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ID# 107585 - a spider will die in this thread by a killing curse
Jerara had been back in New Zealand a couple of months, in that time he'd moved back into his old room, reconnected with Ellie and spent some time with the scits. He hadn't yet managed to get a proper job but it wasn't the end of the world that he hadn't, Jerara was doing some under the rug work for the scits and doing in part little bits of alchemy wherever someone was willing to pay for it. Neither were particularly lucrative but they were paying enough that he made rent and was slowly able to settle back into his old life. In doing so he'd gotten a lot of his old books out of storage, he knew it would've been unwise to travel with so many and unwilling to have Tristan read any of the sketchier work, he'd decided to pay for storage, and now they were all back. They'd sat in a box for a few weeks and then one day when Tristian was at work, Jerara had had the sudden burst of energy decided to unpack them. His unpacking had started well, but he had just begun reading some of the books, remembering what they were about. So now, he was half done with his unpacking and just slowly going over one of his older books. It was on dark magic and had the longest descriptions of unforgivables that he could find. They were more details, listed positives or possible positives to such curses, described them too but in a much neutral fashion.
Jerara stopped half way through the sub chapter on the killing curse, his mind casting back to fourth year defence against the dark arts. To seeing the curses, to watching...October....be put under the imperius curse and to watching a spider suffer and die by the hand of the professor. Jerara had always been interested in knowledge, he had an interest in the dark art in his mind from a purely educational stand point, he saught all knowledge, that nothing was inheritently bad if it was just being taught. He didn't see himself as an evil person, he knew and agreed that the unforgivables should carry heavy penalties in most circumstances. Afterall he'd seen them, the professor had shown his fourth year class the spells without getting into trouble...the headmistress, the ministry, magical parents wouldn't have allowed that to happen, if the curses couldn't be sometimes okay. Jerara had never cast one, perhaps because he had some hang ups about doing such acts. He didn't want to control anyone, torture didn't seem like it would be good and killing...well...he wasn't that interested in bringing death to anyone. Death was interesting and was surely a thing to learn about or explore, but he didn't want to kill....Though Jerara couldn't claim that he wasn't interested in how it would feel to cast such magic. After all they would be spells which showed the true power of a wizard.
Movement in the corner of Jerara's eye caught his attention, he glance to a corner of his room, where a spider was spinning a web. The professor had cast the spell on a spider..it was a harmless creature but it was easy enough to get rid of. He knew that often getting rid of spiders killed them or that he would've used spider legs in potions, so what was different if he just took his wand and cursed the spider to death. Jerara sat up on the bed, glancing around the room, to the open door as if worried someone might've heard his thoughts and intended to stop him. But he wasn't going to do it...was he? Jerara's mind supplied to him that he knew Tristan wasn't due home for hours, he knew he could lock his bedroom door. No one would need to know. Jerara got to his feet and moved to the front door of the flat, he made sure it was locked, put the deadbolt on, which if Tristan decided to come home early wouldn't let him inside. He then went to his bedroom and firmly closed the door. He locked it and then moved his desk chair to sit under the handle, further blocking the door from opening. Jerara went to the window and closed the curtains. Blocking out all the light that he could. He summoned some candles, lit those instead, giving the room a dark glow and then his gaze went back to the spider.
Jerara levitated the spider out of its web and down to the ground. He quickly immobilised it, he didn't want to miss. The words he was to say sat heavy on his tongue, his mind whirling away at what he was to do, the next steps of this, the move he would need to make. He tried to say it but the words got caught in his throat, he simply wasn't ready yet. He leaned over his bed and grabbed the book he'd been reading, reading back next to the candlelight the words, the details, the intention, the aftermath. It was reassuring to him, refreshed his memory and with a little glance back at the spider he moved back into his previous position. He gripped his wand and closed his eyes, letting his mind fill with the desire to kill this spider, fill with any anger or frustration he'd ever felt, reaching deep into his self for any shred of evil that he might have. Jerara didn't expect this would work, he wasn't often one to anger or harm. Jerara opened his eyes again and with the calmest tone he could incanted, "Avada Kedavra." A flash of green filled the dark room and then was gone.
