? Where were the Aurors? Why did Voldemort want the docks so bad?

*Mel was waiting for them to help heal them. Liam and Kiley had forced her not to go no matter how much she pleaded with them, so she settled to helping those who did when they came back. Melanie ran to Squall first, even though she still hated him, just because that's how she works. She stepped in his vomit, really not caring. She had stepped in worse before, and Mark seemed to enjoy vomiting on her face.*
Melanie:"What happened to you? How can I help?" *she asked. If he couldn't speak...she'd just experiment.*



~Mel

"Harshing placed an infinite vomiting curse on him," Tyrin answered for Squall, hoping someone would come and get rid of his internal bruising in his leg. "Thats some fine magic," Tyrin said, admiring Harshings work, "it will need some other fine magic to cure it."

Hans clapped his hands together and shook his head like he had just been to a disasterous supper. "Now now Children - lets not get too excited." He disabled the portkey and placed it back in his pocket.

He coughed and turned to address the whole hall. "The Dark Lord VOldemort has captured the London Docklands. Dementors and Giants are slowly destroying the muggle capital."

Don't get excited? Finn thought, That's a tough one... He looked around to make sure that all of his friends were okay. He looked around for someone to help him heal his broken legs. "Headmaster!" Finn shouted, "It's not like there a party, or Christmas or something! Voldemort is attacking! That is something to be at least a bit concerned about!" Finn knew he was eccentric old man at best, "What are we to do now?"

*Melanie had never had much patience with Hans. He was simply obnoxious in her mind.*
Melanie:"Sir, none of us are the least bit excited. We're upset and anxious." *she told him an voice that one might use when talking to a 6-year-old...actually...it was the voice she used to talk to her 6-year-old sister...and Mark. She tried to do something for Squall, but realized that it would require something much stronger than the spell than anything she could think of, probably a combination of a few AND some potions.


D*mn Harshing.

She went to Tyrin.*

Melanie:"Right, are you hurt in anyway except for the obvious?" *she asked him*


~Mel

"I was wounded, Hans sealed the would but its still there under the skin," He explained dissmissivly. He was annoyed with those who were back chatting to Hans - he had just saved them all from death and the thanks he got was being spoken to like a baby.

"We have to go back!" He exclaimed at once, already setting up another portkey. "We cannot leave the muggles defenseless. We must go - and fight Blaze and Harshing. But we cannot do it alone. You are only students." He looked around the hall for a proffessor.

OOC: Cue Tracie....

Sydney looked around confused. She was in the castle from the docklands and dind't remeber what had happend. she was still dazed from the stunner Harshing had shot at her.
There was a cut on the left side of her face, she had no idea when she had got that. She pressed her hand on it to stop the bleeding, trying to figure out what they were talking about.