Brave now aren't we?

[Cassandra Zhefarovich]

Cassandra was once again in her natural habitat, the dungeons. She had been wandering up to the grounds and upper floors of the castle more and more lately and while every time she did was interesting, the fact remained that she was most definitely in her element amongst the flickering light of torches and the dead silence that some of the lowest levels of the castle brought to her. It was quite dangerous to be down here sometimes sure, the dungeons... especially the lower ones held all sorts of traps and secrets that any Gryffindor would love to try to get their hands on if they knew they were down here. Cassandra has encountered blood splattered walls and even bones left over from the olden days of the castle, which she had figured by now didn't have the most peaceful history. Rooms you could get into if you did something just right, hell it was here Cassandra had gotten more than one of the ominous skulls that was used to decorate her room in her spacious apartment. Weaponry lining her walls that could slice through skin like it was butter. But Cassandra wasn't down here for any of that today. She just needed to get away from the general population and this was, as a general rule anyways, the best way to do that.

 

[Salazar Strayde]

Salazar was in a foul mood. Daytona had made him look like a complete idiot by suggesting he wear that idiotic name badge. Now everyone in the entire school was laughing at him. He couldn't help the way he was raised. He was honestly trying to learn here! But the only thing he'd learned was that people did not appreciate pureboods for the true wizards they were. Everyone was 'equal' out here, and Slazar just couldn't get his head around that. It went against everything he'd been brought up to believe.

Stalking through the dungeons, Salazar felt somewhat better. It was dark and gloomy, and he had his fire to keep him company. He was far from the merciless Gryffindors who had laughed him out of the common room and if he cast enough flame spells, he could almost shut out the sound of their laughter ringing in his ears. The fire from his wand roared about the empty dungeon corridors and blew hot air against Salazar's skin. He couldn't hear anything over the rush of the flames.

 

[Cassandra Zhefarovich]

Cassandra had been running her fingers along an oddly carved picture on one of the cold, permanently damp dungeon walls when a sudden roaring from not too far away caught her eardrums. What the hell? she thought, quickly spinning on her heels to investigate the source of the roaring yet saw nothing. Under the new edge her viscount training gave her she wasn't content with that. Her eyes continued to stare into the near pitch black darkness as the atrocious noise started up again, and this time now that she had her ears focused; it was paired by the sound of stomping footsteps. In an instant her wand was out and pointed in the direction of the darkness but before she could even blink an almighty inferno came flying at the girl top speed, Cassandra barely had time to get out of the way, for once almost tripping over her high heels before she was ready to defend herself.

She hadn't completely escaped the fire though, she hissed in a manner nearly identical to her younger sisters parseltongue when she felt the flames lick her left forearm, leaving a nasty looking but relatively minor burn in their wake. "Protego!" she whispered, letting the shield protect her from the wall of fire trying to break through it until it seemed to stop. Just who the ruddy hell was stomping around the dungeons shooting fire all over the place?! "Bloody idiot!" she hissed at the source before quickly shooting a non verbal Petrificus Totalus at the person. Whether she hit them or not she added an overdramafied "Incendio!" at the person just for laughs, sending her own pillar of fire their way. Taking a deep breath she calmed herself down a bit, hopefully she had thrown the dumbass off guard. Her wand was pointed at the source, her silver eyes glaring daggers at the careless imbecile.

 

[Salazar Strayde]

'Zar was just beginning to feel slightly calmer, soothed by the howling sound and the dancing colours of the fire. He was about to turn down a different corridor when he saw someone out of the corner of his eye. Before even getting a proper look at her, he knew she was beautiful. But before he could turn his head properly to look, he heard someone say "Bloody idiot," and he felt as if all his muscles had frozen solid, and suddenly, he could no longer move. He felt his locked body fall slowly towards the ground, and as he went, he saw a wall of flame coming towards him. He wasn't sure what had just happened - he'd never been petrified before - but he thought, at least if he was going to die, it would be surrounded by fire.

 

[Cassandra Zhefarovich]

Cassandras glare was accompanied by a small smirk as she watched the beautiful flames dance across the room, coming mere inches from burning her victim to a crisp as he or she lay there defenseless. Oh such good practice! Rayna would be so proud of her right about now, as would father; whose sense of humor she was gaining more and more with every passing day. The room was darkened once more except for the soft flickering of the flames from the torches to illuminate the dark space deep under the castles grounds. Cassandra stood for a moment, lowering her wand down to her side as she took a couple of steps towards the petrified form on the cold, jagged stone floor. Her eyes scanned over the form which she could now tell was male. There seemed to be no blood, good; Cassandra didn't really feel like explaining that one if the guy squealed.

