Alone{Fitzy}

[Riley Pearson]

I see him grinning and shake my head slightly, feeling even more angry with him. I wasn't even sure if angry was the right word. I stared at him and after a few moments of watching him. I whipped out my wand and pointed it directly at him, not really thinking as I did.

{lol, methinks Fitzy has as well... and now Riley doesn't know what he's doing, haha}

[Fitzy Patricks]

Okay... this isn't so funny anymore. Snap the fuck out of it!
It's pretty hard to listen to the sensible voice in my head when I'm still shaking my head with silent laughter, shaking my head yet again, but harder, and coming back to my senses.
I am standing in the otherwise empty Entrance Hall with my sister's rather distraught best friend, to whom I've just admitted the fact that I'm the one who murdered her. And he's holding a wand on me and I don't know what he's capable of. Self-preservation instincts kick in belatedly as I reach for my own wand, aiming it straight at his heart.

((Well, this is entertaining then. ;D ))

[Riley Pearson]

After a few moments, I noticed that he had pulled his wand on me as well, and not knowing what to do, just kept glaring at him, keeping my hand steady.

{lol, 'tis }

[Fitzy Patricks]

"What?" I ask him after a moment, half-laughing derisively. "Aren't you going to do anything? I mean, maybe you're too 'decent' to kill me, but are you just going to stand there?"
Yet again I warn myself that I am really pushing my luck here, but I still can't seem to care.

[Riley Pearson]

"Do you want me to do something?" I asked him in an angry tone, not really knowing why I'm asking him, when really I should just crucio him. Something, in my opinion, he deserved.

{lol, okies, i edited it}

[Fitzy Patricks]

((If you want....))

[Riley Pearson]

{i figured i would}

[Fitzy Patricks]

You know, that's a very good question.
I laugh again, shrugging. "I don't know... don't you want to do anything? I mean, you seemed upset a minute ago, but maybe I was right."
What the hell is WRONG with me?

((Gotchies... lasts longer this way anyway.))

[Riley Pearson]

I took a step closer to him and kept staring, keeping my wand where it was. "What do you think?" I asked, still glaring at him. "You killed my best friend!" I yelled, still not doing anything.

[Fitzy Patricks]

"Then why are you just standing there?" I snap, glaring at him hatefully. "You know I've noticed Arden's friends, for all their talk, don't really seem to care enough to actually do anything. At least she fought back, eventually."
This is definitely going too far... but whether it's some strange urge to be punished for what I've done, or actual anger at her friends, first Logan and now him... I can't seem to stop the words from flying out of my mouth.

[Riley Pearson]

"Never tell me I don't care!" I say in the same voice, feeling hatred toward him. Something that rarely happend to me. "I do. I did." I said now feeling my eyes burning slightly. Where did he come off telling that I didn't care? When he told me she fought back, I didn't even know how to describe I was feeling and felt a tear fall down my face, not bothering to wipe it away.

[Fitzy Patricks]

"Well, you've got some way of showing it," I say with another unamused laugh. "Unless you're some kind of sworn pacifist, what the hell is holding you back besides cowardice?"

[Riley Pearson]

I stood there, my anger having built up the past few minutes we had been talking, still glaring at him. I stared a moment longer before not being able to take it anymore. "Crucio!" I yelled, my stare turning even colder after I had said it. Almost not believing I heard the word coming out of my mouth.

[Fitzy Patricks]

Hate that spell.
I clench my teeth against the pain, determined not to be too bothered by it... though, luckily, he does seem too decent a person to cast the curse properly. It takes a certain type of personality or lots and lots of training to actually enjoy someone else's pain.
"Incendio," I snarl through my teeth, forgetting that I wanted to be hurt and just falling into the usual patter of attack and counterattack.

[Riley Pearson]

I jumped slightly and let up the curse when my sleeve caught fire and I slightly frantically tried to put it out with my wand.

{my mind went blank, haha, can't think of anything else to add}

[Fitzy Patricks]

((Hm... ))

Once the curse has been lifted and he's distracted, I can think somewhat more clearly again and come to some conclusions.
First, I'm still mildly angry that it took him so long to do anything to me, partly because it reminds me of Arden herself not fighting back for so long... but only very mildly, as I also am aware that it's misdirected anger.
Second, the attempt to make myself feel better by having him curse me hasn't helped and has possibly backfired, since now I feel guilty about hexing him back on top of everything else.
And third, I need to get the hell out of here before I manage to outdo myself in stupidity.
Acting on the third, I immediately start edging out of the room, keeping my wand trained on him for when he gets the flames taken care of.

[Riley Pearson]

I looked back up at him, and kept my wand pointed on him. My other arm burning slihgtly, since the fire had gone slightly through my shirt before I could put it out. I saw him walking away, my mind blank and staying quiet, letting him leave.

[Fitzy Patricks]

I frown very slightly when he doesn't try to curse me again, wondering why in the world he would just let me walk away. The sensible portion of my brain is in control now, however, so I take advantage of his weakness without question.

[Riley Pearson]

I watch him as he continues to walk away. Angry with myself to know that I just let him go and didn't do anything else.

[Fitzy Patricks]

That was a very, very strange, very stupid, very dangerous thing you just did there, I scold myself as I hurry off... to anywhere but here. And the guilt, annoyingly, is worse now than ever.

[Riley Pearson]

I see him run off and let out a shaky breath, feeling another tear fall, walking back over to where I was sitting and slid down the wall, sitting down on the floor.

[Arden Patricks]

Guess I won't be going out for a walk after all, I mutter to myself with a barely audible sigh, as I finally reach the Entrance Hall and notice how violently it's snowing outside. I'm turning around to leave again when I notice someone slumped against the wall.

[Riley Pearson]

I heard footsteps and someone mutter something, but I didn't bother looking up and ignored it. I rubbed my eyes slightly and just sat there, not believing what had really happend.

[Arden Patricks]

I bite my lip, frowning slightly when I notice who it is, feeling another wave of sadness wipe out whatever optimism I had briefly felt. "Riley?" I ask quietly. "You okay?"

[Riley Pearson]

I look up quickly when I hear Arden's voice and can't believe my eyes when I see her, my eyes wide. She was alive, definately not a ghost. I stood up and quickly hugged her tightly, "Oh my God, Arden, you're-you're alive." I say, not letting go of her.

[Arden Patricks]

I stiffen a bit as Riley hugs me so abruptly, frowning at his words. "Am... I not supposed to be?" I ask, puzzled.

[Riley Pearson]

"F-Fitzy just told you were dead" I said slightly frantically, still holding onto her, not wanting to let go.

[Arden Patricks]

"Oh...." I say, understanding suddenly and finding that yes, it is possible to be angrier with Fitzy than I already was. "He would think that, wouldn't he?" I mutter darkly, managing to hug Riley back. "He tried, but must've messed up." I shrug. "I'm fine."

[Riley Pearson]

"I can't say how happy I am that you're alive." I say shaking my head slightly, realizing I was still hugging her, and still not wanting to let go. "Why would he want you dead?"

[Arden Patricks]

"I don't know...." I say, starting to get a little uncomfortable being this close to Riley, and pulling away a bit. "I suppose he just got tired of having a family and decided to get rid of us," I shrug, then bite my lip as I remember I still haven't found anyone to warn so Lilith will be safe.