Sanguinem

[Legion Styx]

Wearing blood red robes didn't necessarily suite the dark haired, light skinned boy. He was more suited for black robes. The teenager wore a prefect badge on his chest for good behavior, yet, the only thing wrong with this was that he did not have such good behavior. The students here just stayed away from him. Legion combed his hair with his slender fingers, before making his way outside of the school, immediately disliking the warm temperatures. Sure, his family lived in Russia, but the school of Durmstrang accepted students as far as Bulgaria, which was where his main family settled. Perhaps because of his last name, they accepted him just because of his line. If only they knew his mother and father. Hades went here before, and so did his mother, who remained engaged to his father before his father found Etoile. Legion had not taken to Etoile at first, but that was because the whole time he was in the womb, his father was off with her. He didn't even meet his father until he was two years old, when Hades came by and just snatched his children away. His mother's madness, however, may have skipped his older sisters, but it went all into him. Add that to Hades' own madness, and there is a destructive boy.

The fifth year walked onto the lawns, before dubbing it to be way too warm and heading back inside. This happened a lot since the sun was not forgiving on his pale skin, and he was used to being outside in the bitter cold. Instead, he headed down into the shadows of the dungeons, one of his favorite hang outs. The prefect took the page off of his robes and pocketed it. His silver eyes were darker than the rest of those in his family. His father's eyes had darkened to the point of turning onyx entirely. No doubt that he would inherit that. Legion found an abandoned classroom, before trying the door. Locked. Legion took out his wand, before sighing. Really? Resorting to magic for something so simple. He felt the door. The wood was softer, perhaps a little moisture got in there. Legion took a step back, before kicking as hard as he could. The door loosened from the hinges, before he finished it off with a few wiggles to finish off the wood, cutting his hand in the mean time. He opened it from the wrong side before finding all sorts of empty chairs. Perhaps this was an old potions room? Interesting. Secrets of old classrooms were everywhere in old castles like this.​

 

[Agata Grimm]

Agata's quiet gasp was all that betrayed her as the door burst open to her study haven. The boy who had interrupted her had not yet seen her in the large, chair-littered classroom. She was brewing under the benches, far away from the prying eyes of other students where she could practice in peace, but it seemed that peace was nowhere to be found in the cavernous, medieval-aged castle. Agata watched the older student like a hawk between the puffs of clear steam being emitted from her cauldron, silent even as she stirred the developing brew. She did not let the glass rod touch the sides of the cauldron.

First of all, what sort of beast kicked doors open these days? He went to Durmstrang, he had a wand, didn't he? Agata thought him some kind of barbarian until he wandered close enough to see. The stark red on his hand stood out from his pale skin, and she shrank further beneath the bench and fixed her deep green eyes into the bottom of her potion. He would spot her soon, and she was determined to ignore him. ​

 

[Legion Styx]

Legion's eyes widened slightly to see that there was someone in here, already. And brewing a potion nonetheless. Legion approached the girl with red hair, looking over her. Oh, he knew who she was. Legion took time to get to know names by his relentless observation. She was a Grimm. The whole word that was grim, it was definitely attractive. Anyone that looked as if they were in a state of depression and sadness gave him some sort of thrill that he devoured. Legion did take in the features. Red hair, likely green eyes. His great-grandfather once had a thing for red heads, until he moved on to Danielle. Legion moved in a little closer, his steps unusually quiet. His injured hand traced some of the empty tables, making a line through the dust.

"Tell me," Legion purred, "What is a little damsel like you, doing in an old classroom... Alone?" The way he was advancing, it was almost as if he were some sort of larger feline, stalking a lonely, small gazelle. His eyes never left from her form. That smirk remained clear on his lips. Yes, he was definitely his father's son, and he reveled in it. Hades would look fondly down upon Legion.​

 

[Agata Grimm]

Agata's eyes narrowed as the older boy addressed her, and her stare became more pointed into her cauldron, as if to say 'Yes, I can hear you, and no, I won't look at you'. She had squirreled herself away in this classroom to get away from people, not to be addressed by ... Oh, who was it, anyway? Curiosity got the better of the girl with blazing red hair, and she finally flicked her eyes up to Legion again. He was much closer than before. Finally she recognised him, a prefect without his badge who went around kicking doors down and disturbing the silence. Again she couldn't help her small intake of breath, and worse yet, she knew he could hear it above the quiet bubbling of the cauldron.