The spider was unmoving, knocked onto its back. Needlessly Jerara cast finite for his immobolisation charm, but he could tell, by the spider's unmoving body that it was dead. Jerara couldn't take his eyes off it. His mind fed to him that that had been easy....no more difficult to him than most spells were at this point. He hadn't needed to say the incantation more than once like he'd done when at school learning any new spell. He hadn't hesitated this time around. He had just....cast. Though in some shock, he could feel the immense power that spell brought, the way the spider had been powerless, that even if he hadn't immobolised it, it probably still wouldn't have stood a chance. It might've dodged the spell but that was unlikely the spell had been as quick as lumos. Jerara felt himself smile somewhat, a feeling of smug joy beginning to fill the space of his shock and then immediately he dropped his wand. He shifted his whole body back, hitting the head board of his bed. Why had he enjoyed that..what did that say about him. He'd always been interested in the dark arts, but there was a difference between interested and capable. His interest in it, he'd always claimed was purely educational....he had always claimed that didn't liked it...but casting the darkest of spells..Jerara had enjoyed it.
The room was near silent, unmoving and oppressive. He was sitting in the glow of the candles darkness, with his hands shaking lightly and his breathing the only noise filling the air, and then he heard it, the noise of another spider moving across the floor. He could still see the dead spider, and the one scurrying was a new one, a very alive one, and Jerara moved to take his wand...to cast again. But there he stopped, what was he doing...he wasn't a bad person, this was wrong, these creatures shouldn't die by that spell, he shouldn't do what he had just done again..once was just a try, twice, well, twice was more than a try. Jerara watched the second spider scurry to where he couldn't see or reach and his senses came back to him. His now much heavier and panicking breathing filling the room and knew he had to stop. He put down the wand, threw back open the curtains, blew out the candles, moved his chair and unlocked his door. He swept up the spider and flushed it away. Jerara hid the book he'd been reading, stashing it underneath his mattress and cleaning the spot where the spider had died with several charms. Jerara unlocked the front door from its deadbolt and just went back to unbacking books, the dead spider, his spell, his smile, the almost second attempt and his feeling of power, lingered on his mind, no matter how much he tried to ignore it.
There would be no forgetting what he'd done and he told himself, he would never do it again.
Jerara had been back in New Zealand a couple of months, in that time he'd moved back into his old room, reconnected with Ellie and spent some time with the scits. He hadn't yet managed to get a proper job but it wasn't the end of the world that he hadn't, Jerara was doing some under the rug work for the scits and doing in part little bits of alchemy wherever someone was willing to pay for it. Neither were particularly lucrative but they were paying enough that he made rent and was slowly able to settle back into his old life. In doing so he'd gotten a lot of his old books out of storage, he knew it would've been unwise to travel with so many and unwilling to have Tristan read any of the sketchier work, he'd decided to pay for storage, and now they were all back. They'd sat in a box for a few weeks and then one day when Tristian was at work, Jerara had had the sudden burst of energy decided to unpack them. His unpacking had started well, but he had just begun reading some of the books, remembering what they were about. So now, he was half done with his unpacking and just slowly going over one of his older books. It was on dark magic and had the longest descriptions of unforgivables that he could find. They were more details, listed positives or possible positives to such curses, described them too but in a much neutral fashion.
Jerara stopped half way through the sub chapter on the killing curse, his mind casting back to fourth year defence against the dark arts. To seeing the curses, to watching...October....be put under the imperius curse and to watching a spider suffer and die by the hand of the professor. Jerara had always been interested in knowledge, he had an interest in the dark art in his mind from a purely educational stand point, he saught all knowledge, that nothing was inheritently bad if it was just being taught. He didn't see himself as an evil person, he knew and agreed that the unforgivables should carry heavy penalties in most circumstances. Afterall he'd seen them, the professor had shown his fourth year class the spells without getting into trouble...the headmistress, the ministry, magical parents wouldn't have allowed that to happen, if the curses couldn't be sometimes okay. Jerara had never cast one, perhaps because he had some hang ups about doing such acts. He didn't want to control anyone, torture didn't seem like it would be good and killing...well...he wasn't that interested in bringing death to anyone. Death was interesting and was surely a thing to learn about or explore, but he didn't want to kill....Though Jerara couldn't claim that he wasn't interested in how it would feel to cast such magic. After all they would be spells which showed the true power of a wizard.
