All Fun and Games (On Stage)

[Lily Drage]

Lily looked up as Mike came over. "I don't know Mike. We should get him to the hospital wing fast! I don't like that he is not responding! At all!" The tears that had threatened spilling over finally had started. She looked around wide-eyed and panicked to see if there was any of the professors that was going to come to their rescue.

 

[Kailey Harrington]

Kailey saw the rockets start flying toward the stage and had been half way to backstage when she stopped and turned around at Lily's frantic cries. "Njord?" she asked softly to herself running over to the group as quickly as she possibly could and she sank to the ground beside her love. "Njord?" she waited, nothing "NJORD!" she cried sensing something was wrong. "Please answer me Njord... Please." she said weakly, tears rapidly starting to form. "Well, what are we doing here?! Lets get him to the hospital wing!" she exclaimed her voice shaking, she choked. She just hoped everything would be okay.

 

[Rhyspa Marinescu]

Rhyspa stood offstage as the other Prefects went and did their performance. She wasn't really paying attention until she heard sounds coming from the audience. Seconds later she heard booms and saw the Stage illuminated with fire works. Rhyspa heard cries of surprise and wails of despair. She watched as Njord was struck in the chest with one of his own fireworks. Rhyspa cried out with surprise and watched as Lily rushed to his side, followed by Mike and then Kailey.

Kailey. All Rhyspa could think about was how devastated Kailey would be if he was dead. She knew Kailey loved Njord and knew how much she would hurt. Tears welled in her eyes as Lily tried to wake him up, tears streaming down her face as Kailey screamed at him to wake up. Rhyspa walked out onstage and put her arms around Kailey, attempting to comfort her.

 

[Violet Bellamy]

Violet, even more so now, was in a complete state of shock. She moved quickly out of everyone's way, off stage, simply unable to say or do anything as tears formed in her eyes. How could this happen? How could anybody be so stupid? Njord was a Hufflepuff prefect, and a really great person, and he was trying to teach morals to the first years and then this! Disgusted, shocked, and horrified, Violet meekly moved backstage, feeling completely numb. The worst thing is, if I'd have only moved or just done something rather than standing there, nothing like that would have happened. I'm a failure. I will never forgive myself if Njord doesn't make it.

 

[Lemina Troque]

Lemina heard pandemonia on the stage. She dashed out. There were already a few prefects gathered around someone. But who? It was Njord. She froze when she saw him, then slowly backed off. What had happened, she hadn't been able to see anything, it was such chaos. The tears began to well in her eyes, Njord was such a great guy. And now, he was hurt. This wasn't meant to happen. The play wasn't meant to backfire. The headboy and headgirl, the other prefects, herself, they were meant to stop anything like this happening. It was a failure.

 

[Kailey Harrington]

"Please Njord... Please." Kailey begged, her voice weighed down by her crying. "I love you Njord, I..." she let out a sob and was grateful when Someone wrapped their arms around her, she didn't know who it was but it was comforting, no matter how slight that comfort was. It was here that the broke down, crying into who ever was holding her, nothing registered. She was completely blinded by sorrow. He had to make it, he just had to. She didn't know what she would do if he didn't.

 

[Blake Zepline]

It had all happened so fast. One moment Njord was standing next to Blake with his wand out and ready, and the next there was a huge sound of crackling and exploding as whatever was in Njord's bag caught afire and blew up. Lily and a few others had reacted faster than Blake, especially Kailey. Quickly turning his face from her tears, Blake frowned in shame because he could not bear to witness her suffering. Maneuvering his way to Njord's other side, Blake was just about to ask Lily if he was responding when something bright caught his eye. What was left of Njord's bag that now lay abandoned on the stage floor, was feeding a fast growing fire that had been born from the explosion.
In utter shock of the now blazing fire that was spreading to the stage curtains and whatever else flammable, Blake let out a bellow of curses not caring that many of the students in the audience could most likely hear him. Bounding to his feet and quickly casting the spell aguamenti in the hopes of dousing the monstrous flames, Blake turned to the others and shouted, "Help me!" as his stream of water was quickly proven useless against the growing force of the fire. Where are the real professors when you need them?! Blake thought frantically.

 

[Kiera Kaster]

Kiera was about to follow suit and walk out on stage when chaos broke lose. She was furious that the first years would have the audacity to pull a prank in such a public way. Kiera was nearly hit by an exploding rocket. She darted further in the wings of the stage. Thats when a blast went off. Njord was engulfed in flames. Kiera was frozen by shock. The normally calm and collected prefect was motionless. Njord was dying, she could see it. Kiera sank to her knees and sobbed. Her innocent and caring heart had never seen brutality like this. Kiera did not know Njord well but she grieved for his loss.

 

[Lily Drage]

Lily was in a total state of shock. Njord was not responding, professors were racing around, and it was utter chaos in the room. Soon enough, Professor Heimdahl was on her knees next to her son and shortly, Professor Rambolt was helping her to take him to the hospital wing. Lily had tears streaming down her face, her heart was breaking for her friend. She could not believe that he had any chance of recovery, but she tried her best to hold onto the thin shred of hope that was there.

Suddenly, she recognized a voice in the frey. Blake was yelling something about the curtains being on fire. It took her a minute to recognize what he was saying, and she jumped up, and raced over, wand out. "Aguamenti!" she screamed, pointing the stream of water at the flames, helping Blake to douse the fire.

Soon it was out and with a quick tired smile to Blake, Lily took off into the audience to help Kailey and Estrella round up the Ravenclaws and make sure that the ones in attendence were all accounted for.

 

[Blake Zepline]

Blake was relieved when Lily came to his aid and helped him put out the fire. As Blake turned to smiled gratefully at Lily, he could not help but feel an overwhelming rush of emotions, the greatest of them was fear. What if, instead of it being Njord on the floor, it was Lily? For the first time that night, Blake let his eyes wander to Kailey who was kneeling on the floor by Njord's side. A chill ran down his back, and he truly felt sorry for Kailey. Sorry that she was ever so close to losing him, if she had not already. There wasn't a bone in Blake's body that did not ache for his fellow classmate's wellbeing. In all the years they'd spent together at Hogwarts, Blake had come to call Njord a friend.
It was not long after Blake was finally able to tear his gaze away from Kailey that his eyes settled on Professor Heimdall, Njord's mother. As he watched her pale stricken face as it poured over her son's lifeless body, Blake felt another ache of pain. But this ache was unfamiliar, and it yearned for something he had spent most of his life without. The love of a mother. There this woman knelt, weeping at her son's side, all the love in the world visible in her eyes, her expression. What Blake would have given to have even once have felt the love Njord had been born with, raised with, and now maybe even died with...

The fires were out before Blake realised, and Njord too was taken away by Professors Heimdall and Rambolt. Turning to Lily, Blake tried to smile back at her, but managed a meager wrinkle at the sides of his mouth. All gloom and depression seemed to suck the Great Hall of happiness, and all Blake wanted to do was hold Lily. But as she turned and made her way to the audience, Blake suppressed the urge and quickly followed after her, knowing that it was his duty to remain as composed as possible in this hour of terror.