Agata drew herself up mentally and made sure to look away in as dismissive a manner as she could muster.
"Brewing, clearly. Your hand is bleeding, by the way. I haven't any dittany, so you'd best take it away from my cauldron in case you spoil the potion," she told him in clipped tones. She was trying her best to ignore his scrutiny, but twin peaks of colour rose on her cheeks regardless, and she ignored them just as fiercely as she had Hades' son. Damsel, indeed. Hmph. If she couldn't shoo him away soon, he'd recognise the potion as a rudimentary Draught of Living Death. It was far too advanced for her age (and she'd probably get into trouble for the attempt), but practice made perfect, and you never knew when it could be useful.​

 

[Legion Styx]

Legion snickered, still advancing closer and closer to perhaps what would considered his prey. Grimm tried to dismiss him, but was clearly falling on deaf ears. Legion did not listen to anyone but those in the family. Even so, he still did things his own way. He always would. Legion raised his hand, which wasn't bad enough to need stitches. He didn't need some lousy potion either. The pain was what made him feel human. It also drove him. His darkened eyes looked down to see the potion. It was an advanced one at that. Was she smart, or just trying to make herself feel like that? "Ruin your potion? Now, if I wanted to do that, I would either do this." He held his hand over the cauldron, squeezing until a drop of his blood entered it, effectively ruining the attempt. Legion lowered his hand, and placed it at his side, because he would need it.

"Or this," Legion swiftly kicked one of the legs, snapping it and causing the cauldron and everything on the table to tilt, before sliding off. Legion stepped back to steer clear of the potion. Legion smirked as he stared at Grimm. He challenged, "Now what will you do, Agata Grimm? Will you get angry? Will you try to challenge me? Do it. I won't even get my wand out." He spread his arms out, showing that he was not going to even try to defend himself, with magic anyway.​

 

[Agata Grimm]

Agata's quiet haven was turning into a nightmare realm. She watched in revulsion, unable to react, as a drop of blood fell into her potion and stained it a horrible bruise-purple. There was no telling whether or not her Draught of Living Death would have worked, now. The delicate fumes sooned turned into stinging vapours, and she would have had to withdraw anyway despite the cherry he added to the entire debacle. Legion brought the table down with one kick, and Agata let out a short scream as the potion hissed and spat as it flooded out of the cauldron.

To her horror, she felt tears spring to her eyes immediately, and she fixed them on Legion as though looking at his hateful (albeit pretty) face would burn them away.
"You utter troll- look what you've done!" Agata was forced to pick up her red robes and back away to the next table to avoid the noxious ruins of her potion. If he wanted a fight, then he would get it. She was vibrating with a mixture of fear and rage, and so, running off of adrenaline only, the girl surged forward and pushed Legion in the chest with both hands. Her arms felt like wet noodles. If that wouldn't get him to clear off, he could take his 'chivalrous' offer of wandlessness and put it somewhere dark and musty- she was going to hex him, if she had to. "Go! Go away! Clear off, leave me alone! Do you ruin everything you touch?!"​

 

[Legion Styx]

She went to name calling. Was that the worst she can do? Legion wanted to see more. He wanted to see the absolute worst. The best thing about this was that this was playing in his mind, and just as he suspected, Agata went to push him. He steadied himself, and it took quite a bit to remain in one spot. Legion grabbed both of her wrists that went to his chest, and he stared down at the smaller girl. She was small, almost as if he could pick her up and throw her across the room. He gave her wrists a squeeze before smirking, "Consider your words carefully, Agata Grimm. My hands are now on you." If he indeed ruined everything he touched, then consider her darkened and tainted. Legion had a knack to making people suffer, and seeing them just in despair gave him much hope for the future. The children these days really did not know any respect. Legion stared her down for a moment, searching for something.

