No Love

[Marcus Karlson]

It came naturally to Marcus it seemed to be either liked or hated. He didn't truly mind, history had proven that it was those who didn't care what others thought that had achieved the greatest things. When one could put aside what people say and just focus on what he himself is doing. This was the ideas and conversations going on in Marcus mind as he sat there in an empty hall in Durmstrang. It was his fifth year that Marcus attended Durmstrang and when one thought about it, it had been a long time ago that he entered these walls for the first time. Nothing extraordinary had taken place yet, even if he truly wanted to leave his mark on this world, he still hadn't done anything that was worth being marked down in history. He had made a few friends, had made a few people laugh and had on the other hand, made some people furious after him. It was a common sight for Marcus to have some people hates him for whatever reason. It wasn't as if he didn't give them reasons to not like him. Whenever someone did something that he found stupid, he wasn't scared to say so to that person and nobody liked being told those things.

Marcus stared at the wall in front of him, taking in every little hole, every motif and anything else that made the wall what it was. He didn't have much to do, he had written and sent his letter to his sister earlier in the day, and homework was either done or due in a far enough time period that he didn't need to rush himself in doing them now. With his situation, Marcus had thought of going for a walk throughout Durmstrang and he had been walking for a while now before deciding to take a seat in the empty hall that he had arrived a few minutes earlier. Marcus was taken out of his personal bubble by the sound of footsteps not too far away. Was it a student or a staff member? Who knew, Marcus didn't hold any particular talent in making out what kind of person by the simple sound of footsteps. He was merely going to wait and see who would arrive in the hall with him, the only thing Marcus knew was that he didn't want to be caught sitting down and so with the help and strength of his hands down on the floor, Marcus raised himself before taking over with his legs till he was in a standing position to greet the oncoming person.

 

[Dederick Cullen]

A year later, Dederick Cullen felt as if though nothing change whatsoever for the boy, it made him angry the more he sunk into his thoughts and the buzzing noise right next to his dorm room kept jerking him away from the memory of this past winter. His mother face kept slipping in and out of his mind, like brain waves, he could still make out the disappointing look she gave him before his return to Drumstrang. And her words always cut through him like a piercing knife,"How can you keep doing this Dederick, hurting innocent students, violence is not the answer" she would say, several letters arrived before he did that vacation. She made him seem like it was all his fault and all that he's cause was because of him. When in fact half fights here happen because others tried to mess with Dederick all the time.

First it starts with the rumors and than it starts with someone pestering him about why he was so quiet and why he never be without his three other friends that were in school with him protecting the secret he had. In frustration he left his dorm to get a piece of sanity somewhere else, the buzzing noise was madness. And in search for that sanity he walk around the castle till he reached the massive hall, where a few students linger in two's and four, one alone caught the boy's eyes by the corner, while he walk down the aisles where the lonesome boy sat alone. Dederick ignoring the sight of him, till his feet kicked something underneath him and in a fluent movement to look down, he trip over the boy's bag, face planting Dederick right on the ground, making his temper flare from the memory of his mother. That alone trigger his temper, otherwise he would've been fine with a simple apology.

 

[Marcus Karlson]

Marcus school bag was only a few centimetres away from his feet, yet it seemed enough in this hallway for the other student to walk straight in it and end up tripping over. The student fell face first onto the floor, Marcus stood there, motionless at the scene in front of him. He was stuck between a state of wonder and laughter. Uncertain whether to laugh out loud at the student in front of him who had been unable in a hall that was rather quite large to not trip over his small bag yet he was also curious as to the fact whether the boy had been harmed in his encounter with the floor. Marcus finally decided to hold back his laughter and smile upon seeing the boy's face. "Uh... you alright?"

