VIRGILIUS HILDEGARD
Location: Forbidden forest (Late night hours)
Interaction: Adelaide Rosier -
@Nemopedia ; Skylar Anderson -
@DayDreamer + Hunter, Calista & Ambroz
It was a moment's decision, although what Virgil would opt to do in such a situation was undoubtfully pre-determined. Even when he sensed the stench of foul constructs closing in and heard their bestial screech up against his ear, Hildegard's focus did not break. Quieter this time, the voice had mocked him again. Mocked and laughed at his wrongly-directed persistency. Laughed at his loyalty to the Auror and his beliefs. To Hogwarts.
He ignored it, waiting for the assault that never came. The ferals screeched and growled, pulling back from the flames conjured around him. No heat was emitted, but the flash of its cool light and the smell of burning flesh lured out an instinctive hiss from him. A raw reaction that had the dark tendrils jerk and scatters the group of vampires within the fiery enclosure.
"Who the fuck are you?! This is not what I agreed to!" Calista shouted, sticking as close to Hunter as possible and using him as a shield.
"G-get off me, you crazy-"
"Shut up!" Hunter's complaint was laid to rest by a simple order from Ambroz as he circled the path between the two walls with an unnatural calm, observing the dark tendrils, then the flames behind him, assessing the standstill. Every trace of mania he had previously shown has been erased, although the menace in his provoking glare never left him. With hands in pockets, a fiendish-looking vampire stopped, facing Virgil anew.
"You three do not belong here," Skylar's voice sounded stern. In response, Calista hissed angrily. Her red irises reflected the flames as she held her distance from the newcomer on high alert. All things considered, the situation no longer seemed to be funny. Still, Ambroz remained unfazed. Fixated onto Virgil with haunting predatorial patience, he cracked a smirk across the flames.
You were summoned. You will come.
In time...
"Go back to your home, or we will have to explain the deaths to both the Council and the Ministry."
"Council and the Ministry," Ambroz repeated, for the first time paying mind to the newcomer. He seemed to have assessed how she approached the group with great care before responding with a chuckle that seemed to have given Calista a new dose of confidence - albeit a wary one - while Hunter's intense gaze continued to jump from one face to the other, angry and helpless.
"And I wonder what kind of format that explanation of yours will have. Huh, professor?" the vampire asked, briefly tilting his head sideways at an undoubtedly uncomfortable angle as he took a stroll towards Skylar. "
For what you claim to be the safest place in Britain, you sure have a shitton to report. And that, sweetheart, isn't a good look," he teased, stopping just a few steps away when tendrils extended in front of him, intertwining into a bloody mesh barrier between the two.
Clicking his tongue at Virgil's involvement, Ambroz proceeded sarcastically:
"They just cannot wait to humor a traitor and a pair of problem children that just happen to have an... interesting affinity towards bloodsuckers." he grinned, leaning in as the grid pulsated between them.
"Guess what, birdie? You'll have to do better than that."
With a flash of red, his eyes seemed to be piercing through professor Anderson before he jerked forward, clashing his teeth with a chuckle. The sound of
Impendio spell that surrounded him provoked a subtle annoyance as he once more eyed Adelaide with a smirk.
"You just can't get enough of me, Auror. Can you?"
"Stop fucking around, Ambroz," this time, it came from Hunter, that grew impatient. Diplomacy and conversation, he figured, were a useless waste of time. With Hunter being ignored, Calista made a second attempt, waving her hands up dismissively and angrily gesturing towards Ambroz.
"Fuck this, fuck you, fuck these three! I am done talking!"
"Good," Ambroz cut her out, leaning against the insides of the barrier that encircled him, his eyes remaining fixated on the Auror.
"Then you can shut your mouth, pick up your boy-toy, and leave. You're nothing but a pain in the ass to babysit. It's past your bedtime."
"Listen here, you cocky motherf- hey!" Calista shouted angrily, snapping back at Hunter that now held her firmly in place.
"If you don't get your hands off of me, so help me, I'll shove this fucking vial down your throat," she threatened, grabbing another one of the green vials she was storing.
When Hunter pulled her in instead, she swore and slapped his chest until the whisper she had received from him registered in her mind. A moment later, as if a fit of rage had never occurred, she looked around at those present and let out ear-piercing laughter of delight, swinging the vial into the trees, not failing to hide her pleasure watching the foliage and tree trunks bend and break under the explosion. A cacophony of animal sounds sounded scattered around the area and mixed with Calista's laughter as she grabbed onto Hunter and his portkey, vanishing from the premises.
With the sound of the explosion, Virgil's casted protections deteriorated into a disgusting slush of black blood. He dropped it with a visible release, staggering briefly, before leaning forward to maintain his balance. Piercing pain stormed through Hildegard's chest and head, ending with a crimson streak dripping onto the forest soil. It mixed with the gore of ferals lying around him and disappeared somewhere in the ground. A brief silence fell around them until Ambroz broke it, lazily rubbing his temple.
"
Do you know how many ferals it takes to cover a whole perimeter around Hogwarts? Quite a staggering number," he began with an out-of-place enthusiasm.
"Now, imagine all those bastards doing whatever they please," he proceeded with morbidly visual enjoyment, leaning forward into the bubble-like barrier towards Adelaide.
"Which is precisely what's gonna happen to poor magical brats if you take away the alpha. So," he clapped almost cheerfully.
"I do suggest you reconsider your strategy."
With a light grunt, Virgil straightened up, silently summoning his wand back into his hand.
"How many?" he asked simply, but Ambroz clearly understood the question's meaning. Widening his sharp grin to unimaginable proportions, he responded cooly.
"More than enough."
As a confirmation, a distant but audible screech of ferals sounded across the forest floor.