Room of Requirement

"I think you should change your appearance back before we leave the room though.. don't want to raise alarm trying to leave." she looked him over grinning at the idea of the panic he would cause.

"That would delay me at best.." His body turned back into white smoke and returned to the crevice left in the boys back as his skin sewed itself back together. Like a puppet having it's controller lifted, the boy rose again, brushing his long white hair off his shoulder.

"I trust my appearance is less disturbing for the flesh bags now?"

She nodded "quite acceptable now..." she started towards the door "by the way I never caught if you have a preferred name."

He growled scornfully, "The tribes of the western world shamefully put the human name of Achak on me. I suppose it's as good as any..."

"interesting to say the least.. I'm assuming you know my name already."

"Amy Winters I believe? Your line is an old and familiar one..."

She couldn't help but smile a little "it's been a long time since anyone's called me a Winters.. centuries really.."

"I was sealed away for nearly that long, it was a miracle that the boisterous silver hair wasichu found me and freed me." 

"Given that you have an offspring, you have found a mate by this point."

"I most definitely have found a mate.. he's perfect to say the least" she smiled with genuine happiness. 

"you must mean one of the Strayers.. and from the sound of it Artisan.. how interesting. So who locked you away to begin with?"

"a warrior of their tribes... with the help of one of their spirits..."

She shook her head " I can't imagine being trapped by humans..let alone for centuries... it must have been rather dull and lonely."

"The lack of company was as nothing to the unrelenting famine I suffered in there. Imagine to live each day for a hundred years with but a sole drop of blood to sate you."

"The ache in your stomach is beyond comprehension."

'' my thirst is always a fiery ache just as I'm sure your own hunger is... but the damage to ones psyche is not as easily remedied."

"All I know now is I must eat..."

She smirked "then let's hunt"

"You know this part of the world more than I, what hunting grounds are most utilized? At this point I could take a buffalo."

She smirked "well I don't know about buffalo here, but London has always been my playground so to speak. Always brimming with a good selection.'

"Speak no more, let me feast..."

Ooc to London, Batman?

OOC to london robin! 

"NEXT!"

The firebrand Brogan shouted to a small line full of cocky students who prided themselves as duelist. 

Spineless halfwits don't even know about stances or any offensive spells that could give me more than a second's inconvenience. They disgust me!


After several more he was at the last duelist for that day like all the others beat him down. As his opponent lay defeated on the floor he grabbed the other boy by his collar and started to punch him senselessly, fuelled by his rage over his humiliating defeat.

I did all I could to be strong enough to kill him and I didn't even come close! He mocked me, left me alive to live in shame!

She had slipped into the room standing quietly off to the side watching Brogan closely before stepping forward "maybe you just need an opponent on an equal level as you." her eyes sparkled playfully.

"Maybe but that isn't you..." The crowd left them quickly as brogans indignation had not been in the least quelled over these meaningless victories.

She smiled impishly "well they were easier to get rid of then I expected..though I think I nice duel would do some good. It's been a while since I've had some one skillful enough as you."

"I'm not skilled enough, not to take him down.." But even so, he readied his stance as he performed the customary bows with her. She was the only opponent he had done so with.