Eris Fawley was not one for formalities. Her summer had been all about formalities and being smart and proper, but there was no time to wait and be nice and calm at this point. Ben was not going to get to her. She knew the boy wanted to kill her, but she would not let it happen. His parting words to her still lingered in Eris's mind, and she was a girl of action.
A smarter person might have asked Ben questions, might have believed that there was nothing wrong and that the note announcing him as the masked figure was a lie. Eris was not smart, she was angry. The fear of last year had made Eris into a person of action. A lifetime ago, she might have stopped to ask questions. That was when the most dangerous thing at Hogwarts had been rats, instead of figures in masks trying to kill students.
Brushing her hands down the sides of her robes, Eris's face was full of determination as she stormed into the Study Room, which had a poster nailed to the door handmade by Eris, herself, which meant it was messy and scrawled in a handwriting that was sloppy and clearly written by someone who had little time and a lot of anger, from the way the pencil dug into the paper in a few places.
The note was clear. It stated that there was to be a meeting of children out to make sure that Ben, and the professors who let him stay at Hogwarts, would get what was coming to them. There was no other option, there was no way to have peace.
The burns and the emotional scars on Eris had made sure of that. Said girl stood in the Study Room, face scrunched up, as she looked down at the paper in front of her. Hands curled into fists, Eris almost screamed at the top of her lungs. There was news that Rosie Parker, one of Eris's best friends, was making a club to defend Ben.
To defend Ben, after all he had done to Eris. After the promise of death that he had told her, after the blood leaking from Dorian's arms? There was no way in hell she was going to let that slide. So Eris would be going up against Rosie Parker, and she couldn't find it in herself to be sad. A part of her wished that her friend had cared for Eris enough to go against the person who had tried to kill Eris, but a part of Eris knew that nobody had really cared about her being hurt.
Her friends only wanted Eris when she was happy. They couldn't handle the girl who had been burnt and hurt by a masked figure. Nobody could, and that was why she had to take matters into her own hands, but she was hoping that there would be other like minded people to join her 'club.' So she waited, starting to pace back and forth.
This was war, and the newly crowned 12 year old had read enough comics and watched enough movies to understand what that meant. There would be causalities, and in her young mind, warped by violent tv shows and a dangerous life, that was the only way. There would be a confrontation with Ben, and hopefully Eris wouldn't have to do it on her own.
THE EXTREME ALWAYS SEEMS TO MAKE AN IMPRESSION.
Strength: 6 //Agility: 10 //Control: 9 //Stamina: 10