OOC: This is an open RP for friends/acquaintances/enemies of Creed. Feel free to post aptly at your will.

Driving rain, thick fog, and tombstones surround the four figures frozen in the moment, all quite different in their own respect, but each sharing a similar goal.

The stranger, the darkest one stands in the center of the three others. Albeit a wand aimed at his head, he remains externally calm. He casts occasional glances over to the girl. Keeping, however, a majority of his attention focused on the other party with intentions of harm; a second wand aimed directly at him.

The hidden one, the overseer, stands to the “stranger’s” immediate right, her wand practically touching the hood of the “dark one”. The slightest whisper and flick of her wand would put an end to the surrounded’s life.

The goal, the girl stands between a lone tree and headstone, unsure of what to make of the situation at hand. Her large, rain-drenched hood engulfs her facial features, making her emotions nothing but seemingly endless darkness.

The man in blue, the authority, stands confidently, heroically at the point of the triangle that encompasses the dark figure. His wand is the second pointed at the stranger in the center.

The incident unfolds…

Words of confusion, conviction, and clarity are exchanged. The “dark one” is accused; the overseer still stands protectively, threateningly next to the stranger, defending her from him.

Details are shared. Vital details. Disbelieving, denying comments are made as the details continue to unfold. Wands are lowered. Tones are lightened.

The stranger’s hood is pulled back.

“Good to see you alive Mr. Wyldhart.”

“Liss, hey that's great.” Her words come out in a whoosh of happiness, the brief darkening in her eyes the only giveaway to her internal pain. Sierra admires the ring, genuinely pleased for her sometimes-close friend, sometimes nemesis, Liss. During a quiet interval, her eyes can't help but wander to her bare ring finger, a painful reminder of love lost. Months have passed, why does the wound still throb and bleed so passionately? Shaking her head, she tries desperately to bring herself back to the here and now, to fully dive into the celebration.

Maybe she'll try again... just once more? A quick owl, a little note, maybe he'll respond this time and help her soul fly the way it used to soar, so high and free. Anything, a word, a kiss, a hug, a look? Something, no matter how small, to show her that he -does- care?

“Pathetic.” The only words that ring true in her mind as she climbs the steps to the Library, searching the back of the room for him, again. A ritual she carries out, now more as a zombie than a living, breathing girl. “This is pathetic”, her head keeps telling her... “why would he -want- you? The others didn't. He just doesn't want to -tell- you, so it's the silent treatment.” No. She knew better, but the voices seem so loud, ringing in her ears. Clearly, she's going insane and something needs to be done.

Sierra stops just behind the desk Creed is bent over as he does, whatever it is he does on a usual basis... resting one hand on his shoulder, she gives him a small shake, trying to get his attention.

"Hey, Creed... I wanted to talk to you about, well, us..."

Taking a small breath, gathering her courage again even though her small frame seems extra fragile, if he would even turn his head to look, which he hasn't for weeks, he'd see the blueish circles under her eyes from sleepless nights and the nightmares; No, she can't dwell on the nightmares of abandonment or she'll end up in Saint Mungo's mental ward.

"I'm going to let you go. I've given you time. I know you went through hell with the giants, but... I can't deal with this. I can't have my heart broken over and over again, waiting for you to notice me. So, I'm giving you what you want, I'm setting you free."

Her jaw clenches tight while a few tears cling to her bottom lashes. No response. How could he remain so silent, so cold? She knew he had passion, depth of soul, love... where and why did he shut her out now?

"Creed? Are you listening to me? My soul still remains yours, but I can't keep pretending you love me."

Her voice is weak and frail while she gives the pathetic, last line of her rehearsed death scene. Her demeanor broken and heart bleeding freely now. Finally she turns and leaves as he sits, stoic and focused on his work.

The shining sun bathes the two students in its warm glow. The rays decorate the delicate features of one Sierra Tillery and the other, less delicate features of Creed Wyldhart.

A plethora of food surrounds the pair as they dine in the rear courtyard of Hogwarts, secluded by one of the many cemented inlets.

They exchange pleasant, meaningful conversation as the minutes and food is happily digested.

Then, an odd noise is heard from beyond the brick fence. Both ignore it for a moment until the noise finally rounds the corner and identifies itself: A large, spiny, angry crocodile-esque creature.

It immediately asses the pair and targets the closer of the two; Creed. The monster greets the student with a wide-open mouth full of razor sharp teeth with which it promptly bites down onto Creed’s lower leg, hard. This sends Creed to the grassy lawn and Sierra into a sudden panic.