Marcus wasn't intending to apologize as his bag had been far from being that much of an obstacle. If the hall would have been filled with groups of students in movement, the scenario would have been different but they were the only souls in the hall. Room was not something that was lacking even with the bag down on the floor a couple of centimetres away from a wall of the hall. Marcus grabbed his bag up from the floor, placing the shoulder strap on his left shoulder before turning his attention towards the boy. He took a few steps closer to him, he wanted to be certain that the boy was alright and whether he needed help or not. He wasn`t going to lie, the boy had fallen down at quite a speed in front of him, he couldn`t exactly calculate the proper speed but it had happened quickly enough for Marcus to guess that the landing had probably been anything but comfortable. ”You took quite the fall there” Marcus couldn’t help but let out a small smile at the boy as he leaned forward offering his hand to help the boy get up.

 

[Dederick Cullen]

Dederick pounded that floor like there was no tomorrow. His face was squished against the marble linen and his nose, well you can forget it now. He could feel his anger lash inside of him, no word rolled out of his mouth yet. He was mad, pissed, annoyed, all the above. And the boy had even the guts to just ask if he was alright. Am I alright? AM I ALRIGHT? His fist balled underneath him and his legs were gaining the strength to stand up. After what felt like years, he got up slowly but his eyes were full of displeasure and his arms fell right at his sides like wood, he felt stuck but move.

When he move, he grab the boy by the collar and slam him against the table of the great hall. All his strength and energy were muster in that move. The second move, he did it so fast he didn't realize it happen till he saw his hand jerk back than forward to train down at the boy's defenseless face. He did several time, his aim was high and his anger was raging. He did all but his the boys eyes a few times, till he saw a few students and a professor rushing at the commotion taking place. They hadn't been in the great hall, but Dederick wailing down at him, cause the attention of those trying to pry him away from the boy. "He trip me! He trip me! HE BLOODY HELL TRIP ME!" his nose was bleeding. That's proof right there, but he hope he got that sob real good. If they hadn't come, Dederick would've rain down on him, till he couldn't take anymore.

 

[Magnus Follower]

Magnus was bored. Admittedly, he was often bored in Durmstrang. It seemed like everyone got restless around this time though. And when you got restless, nothing felt better than getting out of your cramped room and checking out the rest of Durmstrang. But today, even that failed to calm Magnus' anxiety. Clearly he needed some excitement, but unfortunalty there seemed to be none at the moment. Magnus could feel his boredom weighing on him and with every step he took, he could feel his fustration building. Why was this school so freaking boring? He picked up his pace fueled by his need to move forward and find action. If something didn't happen soon, he was going to make it happen...

As he rounded a corner, Magnus finally found exactly what he was looking for. A few others had already gathered around the two boys and Magnus quickly joined the group. He recognized the underdog in the fight as a classmate in a couple of his classes but he had only seen the other boy a few times passing through the halls. He discovered what had caused the fight quickly when the boy who had clearly instigated the fight started yelling about being tripped. "Only in Durmstrang," thought Magnus, "could a boy use his own clumsiness as an excuse to fight another student..." Watching from the sidelines as the professor pried the attacker off of his victim, Magnus couldn't help but feel a little dissappointed that the fight appeared to be over so soon. At the same time though, Magnus was glad that the attacker could no longer just wail on the other boy. Truthfully, the attacker was rather pathetic for even going after a boy who didn't have the opportunity to protect themselves properly.

 

[Marcus Karlson]

Life had a funny way of occurring, when one went out wondering the halls in hope to find serenity and quietness to just sit down. When one tried so hard to just relax and regain the energy lost during the day fighting through classes, fighting through the long hours and the long walks between destinations. Marcus had never expected the night to finish or even have as much action as he was living right now. He had been caught by surprise by the boy who had tripped over his bag. Apologising and offering to help him to stand up, Marcus had expected things to finish there and both of them would be off their way but sadly this was not occurring tonight. The boy had seen some form of reason to physically attack Marcus. With the surprise attack, Marcus was pushed back against an object, held by the collar allowing little space for him to move. Marcus brought his right hand up and tried pushing the boys hand off but to no success after a few more tries, Marcus realized that things weren’t going to end there. The boy’s fist moved back as it closed into a fist and without having time to react, he received the first blow right below his left hand. He turned his face to his left as he tried to put as much space between his face and the boy’s fist while at the same time trying to counter with his right hand. He brought his left hand up to try and take in the most of the punches sent by the boy.

