Hunter or Prey

[Tristan Collins]

Being a third year was really quite nice, Tristan enjoyed no longer being one of the youngest students, especially since had had grown quite a bit over the winter holidays which meant no one would mistake him for a first year anymore. He was avoiding his best friend a little after their awkward encounter at the end of their second year, and had decided to take a walk through some of the corridors of the castle to clear his mind and get used to being at school again. Even though it had been two years now since his sorting, he still felt like he needed time to get used to seeing magic everywhere when he came back to school. It wasn't as bad as last year, when he found himself jumping every time a portrait moved in the corner of his eye. Now it just happened sometimes, though did feel like he preferred this world to the one he left behind every time he stepped on that train back to school. There were so many more possibilities here, even if there were less pleasant parts of this world as well.

As if the thought summoned him, Tristan spotted a boy he would definitely classify as one of the less pleasant things about Hogwarts. Lycus Howard. The first person to introduce Tristan to prejudice against Muggleborns like himself, and the first person to ever pull a wand on him in an attempt to curse him. The memory of that humiliation was still fresh, even though it was more than a year ago. He remembered the revenge he had taken on Rory Fergusson, something which had felt great. It was odd to think he would take revenge on a boy who had only shoved him and not on the boy who had cornered him with his twin brother and tried to curse him. Making a snap decision, he followed the Slytherin boy quietly. The hallway was nearly empty and when there was no one nearby to pay attention to him or the boy, he drew his wand and pointed it at his back. He considered sending a stunning spell his way, but that would just be cowardly. Instead he sent a trip jinx his way, eager to see him fall on his face. He wasn't sure if the spell would hit, but the incantation was probably audible for the other boy so he hoped that it would, because he would know who sent a jinx either way. There was still quite some distance between them, but there wasn't anyone else who could have done it. He smirked, he wanted him to see who had jinxed him.

 

[Lycus Jin Howard]

There were so many things that ran into Lycus' mind regarding to family and extended family matters. Having his relative who was sorted into Slytherin being grumpy and bossy at Lycus because she was homesick was driving the boy insane. Hence he avoided the library, the dungeon, the common room, or anywhere near Kira. Why the h3ll should he give in to her anyway? He had a violent sister whom he had to deal with everyday, why couldn't he dominate this little girl?

Feeling an energy on his feet, Lycus fell to the ground and hit the back of his head. He stayed down on the ground for a little bit as his vision was blurry. Lycus tried to get up and drew his wand away only to see it rolling away from him toward another party, a Hufflepuff. "The h3ll is your problem!?" Lycus stood away from him, he didn't have his wand with him and it would be stupid if he tried to fight a boy with his weapon in his hand.

Out of Character:

Go ahead and GM Lycus if ur boy wants to teach him a lesson

 

[Tristan Collins]

When Tristan saw the spell hit the other boy, he felt a thrill. It was even better than what he had done to Rory, as this was more direct... it made him feel powerful and both excited and scared him a little. He stepped closer, his foot stopping the rolling wand in its tracks. He tilted his head as he looked down at Lycus, a smirk on his lips. "Don't you remember, Lycus? The forest? First year?" A part of him was annoyed that the Slytherin didn't even seem to remember him when Tristan had definitely not forgotten Lycus. He considered what to do for a moment. He hadn't expected it to go this way: with the boy at his mercy. He held his own wand, pointing it at him but hesitating. He could stun him and leave him here. He could take his wand and make him see what it was like not to have magic. For one moment he even considered adding pressure to the wand under his foot to break it, but that was too far. Way too far. "You know what the difference between us is?" He asked the boy instead, lifting his foot. "I'm not a coward like you." He gently kicked the wand back in his direction. "Show me if you can take me when it's one on one." He gave him a cold smile. "When you don't have your brother to guard your back." He might come to regret this, but he wanted to prove to both himself and the boy that he was just as good as him. Hitting someone from the back and stunning them wasn't going to prove anything. "If you insist you're better than me for your 'pure' blood, prove it." He snapped, his posture ready for attack or defence, wondering what sort of spell the Slytherin would throw at him. His heart was beating fast, and he wondered again if he was making a terrible mistake.