Adrian snarled out a minor curse, something that his father had struck him with when he had been particularly snarky over lunch. The curse spread like a wave, smacking both Draco and Skylar. It rang like two boulders crashing, knocking them to the ground and where they clutched their legs in pain. Adrian twitched, feeling the spasms of dark magic tingle over his arms like pins and needles.
Adrian dragged himself upright, limping over the distance with heavy infuriated pants of breath.
"You two are being ridiculous," he hissed out furiously. Glaring at the paling Draco who just now seemed to be understanding the ramifications of his attack.
"He started it…" Skylar protested, growing quiet when Adrian pointed his wand between Skylar's eyes.
You should send a blasting curse. Blow his skull to shrapnel.
Kill him.
"I should bloody stun both of you, and leave you here." Adrian spat angrily, his entire body trembling "now smarten up or for Merlin's sake I will curse you two until you can't even think."
Draco's jaw clicked, "Bite me, filth."
Adrian yanked his arm back and smashed it forward, clipping Draco's neck with his fist. He recoiled and struck again, twice, three times, over and over until the repetitive and fast frequency of his blows made up for the sloppy form.
He didn't know a spell that he could cast- a curse that was allowed on the Hogwarts grounds that was fitting for the boy. So, he punched, until Draco had keeled over and then he was kicking with his dragon scale boots that always clicked a bit more than other shoes.
There was something horrifyingly satisfying about kicking and hitting something pliant and giving. Something obscenely muggle and crude about it all, but so positively wonderful.
Until Skylar Potter managed to get to his feet, legs stinging and trembling under his weight, and he tackled Adrian to the ground.
"-at's enough!" Skylar panted, in obvious pain although not from tackling the taller boy the ground. Adrian grunted, feeling the weight of the other boy as they sprawled onto the grass.
Draco was whimpering quietly, curling fetal and twitching slightly from the pathetic pile he resembled.
"Merlin," Skylar winced, looking thinly at Adrian although trying admirably to smile and seem calm, "Bloody nasty jinx that was. Come on, I think Hagrid can get you something for that."
Skylar pointed at Adrian's face. He swiped against his cheek, looking at surprise at the tiny flecks of smeared blood.
He wasn't bleeding, it was Draco's; Skylar didn't realize that.
"I'm on my way to see him already." Adrian seethed out between clenched teeth, his jaw was already burning from the pressure.
"Ah, okay." Skylar nodded, not looking upset at the blatant dismissal, "I ah, I think I need to take Draco to the hospital wing."
"Leave him here," Adrian grumbled, and Skylar shook his head with a low breath.
"I can't do that. He's an arse but I'm not leaving him out in this weather."
Skylar got up before Adrian did, and left towards something. Adrian stayed sprawled on the grass, staring at the sky as Draco's blood began to flake across his skin.
I have his blood on my hands now.
Something about the thought made him want to laugh.
"Here," Skylar returned, gently lowering Adrian's bag to the ground. Thankfully, the ruckus hadn't woken Lutain. Adrian tugged on his bag, uncomfortable for how the strap pulled on his chest.
Adrian stumbled past Skylar, ignoring both the boy and the whimpering Draco on the ground as he hobbled towards Hagrid's hut, hoping to turn in his essay and head up to the hospital wing or find someone with a bruise salve.
He knocked twice on the wooden door, smiling widely at the large man when he opened the door.
Obviously, he didn't look alright with how Hagrid's expression fell.
"Adrian?" Hagrid asked in alarm, holding the door open and inviting the student inside, "What'r you doing down 'ere? Wha' 'appened ter ya?"
"I finished my essay early and I have arrangements for Friday so I wouldn't be able to visit." Adrian robotically responded, sliding past Hagrid's large hound to take a seat on the oversized chairs.
Hagrid nodded in understanding although was moving slowly and timid. Hagrid fumbled with the thin roll of parchment Adrian provided, pausing before setting it in a basket and stumbling towards the kitchen.
Adrian blinked in alarm when Hagrid handled over a grey tea towel, dampened with water.
"For yer…" Hagrid motioned to his face, and Adrian numbly swiped across his face. The towel came back with specs of red.
Hagrid had a frown on his face, something deep set and almost sad looking. He sighed, looking out the window as Adrian continued to scrub at his face, then his fists and arms.
"Who're fightin' out ther'?" Hagrid rumbled, reaching for a large mug to hold in his palms.
Adrian stilled and fumbled with his words, "N-nobody."
Hagrid gave a huff of a laugh, "Yer alway' pickin' fights now'er days?"
Adrian shook his head and didn't respond.
"How yer feel 'bout Moke?" Hagrid asked spontaneously, looking painfully eager to change the topic.
Adrian blinked, thinking about where he knew the magical creature. It was a shapeshifting reptile as far as he knew, able to alter its size at will. He didn't know about the color,
"Fascinating creatures," Adrian mumbled, clearing his throat and sniffing loudly. "They're difficult to house due to the size."
Hagrid deflated slightly, "Yer right, beautiful creatures though. I'd love ter 'ave one, one day."
Adrian nodded slightly, feeling oddly detached.
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