Marcus lost count as time went by of how many punches had been thrown, all he could feel was blood and pain around his nose and the rest of his face. His eyes barely open could see some blood drops falling down on the floor as he tried resisting the aggressors attacks. To no avail, Marcus was in an inferior position to his aggressor, not only had he been caught by surprise but with his head turned towards the floor, he couldn’t see his aggressor and was unable to connect his punches with his right hand. After a few miserable attempts Marcus resorted to placing his right hand on what appeared to be the boy’s arm, the exact arm that was holding his collar and making it impossible for him to increase the distance between one another. When it seemed it would never end, the sound of a crowd forming brought an end to the punches and to the grip that the other boy held on him.

As he felt distance be made between the aggressor and him, Marcus brought his hands down to his knees as he gazed down at the few blood drops falling down on the floor. Lost in the reality of what had happened. Marcus was frozen in shock, not that he never intended or had never fought before but never had it occurred so fast and for such a meaningless reason. The aggressor’s yelling brought Marcus back to reality as he finally stood to his maximum height. Marcus eyes were now staring at the boy, barely paying attention to the crowd that formed around them. Even the presence of the teacher was lost as Marcus looked at his aggressor, if the boy had gotten angry over tripping Marcus bag, then Marcus had every damn right to be angry in this moment. Marcus wiped the little blood left that was dripping from his nose before taking a step forward at the aggressor. “You should be accusing yourself of being a dumb prick who can’t even watch where he is walking and I never wanted you to trip over my bag, I never came out in the halls saying to myself that tonight I wanted to trip you but let me tell you this, what I am about to do, you can accuse me of doing it.” With those last words Marcus threw himself at the boy, his arms aiming to wrap the boys torso in hope that the impact would force the boy to the ground. If that occurred then Marcus would go with the feel of the moment but all he could sense in himself right now was anger and a thirst for revenge on this boy for his actions.

 

[Dederick Cullen]

The boy saw it coming like a speeding bullet. He saw it all around the boy's face, his skin rush red, his face turn twisted, Dederick saw it coming. Regardless of the strength and hold they had against the two boys, Marcus or whatever the boy name was, dash in between the crowding students and made it straight for Dederick. He felt the boy's body fully impact first by the chest and than it impact his stomach too. He jerk over, colliding with the boy right on the ground. He heard the thud, it was loud and clear, the marble floors remain intact, sadly that didn't do so well for Dederick's back. The pain rode up his back and onto to his shoulder, as if he were getting impale by hammers and nails. Dederick let out a regretful cry.

"You son of a B#TSH!!" Dederick yelp from the ground. He pushed Marcus by the chest, in attempt to pull him away. Dederick saw a great opportunity, when the space decrease from his knee and Marcus lower body. He thought fast taking his chances, and kicking the boy bloody hell were it would hurt the most. He didn't stop there. From Marcus's shoulder, Deredrick use his elbow to impale by the neckline. He dug his elbow deeper, hoping it would cause damage enough for the boy to stop attacking.

With blind views from those crowding them, Dederick pulled Marcus away some more. What he didn't see was that he was pushing him more against another boy watching. Gathering every ounce of strength Dederick pushed Marcus into Magnus, with blind view he had no clue what was coming now. All he knew and what he felt was his typical anger lashing out. The more he beat on Marcus, he felt empowered and felt the need to put fear in the younger boy so he'll know next time at all cause was to avoid Dederick Cullen no matter what.

