A 4th year wailed on his knees, begging at Tyrins feet. Tyrin had his wand out and was moving it, a little way a broom snapped and cracked simultaneous to Tyrin's wand movements. Tyrin smiled, breaking brooms wasn't enjoyable or profitable but it caused the person on the floor misery. It instated his authority and it allowed him to have one more person under his control ... more than one, several bystanders watched in fear.

OOC: Anyone welcome, but if you barge in looking for a fight, make it realistic. I dont want any slytherins trying to battle Tyrin for the sake of another. Slytherins don't do that.

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In the seventh book we find out that Snape traded his loyalties to Dumbledore because Voldemort went after Lily. Therefore it was for the sake of another. And he was Slytherin *Nods*









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OOC: Yet Snape in did not fight the Dark Lord like any Gryffindor would. he hung back and operated secretly. He LOVED lily. No slytherin would help a stranger and sacrifice their street cred with Tyrin.

Diana walked out on to the quidditch field her hair blowing in the wind and a smile on her face. It had been a while since she'd flew and it excited her that finally she was going to be able too. As she got to the field though she noticed crowds of people looking terrified at the scene before them in which she tried to see.

Moving around the crowd holding her broom high as to not hit anyone she stepped to the front to see a boy who looked like he was begging for his life. And as she heard the crunching noise of the broomstick not far away she knew why. Glancing at the boy who was doing the damage she sighed in irritation. It was Tyrin. Someone in which she really was hoping she'd never see for the rest of her time at Hogwarts. Though now that she was here and watching the scene she knew she had to say something.

Stepping forward her green eyes fixed right on him she said, "Tyrin leave the boy's broom alone. Don't you think you've caused enough damage today?"

One final wand movement turned the boys broom to dust. He turned to see a Ravenclaw girl. he cupped her face in his Hands.

"Diana, do not meddle in that you do not know." He released her and pointed towards the boy.

"Now boy, bring me your possessions or I shall incapacitate you." THe boy out of fear summonded his trunk from the castle. Tyrin opened it and took the rememberall from it and various trinkets before setting the rest on fire. A crowd gathered now, many were laughing and some stared cold.

"What were you saying Wulfric?"

The boy screamed and sobbed something about his father bought him a new wand... Tyrin didnt care. This was a gesture to instate his authority.

Brielle took a few steps forward, having been one of the people in the gathering crowd. She took a step toward Diana. "I don't believe I gave you permission to talk to Tyrin, wench, did I?"

She didn't move to touch her, or make an intimidating face. Anyone with a sane head wouldn't go against one of the Creveaux sisters. They had killed their grandparents (as it said in tabloids) and both of their parents had recently escaped Azkaban, which they had been stuck in for being Death Eaters.

"If you know what's good for you, I would leave. Now."

Tyrin loved it. A chance to show both his and Brielles new Regime. He looked around, pausing on key indviduals - daring them to step forwards and face them. They were officially unstoppable now and a single Ravenclaw would not change that.

Diana watched as Tyrin destroyed completely the boy’s broom. She couldn’t do anything yet and wouldn’t yet either. It surprised her when he came speaking to her while cupping her face. She kept still though and quiet her face emotionless. He was right in what he told her, but did she care not then. She watched though as Tyrin once again destroyed the boy’s other things and shook her head slightly. She felt bad for the boy, she did, but she knew it was much better that he was damaging the boy’s things and not the boy himself.

Turning slightly at the new voice she watched the female, noticing her in an instant from the news. Immediately Diana knew it was someone she wouldn’t want to mess with, but she remembered she’d already spoke, what was the use of backing out now.

Smiling just the slightest at what the girl said she put both of her hands in her pockets her right hand going to her wand (she’d set her broom down on the ground before she had stepped up to face Tyrin). “Wench? You might want to think before you speak. And just to let you know leaving is defiantly not one of my choices today.”

As the smile faded she looked back toward Tyrin. “I was saying leave the poor boy alone. And you know me, I meddle in things I know nothing about all the time.” It was the truth and she knew it wasn’t a good thing.

Brielle felt herself grow angry at her insolence, but she didn't change her facial expression. She clutched her wand in her hand and held it at the girl's throat, so hard she wondered if it would leave a bruise later, but not caring. "You'll regret what will happen to you if you don't leave. Usually I'm not this nice, but I'll give you one last chance. Leave, now."

Tyrin waved his wand and the boy hovered to him. He took him by the scruff of the neck and with his wand drew a cut at the side of his cheek that dribbled with blood. The boy wailed but one kick silenced him.

He spoke to the crowd.

"All of you, see this and remember it. This boy dared to refuse me his broom. I destroyed everything of his. She-" He pointed to Diana. "- Is arguing with me, I shall hurt the boy every time she opens her mouth."


He cut the boy again. "No one disagrees with me or Brielle. Or they shall face the consequences."

Several people backed away. He held the boy tight.