Professor Filius Flitwick

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Who: Liliane, Lorcan, & Professor Flitwick ( @lorcndeth & @fl-twicks ) Where: Hogsmeade Village When: January 4 around noon

Liliane had been enjoying herself at Hogsmeade; coming with Beau lent an entirely different air to the whole visit, and she quite liked it. But they had split up for a few minutes, and in those few minutes the entire world had gone to hell. There were white-robed people everywhere, and spells were flying, and Liliane was not a fighter. She could defend herself, and she honestly was decent at it, but it wasn’t her favorite thing, and there was so much chaos that she couldn’t focus on anything. She’d run into Lorcan and they were doing all right together, she thought, when she noticed Professor Flitwick.

As well as she and Lorcan were doing, she would never turn down help and she loved Professor Flitwick. But  her relief was shortlived, as the attackers turned on him. Liliane couldn’t tell what they used, but she saw the professor go down. “Lorcan!” Without waiting to see if he had noticed, she began running toward Flitwick; her gaze fell on a nearby pile of rubble, which would be perfect for what she needed. “Oppugno!” A quick wave sent the rubble flying at their attackers but she ignored it, instead directing her attention to the next spell she wanted to attempt - she wasn’t sure if she could manage it, but she had to at least try. “Protego duo!” Dropping to her knees beside the professor, she scanned him to see what sort of damage had been done.

Fear, death and devastation surrounded him. It surrounded the young boy from all corners and he wondered how people could look at someone like himself or his father and spit out Monster like a Hex when people like this were free to live. He didn’t know who killed his father, but he knew what monsters looked like, and monsters looked like these strange men and women in white outfits. Not his father who had been shredded to bits and pieces because of his gray skin and fangs that hadn’t touched a human’s blood in years. Suddenly, Lorcan wanted to show them what a real monster was. 

He didn’t know what he was doing, but in the blink of an eye, his body was directly in front of one of these pitiful soldiers. As if that was what they could even be called. Falling into the Army of a despicable man. “A vampi-“ The females voice was cut off in agony as Lorcan sunk his teeth into her wrists, slashing them both with his fangs before throwing her to the ground. Fuck, it tasted good. He didn’t expect it to taste so good, so warm and sharp on his tongue. He saw another monster cornering a small child, he couldn’t be any older than a Third Year for fuck’s sake. In the next blink, there he was, slamming the man into the brick wall he’d been using to terrorize the child. “A baby?,” he taunted, flashing his fangs in a not-so-discreet way. “Is that what you call a fair fight?” He nodded to the kid to run off before his jaw clenched around the tall figure’s jugular - sharp teeth piercing supple flesh before his mouth was flooded with the almost enchanting taste of the man’s blood. 

Before really putting much thought into it, he was fighting beside Liliane. Damn, she was a good fighter. And these people? The people were cowards who cornered children into brick walls to score another death. Lorcan took plenty, either by wand or by fangs, he was winning. It wasn’t until Liliane disappeared that he stopped his rampage. He didn’t have time to think about how disappointed his Mia would have been if she’d found out what he’d done, he saw Flitwick and Liliane, practically unprotected from the onslaught of killers trying to reach them. “Dad,” he whispered, looking up at the sky before flickering off to continue his victorious streak. “Forgive me for what I’m about to do.” 

@fl-twicks​

Flitwick had tried his best to protect his students despite the utter madness taking place on the streets of the little village. He, along with Professor Kettleburn and Professor Dippet had banned together to guide any of the fleeing students and civilians to Hogwarts. Which was rendered much easier thanks to the help of Professor Kettleburn, who carried a penknife that served as a portkey to the Great Hall. When it was deemed that they had found escorted back as many people as they could find, Professor Kettleburn and himself went back to the village to fight, while Professor Dippet remained and sought out more survivors to take back to Hogwarts. 

Flitwick cursed under his breath, deflecting a curse sent by one of the figures clad in white. He sent a conjunctivitis curse in retaliation, watching as the man was flung back into a pile of rubble. His mind was still in shock - how could this have happened? All of the Professors had been briefed by Professor Dumbledore after the incident with the Centaurs in the forest (a terrible thing, the Centaurs were as much a part of Hogwarts as the lake or the Pitch, and they had always been polite to Flitwick whenever he had encountered them) and it was insinuated that a similar attack could occur. But he had never expected this.. this.. carnage. 

The professor was pulled from his musings - quite literally, pulled. A scream ripped through the air as he was thrown back into the crumbling wall of Gladrags Wizardwear. Blood soaked through his shirt and he was greeted with a white-hot throb of pain in his chest as if someone held a lit match to his gut. Through his blurry vision, he saw two of his students approaching. “Ms. Chastain - Mr. D’Eath?” The professor asked weakly. “I..promise.. if either of you let me die here, I’ll drop your grades a letter down.” A bad time for a joke, but it distracted him from the burning pain that clouded his better judgment. 

A knock at the door pulled the professor from his musings. “Hm? Come in.”