Out of Character:

I thought it be cool for them to all end up in detention together

 

[Magnus Follower]

Just when Magnus thought the fight was over, the other boy had rushed in to retaliate against his attacker. Magnus couldn't help but grin and let out a whoop of encouragement. He always liked an underdog in a fight. This was probably one of the best fights that he had seen in quite a while too. It truly reminded him of what it had been like before magic. Magnus was really getting into the fight, cheering and shouting with the rest of the crowd; thoroughly enjoying the entertainment. That was, until the fight came crashing towards him.

"What the hell?" Magnus yelled when the older boy slammed the younger boy into him. Magnus couldn't help the anger that flared inside of him. "Watch where your going you f***ing retard!" he shouted. When he attepted to push the fight away from him with no success, he decided the he would actually have to get involved. Magnus quickly side stepped the younger boy, as he had no issues with him and did not wish to harm him. Cocking his fist back, Magnus slammed it square into the older boys jaw. He couldn't bring himself to stop there though and when the boy stumbled back, Magnus came after him again. He wanted the jerk to know how it felt to be the one getting beat up...

Out of Character:

Haha, that definitly would be pretty awesome

 

[Marcus Karlson]

Things went as Marcus had wanted them to go as he felt his body bring down the other boy. Lost in his anger and in the adrenaline of the moment, Marcus didn’t feel any pain from the fall unlike the other boy who seemed to have let out a cry of pain but Marcus was far too gone to make sure the boy was alright. Marcus felt himself pushed back a little but continued bringing his fist backwards and trying to hit the aggressors face as hard as he could, he felt a kick between his legs that had luckily for him miss what had high likely been an attempt to hit his private parts but before he could act he felt the boys elbow hit his neck, the adrenaline keeping the majority of the pain away for the moment as he continued fighting back the best way he could. He felt himself pushed back once more though this time the space between them and the crowd had vanished as Marcus felt his stability decrease. This time fighting to keep his balance on his two feet, stumbling backwards Marcus saw another boy step forward as he yelled some words that seemed so distant to Marcus. All he could see through his eyes was the boy sending a punch towards the other boy who had attacked him over a small accident. Without hesitation a small smile appeared on Marcus face as he took a few seconds to recover from the punches he had received. With a quick strike the pain came rushing through his face and neck as he watched the fight between the two boys.

As the crowd around him focused on the on-going fight, the teacher had problems handling the situation and Marcus was able to find a way back through the crowd before finally getting once more involved in the fight. He watched the new boy’s movement before finally coming in and pushing him carefully away from the other boy before turning around and trying to land a few punches on the original fighter. The attempted hit on Marcus sex organs was a cheap shot, a shot of a coward and cowards deserved to receive all the punishment they could and Marcus wasn’t going to let that punishment come from another guy nor was he going to allow them to make it a two on one fight as that was no better than the original cheap shot by the aggressor. Marcus brought his right hand down before targeting the boy’s ribs, if his face had been unreachable; Marcus was going to try a different tactic.

Out of Character:

Would only be logical for the teachers to give them all a detention once they get the fight handled haha

 

[Dederick Cullen]

Dederick blinded from the view, felt the punch ripping up his jawline. It never stop from there. He had accentually, without realizing involved the one who attacked him after he push the boy Marcus out of the way. Marcus was out of the way, but the new victim was drilling on Dederick, he saw blood and than he saw light. The blood drip from his lips, a fresh cut right on the lip cause him to drool. The light was his blurry vision going out of whack. His eyes were Dederick enemies, right after come these two fawkers.

Thinking while the attack continue, and the group tearing up between the boys to stop the nonsense, Dederick pulled out his wand, in the middle of the tussle he had the strength to pull out his wand from his pants and there it was. He saw his chance, he blasted the boys away from him, or tried too by conquering a spell to keep them away. Though he tried, and thought he succeeded, another light came spiraling towards Dederick and he was now restraint. Literally he couldn't move,nor could he speak. He could still see, and from what he could see he was hanging right up against the walls and the voice of a woman booming along the massive hall. It was over, no point in fighting to be free. The headmistress was here.

Out of Character:

I give you guys turn to godmode the headmistress and a bit of me if it makes sense!

