An Unlikely Encounter

[Valcan Drage]

((Alright, this fanfiction is set back in the good old days when Bearse and Valcan first attended Durmstrang. We're going to write this like an rp so if everyone can hold off comments until we post that we're finished, that'd be awesome. ))

The eleven year old boy whimpered as he scraped his wrist against the filing cabinet he had been hiding behind. He grimaced as he examined the red scrape marking his skin, his golden eyes brimming in frustration. Maybe Dimitri is right, and you are a baby after all, he thought to himself. Valcan Drage was small for his age, and the only advantage to this was the ability to cram himself behind small spaces. He could only hope that Dimitri and his gang of curs would give up their search for him and torment someone else. His first few months at Durmstrang had been hiding from the other boys in between classes, hoping that they wouldn't notice him.

Dimitri and the others, he couldn't remember their names, were first years like him. On many occasions they had made him cry, although he would be damned if they saw him at it again. His fist clenched into a ball of anger as he thought about them. How he wished to curse the smirks off of their ugly faces! As much as he was confident in the spells that he had learned over his short tenure at the school, he was afraid that they would cart him off to the dungeons. He wasn't sure if the rumors were true, but he had heard time and again that kids were dangled by their ankles for punishment. What if they took him off to the shackles and left him there.

Breathing quietly, Valcan attempted to calm himself down. Of course, he could always light them on fire. But his father's warning still held true, and he knew that it would not be such a good idea. He was very much tempted to do that very thing. It would teach them a lesson.

His heart froze in his chest as he heard voices. The little boy curled himself into a ball, trying to make himself as tiny as possible. If he was quiet, mercifully quiet, maybe they would go away and look somewhere else. He wasn't to hide for long, however. He definitely recognized the voice as Dimitri's, along with his gang of goons.

"Scour the place for him," he heard Dimitri say in Bulgarian, amidst a bout of laughter. "Pjotr says that he saw him run in here. He's got a lot of places to hide."

His golden eyes glowing in fury, Valcan decided that it was now or never. Eventually, someone was going to find him, and then he was going to regret not fighting back. Fingers curling about his wand, he leapt out of the hiding space with a yowl, hoping to throw them off guard. He fired the first curse he could think of at no one in particular, not entirely sure if he had pronounced it right. It was his attempt at Furnunculus, and hopefully, it would be his ticket out of here. His short legs pumping with fury, he raced to reach the door. He hoped that this would be his escape, and the end of it all for at least a moment.

 

[Bearse Prosinian]

Striding down the hall was a lanky youth of eleven. His steps were slow and deliberate yet held a grace that would appear to most as natural. There was nothing natural about Bearse Prosinian. He was a tall boy with a narrow boned face; dark brown hair topped his head, same color eyes and a perpetual slight sneer to his mouth. Rivals would accuse the boy of mocking them. Yet what they did not know, could not know, was that Bearse had suffered a mishap from an older boy's knife. It left a scar nearly an inch long vertically on his upper lip. The first year did not regret the accident. It was the same night...a muffled cry pulled him from that that dark tunnel of memories.

Curious, he entered an empty classroom. He had but a moment to assess the situation; bullies cornering a single youth before a flash of light hit him square in the chest. He slammed into the opened door and winced as angry boils began to puss up and cover his entire body. Quickly he drew his wand, intent on casting something of equal suffering on the caster. He swore loudly, using words he had heard from his politician father many times. His pale face was mottled with angry splotches of color and boils. Suddenly he spotted the smaller boy in front of him and the group of boys sniggering and guffawing over Bearse's current state. He recognized readily enough the scenario; small boy, easily isolated, even easier enough to pick off.

Bearse forgot the pain he was in. His dark eyebrows drew together as his wand lifted menacingly, pointing first between the boys eyes then slowly it moved north and came to rest on the biggest of the lot. "Stupefy!" he roared.

 

[Valcan Drage]

Valcan didn't have time to see who got hit with the curse, or if it had even hit anyone at all. He was trying his hardest to get out of the door and put some distance between himself and his pursuers. However, he was not so lucky. Pjotr, who seemingly compensated for his lack of brains with his size, had longer legs than he did. The smaller boy let out a yelp as the bigger grabbed him by the scruff of the collar, dragging him back into the room. He was really in for a beating now. As the tears welled up in his eyes, he tried his hardest not to cry. He didn't want to give the older boys satisfaction by being a big baby. How he wished to strike them all down!

"LET ME GO!" he howled in broken Bulgarian. While fluent in Norwegian, he was still quite rusty with the language his school required him to speak. He squirmed, but Pjotr's hold was fast. He was turned to face the ringleader of the group, Dimitri.

A few nasty Norwegian swears rolled off his tongue, ones that his mother would have been horrified to hear. Despite the fact that he was trying to be tough, he would like nothing better than to leave this school and flee to her side. Yes, that would be nice.

His gold eyes darted to another boy that had entered the room. He was quick to take his glance away, figuring that he was just another come to join in on the fun. One of the boys caught the Stupefy that the new arrival had sent his way. They of course, thought that the spell had been intended for revenge on Valcan. They let him lie there.

Dimitri's amused gaze turned to the boy who had entered the room. "See how he squirms, boil-face? It's even better when he starts crying. Think we should throw him into the lake? I'm sure he'd be a tasty snack for the sharks." Dimitri of course, didn't really know if there were sharks around, but he would leave it up to their imaginations.

Valcan shuddered as Dimitri suggested tossing him into the lake. If he hated anything more than these brutes, it was water. He couldn't swim. He started to panic, fighting against the boys who had pinned him to the ground, expecting the worst.