Wink murder #1

[Rosemarie Willington]

The murder has been contact and the detective is going to be Griffin. Has fun everyone!!!

[Kaileena Lovegood]

Kaileena walked down the corridors of Hogwarts with her wand out and lit, doing her nightly runs to make sure no students were out after hours. She smiled softly to herself. For the most part, there had been no incidents other than two Hufflepuff girls that had been caught trying to intake some illegal substances. She rolled her eyes and sighed softly to herself, rounding the corner to go back to her office before going to bed. She stumbled a little over her robes, gasping in surprise. She regained her footing quickly though, and straightened up, smiling to herself. She went to take a step forward, but there was something there--something invisible... She frowned and looked down, confused. "What the--"

She took a step back reflexively and saw movement. Oh, not invisible, just black. There was someone there, blending in with the darkness. Kaileena pointed her wand at the person, getting a better look at them and frowned. "What are you doing out? Get back to your common room this instant." Jeez. She shook her head, sighing exasperatedly and began walking. "Come on, I'll take you back." She stepped onto the staircases, ready to take the person up to the common room, (since they were on the second floor), and looked back.... to see hands pushing into her. She gasped and stumbled down a few steps, clutching onto the railing to stop herself. She glared up then blinked, her anger melting into confusion. Why did this person look so..evil? She hadn't expected it from someone like this. "I--"

Leena saw a wand raised at her and her eyes widened. She looked frantically for hers, and her eyes tightened when she spotted it. It was at the top of the stairs. By the person. She held out her hand, opening her mouth to call the wand to her, but she was stopped in mid-cry.

"Imperio."

Kaileena felt herself go stiff and she gasped. No...this wasn't happening. She tried to fight it off, but she couldn't quite get it...She felt herself losing control, slipping inwards into herself. She heard everything, and couldn't help but comply.

"Bite down on the step. Now."

She did.

She felt a foot on the back of her head and she closed her eyes. She knew she was going to die here. She just wished she had a chance to say goodbye...

She felt the foot stomp down on her and and she grunted, feeling her teeth crackle under the pressure and shoot up into her brain. Blood pooled in her mouth and dripped out of her lips, painting the steps crimson. Huh...so this is what death feels like. She heard footsteps as she died, and a light, musical giggle.

[Dastan Cross]

Dastan clenched his teeth and clutched at his leg, as if that would make walking any easier. He was in a lot of pain, and it was practically torture every time he tried to take a step forward. Even so, he'd always been the type to force himself to suck it up and carry on. He had a duty as Prefect, and so he would perform it. He felt like he owed it to Dumbledore to not be such a baby about the pain, especially after the old wizard had saved him AND let him keep his Prefect position.

Needing a break, he paused, all but slamming his head against a wall. Maybe he should've at least waited another day or two before continuing his rounds. Astin would surely be telling him "I told you so" later on. He wouldn't be fancying that conversation. They had it far too often.

Suddenly, he felt another presence in the hallway and he swallowed the pain and put on an expression of stern disapproval. "You shouldn't be out so---"

He didn't finish the statement before a foot shot out and kicked his injured knee, causing him to scream and collapse to the ground, grasping at the already much-abused knee. He couldn't even think for a second through the pain, his wand having gone skittering across the floor when he fell.

He reached out a hand to grab it, but his assailant was on top of him in a second, grabbing his wand and then using it as a stake, jamming it deep into the flesh of his hand and pinning it to the ground. Blood gushed from the wound and he groaned at the new pain, but he still had one hand left, at least. He reached up to grab at the throat of the attacker, trying to get it in a strong enough grip to give the attacker pause.

Unfortunately, one hand wasn't strong enough, and his attacker smirked at his attempts, clutching the free hand in a painful grasp and then slamming it down on the ground. Desperately, Dastan tried to bring the wand-staked hand up, and it seemed to be working, even though the pain was so overwhelming it nearly caused him to pass out.

"The apple doesn't...fall...too far from the tree, does it?!" he ground out, almost free now. But he was too slow. Just as he released his hand and was about to use his wand to finish them, the attacker wrapped their hands in an unbelievably strong grip around his throat and squeezed, cutting off his air supply. He tried to use the heel of his palm to hurt the attacker, but they were proving to be surprisingly resilient to any of his attempts. In fact, they seemed to grow stronger by the minute and suddenly, he felt it as his windpipe was crushed completely, insuring that he'd never be able to draw breath again.

Dastan only had a moment to marvel at the surprising strength of his attacker before darkness claimed him and the light left his dark eyes, his bleeding hand slipping uselessly to land on the ground once more, never to move again.

[Astin Descartes]

Astin's left arm was in a makeshift sling as he patrolled the corridors that night. It felt better to have the pressure of a few useless pounds off the injury. He still wasn't entirely convinced that it was going to heal completely sometimes, especially now, when he couldn't move the stupid, uncooperative appendage an inch. Not to mention, occasionally the pain in his stomach would flare up, and it would become so extreme that he'd have to lean against the wall to keep from dropping to his knees.

Astin didn't tell anyone this, however. He enjoyed being out of the hospital bed, even if it did hurt on most days. He had missed patrolling the corridors in the dead of night; the quiet gave him time to clear his head, away from the incessant chatter of others that he'd never minded so much until recently. Sometimes he just had to get away, and he couldn't do that unless he pretended that he felt better than he really did.