 

[Magnus Follower]

He missed this, Magnus missed hurting those who had pissed him off. He had been forced to hold it in so often at Durmstrang and now that he was finally letting loose, he couldn't resist following up every hit with another. It had almost come to a point where Magnus knew he should stop, but he just couldn't. When the younger boy came back around ready to finish his fight, Magnus found himself almost relieved to have a good reason to back off. He allowed the original battle to resume as he stood up and began to brush his jeans off. He was caught off gaurd by a sudden force which knocked him back though. Confused, it took Magnus a moment to realize that the older boy's out-stretched wand had been the source of the force. Honestly, he would never get used to magic and how random and powerful it could be.

Magnus prepared to retaliate, but quickly decided against it when he saw the headmistress there. Instead, he smirked at the older boy who had been frozen by the headmistress. His smirk quickly dissappeared though when she turned around to glare at him and the other boy. The headmistress was a frightening lady, especially when she was angry. Magnus looked away from her, quickly glancing at the other boy before resting his gaze on the frozen boy.

 

[Marcus Karlson]

He could claim to fight with a code of honour but his opposition was definitely not fighting with any code whatsoever. Not only had the fight began by a surprise attack for a silly reason but during the fight his aggressor had attempted a cheap shot towards Marcus sex organs and now out of the blue the use of magic had made its way into the fight. One could be physically strong but still fall to the force of magic and Marcus was no exception, he was thrown back and fell to the floor as his eyes stared at the ceiling. He stayed there for a few seconds as he took in what had once more occurred. Marcus exhaled as he brought his hands back to push his upper body up to be in a sitting position. His eyes spotting the boy who had used magic, the anger had left out of Marcus as he continued to examine around before spotting the headmistress with her wand out. His stare didn’t move away from the headmistress as she turned towards him and the other boy who had been struck by the spell.

He knew that he was going to have some form of punishment from this but Marcus didn’t mind. He had been the victim of the assault and had nothing to regret in his actions to defend himself. He wasn’t proud of the activities that had just occurred but he couldn’t do anything against them. Marcus had no choice in the activities, things were brought onto him and all he could do was go with the flow of the event and that flow was to fight back against a boy who deemed his own clumsiness as a reason to unleash his anger on Marcus. After spending a few seconds once more staring at the headmistress, Marcus found the strength to stand up before brushing his hands on his pants. Marcus broke the stare as he turned his head towards the frozen boy. That face of his, Marcus would remember for the rest of his days in Durmstrang, there chapter had just begun. This boy represented everything Marcus hated; coward, aggressive and an idiot. All of these fitted to perfection with the frozen boy.

 

[Dederick Cullen]

Dederick was lowered from the walls, but the charm she had against him did not break the boy free from the tight hold. He would try and try, moving any inch of his body, forcing his way to break the shield if that's capable of having, with no luck it was down right pointless giving it a go. The harder he tried in fact, the harder he could feel the air in his lungs grasp his chest. He was frozen, the woman look at Dederick and than the other two boys. She asked what happen, waving her wand, she let Dederick go. He collapse on the ground, it was hard to look at her with his lungs screaming to burst just a spear minute ago. Now all he could do was breath heavily, sweat dripping down his face, he felt like he battle his life with these boys. It felt like that, it seem like that, but it was the headmistress spell that knock the life out of him.


"What happen, how did this started?" she stared daggers at the other two standing well, but both look rough and tossed. She waited for an explanation, the professor who was there before left escorting the crowd away from the boys. The show was over when the headmistress got involved!

 

[Magnus Follower]

The show may have been over for the crowd, but it was only getting started for the three boys. Magnus couldn't help but smirk when the headmistress asked who had instigated the fight. He highly doubted anyone would respond to her, as there had to be some code of honour... But then again, they were talking about a psychotic boy who had started a fight because he had been clutzy. Possibly honour did not exist in his world... But still, it existed in Magnus' world; and so there Magnus remained, silent and unwavering next to the younger boy.

