by Phoenix in the Ashes » Sunday 6 November 2005 1:47:39am
Morphena stormed back into the Hall in a rage.
He would teach them a lesson! Those that had the nerve to insult him!
His power grew as the anger swept through him. It changed his shape naturally, and he barely noticed.
He was the personification of evil. No longer would he stand for this rubbish.
"These fools coming here into my school, robbing me of my life!" He cried.
No longer would he stand for it. He marched through the Hall tossing aside anyone in his way. He threw his dark cloak aside, and armed himself with his wand [Oak, phoenix feather, 12 inches] and his sword. The sword was, predictably, magic. It varied for his moods. He had forged it himself with materials found under the Lake, given to him by the Mer-people in exchange for a task. That the past now, though. The sword was burning, yearning for the sweet taste of revenge.
The crowd hushed as he drew it, feeling his aura pulsing with anger. Some ran away. He let them, their existence mattered nothing to him. He approached the Head table with silence, his robe brushing the floor.
He raised his sword in front of him with his left hand, with his wand in his right.
"You", He whispered, unnerving the onlookers. "Too long have you stolen my duties, my rights, my inheritance." The man was young, maybe 21, 22. He was the newly-appointed Potions Master.
"I have done nothing you have not had coming to you", said the Potions Master.
"Your ignorance is only equalled by your complete lack of talent. Leave or die!" Morphena snapped.
"I will call your father, Morphena. You wouldn't like that now, would you?" The Potions Master baited. Morphena looked panicked.
"You will do no such thing! You will die... Harry Potter!"