And now, with Dastan gone, he needed to get away more than ever. Patrolling after-hours was the only escape he had anymore. Even then, he was haunted by memories. He'd hear footsteps beside him or catch Dastan's robe billowing around a corner, but it was always in his head. Always. He wished just once it wasn't, so maybe he could prove to himself and everyone else that he wasn't crazy. He wasn't. He just... really missed Dastan, more than he'd admit to anyone out loud. Dastan had been his whole world-- his best friend, practically his only true friend, and the boy he loved.

First it had been his father, then his uncle, then Dastan. Astin didn't think he'd ever be able to get close to anyone again. He couldn't even look at Marcel anymore for fear of him dying. It was like everyone he cared about was taken away from him.

Astin heard the footsteps again, but they were different now. Dastan's boots made distinctive noises that he'd recognize anywhere; these shoes did not. He spun around to come face-to-face with someone else for the first time since Dastan's death.

"Shouldn't you b--" He was cut off as a Blasting Curse was flung at him; he missed it, if only barely. It passed over his shoulder and slammed into the stone wall behind him, crushing it to bits. His eyes widened as he ducked out of the way and behind a corner. This couldn't be happening. Had he just been attacked again, or was it all in his head? Was he suffering from some sort of PTSD?

A different curse slammed into the wall next to his shoulder, and he decided that if he was, it was very realistic. The pain in his shoulder and his abdomen faded as his fear gave way to a sdden surge of adrenaline. He grabbed his wand and ducked into an abandoned classroom, hoping for the best.

A thousand thoughts raced through his mind. The most prominent? Was that who had attacked Dastan? How had Das not been able to defend himself? And if Das hadn't, then how was Astin supposed to? But this attacker did not seem to be someone threatening; to Astin, they had seemed gentle. Then again, every rose had its thorn. Apparently this thorn was a murderous psycho.

The lock clicked. Astin stiffened. Had he just been locked in? Well, what was the worst that could happen?

He immediately regretted asking himself that question. The room was suddenly literally seventy degrees Fahrenheit colder than it had been. Goosebumps dotted Astin's skin beneath the thin fabric of his silky robes, which he pulled closer to him. He moved to the door; he jiggled the knob, but to no avail.

"Alohamora," he tried, but that failed, too. The room felt as if it was steadily growing colder with each passing second. As a wave of desperation hit, Astin tried a Blasting Curse on the door; it stood fast, as if that action had been anticipated. Had all his reactions been planned? Was this some sort of strange conspiracy? It terrified Astin.

What was even more terrifying was the dropping temperature. If Astin didn't find a way out soon... he already couldn't feel his fingers, and his arms were growing numb as well. He was going to freeze to death at this rate.

"Let me out," he pleaded, tugging at the door knob again. Nothing was working. He had to get out, to warn everyone, to tell them who was killing people... to avenge Dastan.

But it was so cold, and it was getting colder, and his muscles weren't listening. They were stiff, and the only things he wasn't having trouble moving were his chattering teeth, which he couldn't stop. The cold began to take over, frosting over his mind and his eyes and his heart. As the darkness consumed him, he only wished that this could have been in his head, too.

[Griffin Sosario]

Griffin left the castle to take a nice long walk around the grounds to mull over his suspisions. Three deaths. One was a teacher, therefore he didn't care too much, but it was still disturbing. The other was Dastan, he was surprised that he felt sad over his demise. And, the other was Astin. He had barely had a chance to bacome good friends with him yet. Now he never would.

As he rounded the edge of one of the towers, he saw the lake. He began to walk towards it when he saw her. She was sitting on the grass leaning against a tree staring across the lake. She looked so content and happy, it was sickening. Griffin wanted to turn and run away, but he had to face her. He walked down the sloping lawn to her tree. He stood right in front of her and pointed his wand at her face.

"Why, Rose. What reason could you possibly have to kill anyone?"

[Rosemarie Willington]

"Why, Rose. What reason could you possibly have to kill anyone?" Astin demanded while standing front of. Annoying, people seemed to being are nervous lately. But she was going to try and play it off as innocent.
Why dear Griffin I have know clue what your talking about. She said moving closer to him. He back off pulling out his wand. She sighed and shook her head and pulled out her own wand. Her eye's change from and bright and cheer to cold and distant. She no longer could feel hole, she was hollow inside, her face showed.
Because... 'Cause that who I am. That's what I am suppose to be. Right? The rest of my family is. The truth was her family had gotten to her. She couldn't take being different that everyone that suppose to be close her. Now they were, they loved the what she had done. They were even planning on bring her home early from school, instead they were going to let her take lessons from one of the family members.
Rose didn't enjoy killing people, but she didn't enjoy being iced out my family either. She really was stuck between family and friends.
I had no choice. She said through a pained voice. One that was true, but she wouldn't be shocked if he thought it was fake.
I am sorry. Please don't tell anyone. She said tossing her wand on the ground at his feet before running off into the Forbidden Forest. She was never going to use magic again, she was going to be muggle, she couldn't take the pressure of her family and couldn't take the fact that she had killed three people thanks to her loving family.

((OOC- I had permission to use Griffin))