Author: Faelaern Story: What's In a Name? Part: What's In a Name? Rating: Young Teens Setting: Pre-OotP Status: Completed Reviews: 0 Words: 746 Updated: May 29, 2004, 10:25pm What's In a Name?A/N: This ficlet was written for the Flourish and Blotts Livejournal community. The challenge was to create your own spells and use them in short story context. The first spell I made is "Ferio" from the Latin "to strike." I actually kind of cheated, seeing as how I invented it for ‘the Hunt' way back in May…but oh well. I admitted on lj too ;)
She called out to him but he couldn't hear her over the din of the blizzard. They were wasted words anyway, whatever they were. Pointing his wand at her, he screamed, "Avada Kedavra!" The other unknown Auror launched a hex at him. Wilkes blocked it with ease and responded with five of his own, one after the other in rapid-fire succession. The man managed to block three of them, but went down with Stunners to the head and chest. He ran at her as well, blocking her jinxes and casting the Cruciatus in response. She performed the Counter Curse as though it was second nature to her and cast the Impediment Curse at him. Wilkes ducked and the hex whizzed by him. "You're good, I'll give you that!" he shouted over the storm. Her response came in the form of a Disarming Spell. He moved to block, but wasn't fast enough and his wand flew from his hand. He stepped in, lightning fast, punching Heloise twice in the face before sinking an upset punch into her gut. She doubled over in pain. Wilkes ripped the wand from her weakened grasp and hit her again, knocking her to the snow. "Now it ends, Auror," he hissed. The Auror brought his wand up, blocked the incoming hexes with a flick of his wrist and sent three more back towards Wilkes. Wilkes dodged and rolled, coming up not two feet away from the edge of the cliff. He brought his wand up to cast again but Moody was faster. A yellow bolt shot from the wand and caught Wilkes in the side. He fell backwards as he heard his ribs crack; it felt like he had taken a blow from a Beater's bat wielded by Goyle. He squeezed his eyes shut in pain and stepped further backwards. His feet found nothing but empty air. Crying out, he flailed and reached for a handhold. Finding none, he toppled over. There was a brief rush of wind, then a loud crack before the darkness took him. |