Movement in the corner of Jerara's eye caught his attention, he glance to a corner of his room, where a spider was spinning a web. The professor had cast the spell on a spider..it was a harmless creature but it was easy enough to get rid of. He knew that often getting rid of spiders killed them or that he would've used spider legs in potions, so what was different if he just took his wand and cursed the spider to death. Jerara sat up on the bed, glancing around the room, to the open door as if worried someone might've heard his thoughts and intended to stop him. But he wasn't going to do it...was he? Jerara's mind supplied to him that he knew Tristan wasn't due home for hours, he knew he could lock his bedroom door. No one would need to know. Jerara got to his feet and moved to the front door of the flat, he made sure it was locked, put the deadbolt on, which if Tristan decided to come home early wouldn't let him inside. He then went to his bedroom and firmly closed the door. He locked it and then moved his desk chair to sit under the handle, further blocking the door from opening. Jerara went to the window and closed the curtains. Blocking out all the light that he could. He summoned some candles, lit those instead, giving the room a dark glow and then his gaze went back to the spider.
Jerara levitated the spider out of its web and down to the ground. He quickly immobilised it, he didn't want to miss. The words he was to say sat heavy on his tongue, his mind whirling away at what he was to do, the next steps of this, the move he would need to make. He tried to say it but the words got caught in his throat, he simply wasn't ready yet. He leaned over his bed and grabbed the book he'd been reading, reading back next to the candlelight the words, the details, the intention, the aftermath. It was reassuring to him, refreshed his memory and with a little glance back at the spider he moved back into his previous position. He gripped his wand and closed his eyes, letting his mind fill with the desire to kill this spider, fill with any anger or frustration he'd ever felt, reaching deep into his self for any shred of evil that he might have. Jerara didn't expect this would work, he wasn't often one to anger or harm. Jerara opened his eyes again and with the calmest tone he could incanted, "Avada Kedavra." A flash of green filled the dark room and then was gone.
The spider was unmoving, knocked onto its back. Needlessly Jerara cast finite for his immobolisation charm, but he could tell, by the spider's unmoving body that it was dead. Jerara couldn't take his eyes off it. His mind fed to him that that had been easy....no more difficult to him than most spells were at this point. He hadn't needed to say the incantation more than once like he'd done when at school learning any new spell. He hadn't hesitated this time around. He had just....cast. Though in some shock, he could feel the immense power that spell brought, the way the spider had been powerless, that even if he hadn't immobolised it, it probably still wouldn't have stood a chance. It might've dodged the spell but that was unlikely the spell had been as quick as lumos. Jerara felt himself smile somewhat, a feeling of smug joy beginning to fill the space of his shock and then immediately he dropped his wand. He shifted his whole body back, hitting the head board of his bed. Why had he enjoyed that..what did that say about him. He'd always been interested in the dark arts, but there was a difference between interested and capable. His interest in it, he'd always claimed was purely educational....he had always claimed that didn't liked it...but casting the darkest of spells..Jerara had enjoyed it.
The room was near silent, unmoving and oppressive. He was sitting in the glow of the candles darkness, with his hands shaking lightly and his breathing the only noise filling the air, and then he heard it, the noise of another spider moving across the floor. He could still see the dead spider, and the one scurrying was a new one, a very alive one, and Jerara moved to take his wand...to cast again. But there he stopped, what was he doing...he wasn't a bad person, this was wrong, these creatures shouldn't die by that spell, he shouldn't do what he had just done again..once was just a try, twice, well, twice was more than a try. Jerara watched the second spider scurry to where he couldn't see or reach and his senses came back to him. His now much heavier and panicking breathing filling the room and knew he had to stop. He put down the wand, threw back open the curtains, blew out the candles, moved his chair and unlocked his door. He swept up the spider and flushed it away. Jerara hid the book he'd been reading, stashing it underneath his mattress and cleaning the spot where the spider had died with several charms. Jerara unlocked the front door from its deadbolt and just went back to unbacking books, the dead spider, his spell, his smile, the almost second attempt and his feeling of power, lingered on his mind, no matter how much he tried to ignore it.
There would be no forgetting what he'd done and he told himself, he would never do it again.