Initially, both students attack the creature, pulling, punching, and kicking it with no avail.

After a few wasted minutes of physical struggling, Sierra retreats inside to get help and Creed reaches for his wand. Upon its retrieval, it’s pressed deeply into the monster’s throat.

“Stupify!” he yells, but the beast simply ignores the usually effective incantation and now makes its way towards Creed’s torso. After it positions itself atop him, its front claws begin to burrow and dig into Creed’s chest.

Bloodcurdling screams leave Creed’s lips as agonizing pain shoots through his entire body. Then, help arrives.

Evie rounds the corner of the encasement and immediately takes action. She attempts to pull the creature from behind, now that it’s head is nearly submerged into Creed’s chest. Sierra continues to kick and hit at the beast, helping in whatever way she can.

The three battle with the beast for a moment until further help arrives. At this point, the mutant crocodile has burrowed beyond its shoulders into Creed.

Angel and Mary arrive on the scene and are catapulted into action. Mary tends to the now, hysterical Sierra who watches the horrific scene with wide eyes. Angel, kneels beside Creed at first, shouting him instructions above his own yells of frustration and pain.

After a few moments of this, Angel retreats beside Evie who has all but given up on pulling on the creature, which by now has buried all but its hindquarters into Creed.

The four girls act as one; tending to each other’s needs and orders. They do whatever they can to help one another as well as their distressed peer.

By now the monster and Creed are difficult to distinguish between; where the creature ends and the student begins is nearly impossible to identify.

And then, all of the sudden, the screams of pain, agony, and anguish stop. The creature has successfully burrowed completely into Creed. The others look on with disbelief, concern, and hysterical tears.

After a few minutes of catching his breath, Creed sits up wearily. He looks around to the girls, seemingly unscathed, even his shirt has mended itself. As he wobbly stands he is witness to a now chanting Evie and Angel.

Reassuring words escape Creed, attempting to comfort the girls; nothing but Latin escapes the lips of Angel and Evie.

Frustrated that his pleads of self-safety and health go unnoticed, or unrecognized, by the chanting duo, he draws his wand on the increasingly aggressive pair.

“Silencio!” shouts Creed while his wand is aimed at Angel. The spells hits her and renders temporarily disabled. The next to be hit by a spell is Creed as the words “Expellaramus!” are powerfully shouted by Mary.

With those words, Creed’s wand is sent flying several yards in front of him, beyond the cement fence, out of sight.

He pleads with them, growing more and more angry as each second of their chanting continues. The anger builds, grows, and matures with each minute. Until, finally, silence again.

An explosion, radiating from Creed hits the entire group, leaving all but himself battered and bleeding.

Angel and Sierra stir, but it’s too late, Creed is already headed out of the enclosure. On his way out, he scoops up his wand and shoves it securely into his pocket.

He heads out of the courtyard and down the hilly grounds of Hogwarts.

Out, beyond the Castle’s walls and into hiding.

A distant fwooper calls out as the first rays of sunlight grace the tops of the trees that comprise the Forbidden Forest.

In the darkness of the small tent, Creed tosses in the early morning hours. He attempts to will himself back to sleep, but fails and lies on his back, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. After a moment of contemplation and frustrated sighs, he sits up and exits the humble shelter.

Creatures in the forest begin to awaken as dawn begins intruding on their slumber as well.

A stirring fey catches Creed’s eye for a moment before he looks to his now smoldering fire. He rejuvenates its with a prod of his wand and sits before it, pulling his knees into chest, his arms wrapped loosely around them.

After a brief dazed stare into the now dancing fire, he is sharply brought back to consciousness by a swift hunger pang. Looking around he finds his pack and begins rummaging through it. After a short search, he tosses his pack aside with a sigh, finding nothing sustainable. His stomach growls again.

His gaze flits towards the path that leads from the forest to the familiar Castle. He considers the possibility of returning, the memories of people left behind all those months ago whispering at the back of his mind.

Audibly grumbling as he stands again, brandishes his wand, and extinguishes the small campfire with a dousing of water. He waves his wand again and watches as his non-assuming tent folds itself into a small bundle.

The fwooper watches cluelessly as Creed packs his things and begins down the road. It lets loose another call as he flips his hood up and makes for the Castle.

((This is pretty much how I'll have to be RPing for a little while until I get my new computer, so feel free to RP with Creed on here or elsewhere and I'll be more than willing to reply))