"Lumos" she whispered as she bent down to get a closer look at the person she had attacked. She ran her wand over him and realized she recognized the face. She didn't know his name but they had nearly every class together. He was a Gryffindor and that automatically caused Cassandras nose to wrinkle, though only the most observant could tell. he seemed a bit odd but as a general rule Gryffindors; though idiots, didn't go around shooting fire with the intention of hurting anyone. They just did things like that because they had the mental capacity of a pot smoking slug. Deciding this she muttered a quick finite and he was granted his movement again. She quickly got up, not offering a hand to him. "You had better hope this doesn't scar or I'll have your head on a silver platter." she muttered more to herself then him looking at the burn marring her creamy flesh.

 

[Salazar Strayde]

Salazar felt the flame rise up behind him once he was on the floor, but didn't feel it touch him. He smelled the wool of his cloak singeing, but he knew for certain he was still alive. But he couldn't do a thing. The floor of the dungeon dug into his flesh, and he was sure his face was scratched. He heard the dock-dock-dock of high heels coming towards him and assumed it was some muggle-born out to teach him a lesson about blood status. Okay, he got the picture, bloodlines weren't appreciated here. He wished he could explain and make peace with whoever his attacker was before she could harm him any further. "Lumos" he heard, and saw an incredibly beautiful girl appear as if from nowhere, skin glowing in the light of her wand tip, bringing light to the dark dungeons. She looked him over and he hoped like hell she liked what she saw - it would just be too embarrassing if she didn't.

After what seemed like an eternity, she whispered "Finite" and 'Zar felt his body free up. He rolled over in pain, and his movements set the cuts on his face to bleeding. He looked up at her as she spoke, and sat up in astonishment, touching his hand to the fresh blood on his face. "You scar? I didn't even do anything! What are you on, attacking me from nowhere like that?" She was beautiful, yes, but she was also insane, apparently, and he didn't like the sound of her threat. "Ow!" he winced at the pain on his hip - he guessed he'd have a nasty bruise there - and only then noticed the small burn on the girl's arm. "Oh! Did I do that? I'm sorry, really, I didn't mean to - it's no reason to attack me - but here," he wanted to help her and held out his hand towards her, muttering a cooling charm as he did and feeling the unpleasant iciness encase his hand. "This'll feel better," he said, wondering if she'd let him touch her.

 

[Cassandra Zhefarovich]

Over Cassandras inspection of just who she had attacked in a knee jerk reaction she couldn't help but notice exactly what damage she had done and it was with a mixture of pride and a bit of guilt. It may not have been a personal attack on his part but he was still shooting fire around where it need not be shot. Now had it been at a gaggle of mudbloods or something of the sort Cassandra probably would have snickered as they scattered like pigeons on a city sidewalk. This thought sobered her a bit but the fact remained that the deed was done now and she sure wasn't going to swallow her pride and apologize for it now. "Yes, I scar. Now granted my threat was a bit of a hyperbole, you would definitely be hearing from me again." she told him in a cutting tone. "Shooting fire around like that down here of all places, as a frequenter of the dungeons all I have to say is you're lucky all you found was me." she added, hoping the element would back her statement up as they weren't as dangerous as they were once upon a time due to this being a school.

Then again Hogwarts Scotland had been a magical school too and she couldn't count how many times her and Scorpius nearly lost their lives before they even hit Thirteen with their poking around. She had been just as bad as the other first years during her time but people of course did grow up. These caverns very well could still hold creatures with murderous intentions... if you just knew where to look. Taking a closer look at his face in the dim light she noticed the cuts all over it. "Okay how the ruddy hell did you bust your face up? you landed on your back..." she noted. Deciding to cut the boy a break she got up and quickly fished one of the torches out of it's holder and sat herself down beside of him. "Nox" she whispered and the dungeons went dark again. The only light was from the fire that rested between them, shadows dances across her face as she studied his.

Bringing her wand back up she told him, "Trust me" before whipping it up at him, the very tip poking into his face, before she ran it along his jawline. "Episkey", the lone word rang out in the dungeons as the cuts on his face began to heal. One after another as she repeated it over and over. His chilled hand laid on part of the burn that ran down her forearm and a good chunk of her left hand, making it a bit painful to hold the torch as she was too busy to register his last words. With his face healed she noticed him whining about something else... she considered healing whatever it was for a second but one she wasn't the best with that spell and it ran her down to cast it, especially since she was new with it. Let him suffer some, "Next time you're shooting some fire around. Please shoot it at the sacks of flesh who try to call themselves wizards" she added as a bit of humor, not knowing or caring his blood status before she said it.