fire in the hole {fifthies}

Tshering was so screwed.

As she wandered into the classroom, she placed her schoolbag on the desk, and she sat on the desk behind it. She looked around, crossing her arms atop the desk. She then buried her head in the space created between her arms, taking a huge sigh. She could barely contain herself of any anger, rage or sorrow she had felt, yet somehow she wasn't throwing her things across the room yet.

Her feelings were funny things.

God, why did she make such a humongous mistake? She broke up with the love of her life, just because her old crush came back to this school and she had to uproot her feelings and fall in love with him again. It was just stupid, childish, even.

As much as she didn't want to, she let the tide rolled in.

Coyota entered the classroom, looking around to see if anyone else was in the room. The only person she saw was one girl who didn't look like she wanted to be bothered, so she took a random seat and began taking out her things. Her glove began to slip, and fell off her hand and onto the floor. She quickly stooped over and picked it up, putting it on before anyone could see the tattoo.

Iris dumped her bag and books on the table, once again in the back seat, hoping no one would bother her here. She was pretty much ready to thrash at someone, especially if they wanted to make small talk.

She could think of a million other places she would rather be at than in a classroom with crazy students and even more mental teachers. Yet, she knew she'd prefer this than being locked in a cell with curses being thrown and nearly having been killed.

But, she couldn't help but let her thoughts wonder.

Taking in a breath, Ophion stepped into the classroom, and with a rare smile gave a look around. This would by far be his favorite class of the year. Dueling. The prospect of finally getting to use his wand for practical reasons is what excited him most. Walking toward the front, he set his books down and took his seat, turning his gaze to the other Ravenclaw who seemed to be having a bad day. Well that's not really my business. He pursed his lips and turned back to the front of the class, crossing his feet over one another.

Now, Ophion was usually a patient person for the most part, but he couldn't deny that he was eager to get started with the class. Crossing his arms over his chest, he tapped his fingertips against the fabric of his outfit, chewing idly at his lower lip. This was probably going to be the best way he would develop himself, and what's more he would be able to do it openly, no hiding around while he practices his spells. With another smile, he closed his eyes and breathed out deeply, simply waiting.

"Everyone on your feet!" He ordered as he swept into the classroom. He was in no mood to be messed around today, so much so that he barely gave them time before giving a wave of his wand to make their desks vanish.

"Now todays lesson will be simple, escape." He said and with another wave of his wand each of them became bound with ropes. "To escape you will need a spell, who can tell me the name of said spell?"

Ophion turned his head quickly as the teacher rushed into the classroom, the teacher who was also the headmaster. This made him a bit nervous about being in the class now. He had only just gotten to his feet, when his table vanished and the ropes coiled around his body. He stiffened and his eyes shot wide as he squirmed in them, attempting to break free, but to no avail. With a deep breath, he gazed up to the teacher and shook his head, the wheels in his head turning to try and remember a spell.

"Well....I suppose if you could position your wand in the right place, you could use the Relashio Jinx. It would force the ropes off of you. If not that, then maybe the Diffindo spell to tear the ropes from your body, but that's not exactly safe." He wasn't sure if that was the right spell or not, but it was the only he could think of, that might get him out of the situation.