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nexmosnonlucror[There is a rather ungainly thud as a figure lands, hard, on the ground. Pale trembling fingers sink into the soil to push the boy -- no more than sixteen -- onto his hands and knees. He is breathing heavily, a thin sheen of sweat covering his handsome face -- but that glint in his eyes shows a tremendous amount of life.
Thin lips purse together as the boy lifts his head, black hair falling into his eyes as he forces himself to look around his surroundings. One hand is curled around a thin piece of wood -- thirteen inches long, made of yew, to those that are truly paying attention -- and the boy pushes himself back to sit on his heels, laying the wand in the palm of his hand, dark eyes fixated upon it as he whispers:]
Point Me.
[The wand does not move. There is the slightest twitch in his cheek as the teenager hisses it again:]
Point --
[But from behind the teenager, there is a louder hiss -- a snarl, actually -- and Tom Marvolo Riddle twists his body around to stare at quite the large rabbit, which is baring his teeth towards the teenager in question. His eyes narrow and he raises his wand quickly, flicking it slightly with his right wrist.
But, again, nothing happens.
Tom's grip tightens on his wand and, this time, he adds the incantation, and with each spell, his voice becomes more and more of a feral snarl.]
Relashio! Stupefy! Impedimenta!
[The rabbit lunges. Tom instinctively lashes out with a hand, slamming his wand against the side of the animal, before diving for a rock -- which he brings squarely down upon the skull, killing the creature instantly.
The movements have Tom gasping for breath, though, and a pale hand presses against his chest, and he hisses:]
What did they do to me? Where is it, where is my --
[And his body convulses as he doubles over, arms finding his midsection as he retches.]
Thin lips purse together as the boy lifts his head, black hair falling into his eyes as he forces himself to look around his surroundings. One hand is curled around a thin piece of wood -- thirteen inches long, made of yew, to those that are truly paying attention -- and the boy pushes himself back to sit on his heels, laying the wand in the palm of his hand, dark eyes fixated upon it as he whispers:]
Point Me.
[The wand does not move. There is the slightest twitch in his cheek as the teenager hisses it again:]
Point --
[But from behind the teenager, there is a louder hiss -- a snarl, actually -- and Tom Marvolo Riddle twists his body around to stare at quite the large rabbit, which is baring his teeth towards the teenager in question. His eyes narrow and he raises his wand quickly, flicking it slightly with his right wrist.
But, again, nothing happens.
Tom's grip tightens on his wand and, this time, he adds the incantation, and with each spell, his voice becomes more and more of a feral snarl.]
Relashio! Stupefy! Impedimenta!
[The rabbit lunges. Tom instinctively lashes out with a hand, slamming his wand against the side of the animal, before diving for a rock -- which he brings squarely down upon the skull, killing the creature instantly.
The movements have Tom gasping for breath, though, and a pale hand presses against his chest, and he hisses:]
What did they do to me? Where is it, where is my --
[And his body convulses as he doubles over, arms finding his midsection as he retches.]
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Date: 2011-07-20 10:08 pm (UTC)video;
Date: 2011-07-20 10:14 pm (UTC)[It's a breathy whisper -- Tom is fighting off the urge to pass out.]
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Date: 2011-07-20 10:16 pm (UTC)I am Morgana. Lady Morgana of Camelot [she inclines her head]
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Date: 2011-07-20 10:23 pm (UTC)Lady Morgana of Camelot.
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Date: 2011-07-20 10:29 pm (UTC)[Tom is busy trying to stand -- he feels vulnerable, on the ground, and he pushes himself to his feet. He sways unsteadily, closing his eyes to focus, but he continues to speak, the PCD in his hand.]
I wrote -- four rolls of parchment on your achievements -- for my third year -- history final --
[A shudder as Tom works through the pain. None of this can be real. None of it. But then, if it wasn't real, Tom certainly wouldn't be in so much pain, and -- some of these people know him.]
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Date: 2011-07-20 10:32 pm (UTC)Don't - you look hurt. Do you need anything?
[She frowns]
My - achievements? [She can't imagine herself achieving something, with Uther locking her in her chambers, and Arthur never letting her join any battle because she's a girl]
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Date: 2011-07-20 10:35 pm (UTC)[A steady lie, and Tom's shoulders hitch slightly.]
And of course -- Lady Morgana, the witch.
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Date: 2011-07-20 10:41 pm (UTC)It used to be a secret. Before this place. I wouldn't be surprised if Arthur knows.
[Maybe that's why he acts so odd]
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Date: 2011-07-20 10:47 pm (UTC)[Tom -- is curious. The question is soft, quiet, faint -- and Tom looks terrible himself -- but those eyes are bright.
Though, Tom reminds himself, there is a large possibility this is all just a hallucination.
Lady Morgana is dead, after all.]
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Date: 2011-07-20 10:49 pm (UTC)Magic is not wanted in Camelot. Has not been for years.
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Date: 2011-07-21 12:59 am (UTC)[He pushes a hand through his hair -- it becomes a little less kept, a little more shaggy, and it falls into his eyes as Tom tries to focus.]
Water. [It's distracted.] Water would be helpful.
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Date: 2011-07-21 06:41 am (UTC)-- You look feverish. Do you need help?
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Date: 2011-07-21 10:19 pm (UTC)[You can hear it, in his accent -- the slightest tinge of unsophisticated slur of a Londoner accent. Tom has worked very hard to keep it out of his tone -- resulting in a proper, prim, posh accent that makes him sound far better. But it escapes, occasionally, if one is carefully listening.]
Two boys are coming to take me somewhere, but thank you, for the offer.
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Date: 2011-07-22 08:04 am (UTC)Of course. Will be alright?
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Date: 2011-07-22 07:37 pm (UTC)