Chuckling, he used his hands to shove her with twice the force she had used on him. Legion combed his hair with one hand while the other reached into his pocket and pulled out the prefect badge. He pinned it to him, and folded his hands across his chest. "Do you really have any idea running through your mind that you could really stand a change against someone like me? I'm two years older, girl. Honestly, trying to brew something like that, what do you have to prove?"​

 

[Agata Grimm]

Agata couldn't help but consider his words, as he said- as soon as he touched her, the hairs on the back of her neck and arms stood stick straight and she let out a cry of dismay. She struggled against the older boy, pinned under the weight of his gaze, and just when she couldn't take the scrutiny any longer he released her, only to fling her like a ragdoll into the nearest table.

"Ouch," Agata sobbed out once, nursing her waist where the table had jammed into it. Oh, but the tears in her eyes were raw with fury now, and her glare turned hateful as she looked at the prefect who had disrupted her, mocked her, injured her. Even if it took her a lifetime, she would make him pay for humiliating her.
"Nothing," she spat out like a cornered snake, "I've nothing to prove to the likes of you at all. I do this for my benefit alone, and you're in my way!" Whirling, the fiery red head turned straightened and brandished her wand at the prefect. Fear of his authority made her wobble, but fear of what might happen if she remained trapped in this room with him was greater than his puny little badge. "I'll say it once more- leave me alone, or I'll make you regret it." Merlin knew how. She had to find a way, or else the shadow of the terror he'd caused would lurk in the back of her mind forever.​

 

[Legion Styx]

Legion didn't care when he had shoved her, that she was injured somewhat. Oh that would leave a good sized bruise, but that would go away soon. It would leave any sort of permanent scar. Though, he would love to leave one with her, even if it was under the skin. The girl was absolutely furious. Oh, this was just too much fun. His boredom was definitely going away. If only he could see the fear that flickered in her eyes. As soon as she pulled out her wand, and said that he would regret it if he didn't leave her alone. He raised an eyebrow and a cocky smirk spread across his lips. He reached into his robes and pulled out his own wand. She was a third year, and wouldn't stand a chance against him. "I'll repeat myself. I am two years older than you. I suppose I will have to show you."

Thinking of one spell that was beyond her years, and impossible for her to reverse. He smirked, and uttered one word, "Silencio." This would be a spell that was used in fourth year, and Legion had mastered it because birds got on his nerves. This was all too perfect. Now, he wanted to see horror flash in her eyes. Without her voice, she could not do magic. Even he was not good enough for nonverbal. Without magic, what could the girl do? Legion smelled the potion that was left over, and it was definitely something he hated. That sourness eventually spread to his expression, before changing to annoyed. He was going to torture her for a bit before he got bored. Then he'd leave.​

 

[Agata Grimm]

Legion got to enjoy all the horror he wanted, for that was exactly what she was feeling when she lost her voice. It was too late for her steely determination- Agata burst into silent tears, although she refused to sob outright. She'd give the beastly boy as little satisfaction as she could. Cornered and out-maneuvered, the German girl was ready to give up and cower when the last vestiges of her courage reared. Agata stepped into the cooling potion on the floor, hearing her shoes sizzle in the acidic compound, and swept up her cauldron. She flung it as hard as she could at Legion and turned before it had even left her hand.

She was up and running out the door as fast as her coltish legs could carry her. Whatever happened in the future, she would not be a victim here and now. No power-tripping Styx would pin her down in an abandoned classroom, not Agata Grimm. He could try another day if he liked, and if he did, she'd be ready.​

 

[Legion Styx]

It seemed as though the spell managed to work. Legion placed his wand into his pockets, before watching her step into the acidic potion, before flinging the cauldron at him. Legion ducked quickly, the cauldron missing him by mere inches. His eyes went to the exit of the classroom, only to see the smallest bit of red hair leaving. It did catch him off guard, to the point where he wasn't able to prevent her from leaving. He had what he wanted, some entertainment, and the entire classroom to himself. Legion used the cleaning spell to fix the goo in the floor, before finding a chair, and settling down. He leaned back against it, before erupting into a fit of laughter.

---

Fin​

---

---

---

​

---