Hogwarts Mafia Round 3 Lynch

Hogwarts :: Grounds :: Simon, Raveleigh, Yseult, Lynch mob

An argument of epic proportions was occurring on the Hogwarts grounds, and Simon was somewhat alarmed to find himself at the center of it. He was not normally one to attract much attention but tonight was, apparently, a different story. Shouts and accusations followed him as he walked backward, trying to keep some distance between himself and the others.

“You killed those poor people! And now it’s your turn to die!”

“You should be ashamed of yourself, you….you tall person you!”

“And I saw you snogging that hufflepuff, you cheating BASTARD!”

Everyone in the group paused for a moment at this odd and yet intriguing interjection, save two people in the heat of a lover’s spat. Some recognized the pair as Raveleigh and Yseult, and a few raised their eyebrows, finding this was a lot more interesting than bumping off Simon.

“Well maybe I wouldn’t HAVE to snog that hufflepuff if you weren’t such a FRIGID COLD HEARTED WENCH!”

The crowd gave an impressed ‘ooooh’ at this rather harsh remark, while others muttered that Yseult certainly wasn’t frigid with –them-, but a sharp ‘Can we focus here?’ brought them back to the matter at hand.

That matter being the continued character assassination of one Simon Huntington. They went at it again with gusto, bringing up everything from his suspiciously close relationship with his owl to his quiet mannerisms as proof that he was a very bad person. All Simon could do was continue to back up as the mob drove him across the lawn. In the background, the oblivious couple continued to quarrel, moving a bit ahead of the rest of the crowd as they took turns storming away while the other pursued.

They were, however, once again interrupted by a loud crash, then a sickening crunch.

“Oh no…the whomping willow…”

Simon turned around sharply, surprised to see that he had managed to back very nearly into range of the violent tree. That wasn’t, however, what concerned him. It seemed the bickering couple had not noticed how close they were, and had walked right into the perilous branches.

The blonde boy, Raveleigh, was on the ground, blood pouring out of his mouth, while Yseult knelt over him, tears streaming down her face. Above them, another branch was moving to strike.

Simon lunged toward the two students, tackling Yseult to the ground…and taking the tree’s swing full on in the kidney. He crumpled, face down in the snow, and could only watch as the whomping willow wrapped vine like branches around both of the other student’s ankles and began swinging them around wildly. Their pitiful, distorted screams were finally put to a stop when the couple was slammed unceremoniously into the thick trunk, and at last the tree released the two bodies. They fell in a heap, limp, dead.

Simon tried to roll over, to move, to fight for his life, but this only brought on a terrible coughing fit. Red flecks splattered the snow as Simon sank down, beaten and helpless.

The whomping willow bent double on itself, bringing the entire top down on Simon’s weakened form. Heavy branches crushed bones and smashed his head into something completely unrecognizable before the tree sprang back to its former, eerily serene and still position.