An uncomfortable silence began to fill the room, with only the older boy's gasping to break the silence. Still, Magnus responded to the headmistress only by crossing his arms and returning her glare. This was not his fight to try to explain anyways.

 

[Marcus Karlson]

Marcus wasn’t certain how to react. He stood there looking at the other boys before turning his gaze to the headmistress. He had an answer for her but it wasn’t his responsibility to answer for what had happened. The boy who had been frozen was the best situated out of the three of them to answer what had exactly happened and especially how it had actually started for all Marcus knew was that the boy fell and then he was receiving punches in a good quantity. Marcus wasn’t innocent, he had joined the fight but he had no other choice. He was the one receiving the punches, he was the one who was being attacked and it wasn’t in his nature to let himself get hurt without fighting back at what was hurting him. His face also made it quite clear that Marcus had been mostly the victim of the fight, he was high likely the most bruised boy of the three of them. For as much as Marcus would have loved the opposite, he had been the one who had gotten the majority of punches and he had been unable to give as much as he had been given. With or without the aid of the other boy, the aggressor didn’t seem to have received much from the fight.

Marcus brought his left hand up over his left eye before brushing off some of the blood and sweat that had appeared with the bruises. His eyes now gazing at the wall in front of him, lost for words. So much of tonight he had not expected and he was going to live with the consequence of events he had no control of for the following days and even weeks depending on his punishment and how bad the bruises were. For now he could only feel the pain and make an idea of his bruises with the blood slightly dripping from his nose and other sections of his face. He had yet to look at himself in a mirror to evaluate the damage. Marcus looked at the boy who had joined the fight before turning his gaze to the boy who had started all of it waiting that he’d answer the question to the headmistress.

 

[Dederick Cullen]

"It was my fault" Dederick finally said after the minutes of silence passed on and no one was about to admit they started the fight. When it really was Dederick who have started the fight between the boys, first with the smaller looking one than the other boy. He caught his breath and his lungs were no longer squeezing him on the inside. He felt his hand pushed up against the marble grounds of the castle, blood and sweat stain where he had been laying. Some tickle the side of his face, the other was besides his lips. He lick them in attempt to stop the free liquid flow. "It was me not them, they didn't do anything but defend themselves for me hitting first" Dederick sounded so much like a stranger now. It was a whole new side of him that he never thought he showed, he stand there waiting for judgement.

The woman look at Dederick, she too was shock to see him admit to his crimes. Either way she wasn't going to let the other two that easy. Fight is a fight, all parties that where involved did the worst mistake ever. They should of fetch a professor before it had escalated from bad to worst. "No matter who started the fight or who finish, you all were violating the castle's rules. Therefore will be serving detention with Professor Silas, is that clear? I hope it is. The next fight will land you out of this school!" she scowled all three boys. She made sure they understood, giving them all a piece of parchment: it simply inform them what they will be doing for detention.

Cullen took his, his eyes never met hers again till she left, demanding he clean up his mess.

 

[Magnus Follower]

Magnus was shocked when the older boy finally opened his mouth to speak. He had half expected the teacher's question to go unanswered, considering a few minutes had already elapsed. Further more, the boy actually chose to take complete blame for the fight. At this point, all Magnus could do was stare and think, "This guy is freaking bi-polar." There was no other way to describe him, as before he had chosen to start a fight with a completely innocent student but now he was doing the honourable thing and taking the heat.

His heart dropped when the headmaster produced the detention slips though. Magnus had attempted to stay out of trouble at this school so that he wouldn't cause his aunt any more grief than necessary. He turned to glower at the boy who had instigated the fight, as if to say this was completely his fault. Magnus was aware that he was not innocent, he could've simply chosen to stay out of the fight... But he hadn't and now he had to pay for that descision. Still; Magnus did not appreciate recieving detention because some hormonal jerk had decided to pick a fight because he was a clutz.

