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[h3][center][color=9e0b0f]Victoria[/color] [color=1a7b30]Ashcroft[/color]/16/6th Year[/center][/h3]

[center]Pure disgusted was etched into the face of Victoria Ashcroft as the headmistress had made her announcement. Disgust because of the way some of her housemates started to shoot glares in her direction. Disgust because they were partially correct in their assumptions of how evil her father was. No doubt in her mind that man had taken part in destroying something such as Hogsmeade. Anger started to boil through her veins as she continued to stare up at the table of Professors, all of which seemed to be directing their attention at one of the current professors.

[b][color=red]”Stupid snake hiding in our great house, who does she think she is.”[/color][/b] Of course the words had put ice into her veins as she turned her attention towards the one that had dare spew those words out. Her green eyes shimmered in their direction as she gave off the appearance that she was not going to take any of their crap today. How anyone could believe she would associate herself with those vile monsters was beyond her. She had been removed from her own class because of someone she had suspected to either want to be a Death Eater or was currently one.

Everyone said it was a love-hate relationship, but in her eyes? If love was there, it was because she loved to hate that [i]litte[/i] boy as she had been prone to call him so many times. Reaching her hand up to the daily reminder of what had happened, she was now an outcast. Her current house didn't trust her, often calling her a snake in Gryffindor colors, or worse things. Not that she really paid any attention to them. What hurt was the people she thought she could call friends from other houses seemed to avoid her at all costs now. It was unheard of to be transferred out of a house, but apparently the rumors had spread about just the kinds of spells the two had been throwing around  at each other.

[color=lightgreen][b]“I wish I had just cast Fiendfyre and been done with the entire situation.”[/b][/color] She spoke aloud to no one in particular as she gathered her belongings from the table in front of her. To think that the school was now officially on lockdown would be a drag. She had hoped to get away from this place for a while during those visits to the village nearby the school. Not to mention the curfew that was now in place was going to annoy quite a few people. Turning her heads towards her former table, her eyes locked onto the boy that had been the root of all of her more recent problems. The urge to chuck a curse across the Hall at him resonated with her, but for now she would wait. It was always better to have less witnesses if you planned to assault someone.[/center]

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[h3][center] [color=2e3192]Theodorus Woodward[/color]/17/7th Year[/center][/h3]
[center]The headmistress' speech left Theodorus deep in thought, mostly staring at the blank notebook in front of him. The information they had given him had caused far more questions to bounce around inside of his skull. What kind of fire had been used to reduce part of the village to the ground? Had the wards not been strong enough to protect such a place? Why had no one been around to try and defend that area given it's proximity to the school. Was this only a warning shot? One that should put Hogwarts more on edge than they had been? His mind continued to race, trying to piece together any logical answers that he could make out of this incident.

The first answer than come to his mind was this was a reminder. They were still around, and they were willing to show that they had enough people to attack an area near one of the most magically defended places in the country. That, in itself, was not by accident. This had been deliberate, this was to send a message to those that they deemed unworthy. His face contorted in frustration as another question seemed to pop up that outweighed every other question. Why now? Why would they bother to attack right now? Was this a power play? His mind continued to wonder upon the topic.

That was until he felt some hands slowly cover his eyes, something that had drawn his mournful expression into a soft smile. Someone he considered a close friend, his best even, had always enjoyed playing this guessing game with him. Of course, he enjoyed seeing her face when he called out the wrong name. [color=2e3192][b]“Headmistress? I would think this isn't the best time for games like this?”[/b][/color] His smile only seemed to grow bigger, something he knew she could feel in the way she had her hands cupping his face. His own hands slowly raise up to touch her hands, since he knew she would be taking this hard. She had a big heart, and these events always struck her the hardest.

[color=2e3192][b]“You okay?”[/b][/color] Of course that was a simple question to ask in this situation, but he wanted to make sure she was alright before they head back to class.[/center]

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[h3][color=f26522][b]Professor[/b] Vicktor Spurling[/color]/41[/h3][/center]
[center]To say that Vicktor Spurling was angered by the announcement that he had heard from the Headmistress before the assembly was an understatement. Having his time split between Hogwarts and the Auror office had started to slowly get to him, and now with this news? He had almost demanded to be sent over to Hogsmeade so he could investigate the crime scene. His hand ran through his hair as he felt even more frustration starting to grow. A known Death Eater's daughter was in the school and throwing around dark curses at a fellow Slytherin Student. He had been keeping a close eye on her. Then come to the topic of Vanessa, someone that made him want to scream. She acted like she didn't care about what the Death Eaters were doing, yet she did nothing to help deal with the fight against them. 

She didn't seem to believe that, as she wanted nothing to do with the situation. Though he thought it was unfair to send her such looks of disgust as some of the other professors had been doing. Just because she wanted to teach and stay out of the war didn't mean that she was a bad person. He had went up to bat for her multiple times over the past few years, saying she was a great teacher, regardless of her stance on the war against the Death Eaters, yet because she had refused to join a side, she had been labeled. Those labels stick hard in the Wizarding World, and the public opinion was hard to change.

Having accidentally bumped into her as he was deep in thought, he shook his head. [color=orange][b]“That was more my fault.”[/b][/color] Yet, she was already gone. It seemed they hadn't had much of a conversation since she had been hired on to teach at Hogwarts. Their breakup had been rough on both of them, but he couldn't be associated with someone that he had known to be a former Death Eater. But in his eyes, she had changed her ways. Not many people even knew of that little secret that she had. Hell, sometimes he had forgot that no one really knew that secret other than the Headmistress, and even he started to doubt that she had even known. He wanted to tell her that he was on her side, that she could confide in him, yet she never gave him the chance. [color=orange][b]”Maybe I should bring her coffee after class and sit down and talk to her."[/b][/color][/center]