Once the headmaster was out of earshot, Magnus couldn't resist muttering a short cuss word. He turned away from the older boy and scanned the room. It was a bit of a mess, but that wasn't his problem. The guy who had started the fight could clean up his mess... When his eyes finally fell on the other boy, he couldn't help but realize that out of the three of them, he probably looked the worst for wear. "You okay?" Magnus asked, sincerely concerned for the boy.

 

[Marcus Karlson]

Marcus had heard clearly the question asked by the Headmistress but his mouth kept shut as he looked at the two other boys who had been involved in the fight. He didn’t feel as it was his duty to explain what happened especially since he barely knew the actual motives of the aggressor. There had to be more to the actual reason than the simple fact that the boy had tripped over Marcus bag. It seemed so unrealistic to start punching away at someone for something so small. No major injuries had been caused either till the punches were thrown around.

He grabbed the left side of his face with his left hand for a moment as he kept silent, awaiting to see how the rest of the situation would develop. Somewhere deep down he hoped that the aggressor would take the blame but he highly doubted it was going to happen. After all, how stupid would the boy appear when he’d say that it was his fault that he by himself with the help of no one, tripped over a bag and then decided to attack the owner of the bag for no actual reason.

As seconds pass what Marcus had been hoping for ended up occurring or part of it. To his grand surprise and high likely to the surprise of the other boy involved; the aggressor was taking all the blame in. This turn of events was unbelievable, how could someone go from one moment of punching the hell out of a boy to finally being honourable and reasonable in taking the blame for everything? Marcus couldn’t believe how this evening was going; it was definitely full of surprises to the point where he wondered if there were any other surprises awaiting to jump out from a corner. He listened to the Headmistress speak before moving forward and taking his detention slip from her hand. This wasn’t a grand surprise, a fight always ended up in detentions and from the moment he decided to throw a punch back, Marcus had signed his future detention. With his slip in his hand and the Headmistress leaving, Marcus turned around looking for his school bag as the other boy talked. “As fine as someone can be on such a ****ed up evening.” He picked up his school bag before passing its strap over his shoulders. He turned around and looked at both of the boys. “You took the blame, that’s good and unexpected and with that I’ll leave you to pick up the mess you made. For I am off as far away as I can be in this school from you.” His eyes staring at the aggressor before he finally turned to the boy who had gotten involved. “Thanks for your help, it was appreciated.” With those last words, Marcus turned around and started moving away from the boys and towards his dorm.

Out of Character:

I couldn't really see anything more happening in the hallway so we'll roleplay them next in detention, I presume?

 

[Dederick Cullen]

He admitted to having to start the fight, but there was always a reason behind Dederick's actions. His eyes narrowed at both younger boys, before they tore away from them and back at the grand hall mess. He wasn't going to pick up this bloody mess, if he got in trouble for that let it be."Whatever, I'm out of here" he cuffed, wiping away the blood spilling from his lips. Maybe if I get into more trouble, they'll finally throw me out of this pathetic school, he thought alone. He walked passed the remaining boy and went on his way towards his dorm, the other way just avoid another conflict that night. His face get enough abused during a full moon, let alone some boys beating the hell out of him. They were lucky it wasn't one of those night.

Out of Character:

Thanks for the rp, we can start another topic if you like? Or continue here

 

[Magnus Follower]

He smiled at the younger boy's response. This truly had been a messed up evening, but Magnus had definitley enjoyed the entertainment. Magnus was also glad to see that the boy was alright. He muttered a short "No problem," in response to the boy's thanks as he watched him walk away. He debated following after him but decided against it, he honestly just wanted to be by himself for a bit now. When the older boy anounced that he was leaving, Magnus had to bite back the urge to tell him that nobody cared. Turning on his heel, Magnus stalked out of the room in the direction the younger boy had left. He could no longer see the younger boy, but still h walked slowly, simply longing for the night to be over, but dreading detention tomorrow.

Out of Character:

I think we should start a new topic