Revenge is Sweet, <Trowa, open>

[Sashenka Grigorovich]

Sashenka entered through the great double doors leading into the school, disguised as a first year with the use of polyjuice potion. She had another couple of bottles stashed in her robes should the search take longer, but it seemed luck was on her side this time. She saw the boy ahead of her, walking alone, probably to his class.

Walking up to Trowa to looked up towards him from her short first-year legs and tugged on his sleeve.

"Excuse me? Could you help me, please?"

It was sweet, innocent voice, full of naivety. The perfect cloak for her dagger.

[Trowa Marshall]

Trowa had been walking along going over a rather complicated arithmancy problem in his head when there was a tug on his sleeve. He blinked and looked down to see a very young girl, probably a first year, wide-eyed and clearly confused.

He gave the girl a friendly smile. "How can I help you?" he asked politely.

[Sashenka Grigorovich]

"I was looking for a place to put this." Sashenka smiled with her sweet little girl's face, as she quite casually pulled a knife from her robes and thrust it at Trowa's heart with disturbing speed.

[Trowa Marshall]

Something warned him at the last possible moment. He'd never know if it was a glint in her eye, a faint scent or simply blind intuition, but it saved his life. For a few more moments at least.

He was already twisting his body away from the girl as the knife hurtled towards his heart, so it missed the vital organ, plunging into his side instead. He gasped, too shocked to cry out at the agony as he fell backwards, landing on his ass. "Wh-wha?" he managed to blurt out, staring up at the girl with wide eyes.

[Sashenka Grigorovich]

"Oh boo hoo." Sashenka smirked, the evil expression looking disturbing on the child-like face. "That wasn't where I wanted it to go, let me try again."

Without hesitation, she drew another dagger from her robes and threw it towards Trowa, drawing her wand at the same time, preparing to fight, when the occasion called for it.

"Time to die, little boy."

[Trowa Marshall]

Trowa managed to avoid the other dagger, barely, but he was still in huge trouble. He fumbled in his pocket as he tried to draw his wand, taking longer than usual in panic. There was no way he could shift to his animagus form; he couldn't concentrate and there wasn't enough time. He could only try and stall and hope for help.

"It's you, isn't it?" he hissed, finally working his wand free. "The blonde bitch. What's the matter, finally realised you couldn't beat a schoolboy in a fair fight?"

[Sashenka Grigorovich]

Sashenka laughed mirthlessly, though childish twang still there, adding a somehow even more eerie feel to her already twisted laugh.

"You speak of fair fights, little boy? I don't recall you having a solid moral compass on our last encounter."

Throwing another knife at him, she immediately fired a killing curse slightly off in the direction he favoured avoiding towards.

[Trowa Marshall]

Trowa yelped as he saw the killing curse and dodged the other way - taking the knife in his shoulder. He cried out in pain again, then raised his wand and fired a stunner, the only curse he could think of. "I... beat you... with better magic... and I'm only 15," he snarled, and this time his right flickered yellow. "What... does that say... about you?"

[Sashenka Grigorovich]

"You became a monster, a hideous creation born of failure. It just so happened to be enough to catch me off-guard." Sashenka grinned, batting the stunner aside with a shield, which consequently hit a stunned looking first year watching from the side. "But not this time."

"Crucio!"

[Trowa Marshall]

And then there was no time to throw another retort back, no time to dodge, no time to even think, no time to do anything but writhe on the ground and scream, and even that was a pathetic gasp as Trowa struggled to get air into his lungs as the agony ripped through him and oh god if it didn't end soon he would go mad he knew it and the stabbing and the heat and his hand found the banister next to him and all he could do was squeeze it and why was no-one helping him?!

[Trevor Gordann]

Trevor had been heading to the common room from the lawns outside when he saw the commotion. He took out his wand and took some time to understand that the young girl using the unforgivable curses on Marshall was probably more than a simple student. He came into the battle from the side which gave him an advantage. He sent a stunner in the direction as he saw Trowa in effect of the Crucio curse and follow it up with a full body-bind hex, hoping at least one would hit. Either way, her attention would be drawn to him and the curse lifted from the already struggling and bleeding Marshall.

[Sashenka Grigorovich]

The light from the first spell caught Sashenka's eye, giving her time to dive backwards and avoid the spells. Another pest spoiling her fun. She had time, though, and could bide it.

Slashing in a wide arc with a sectumsempra spell, aiming at least at her two main targets, she finished off with a definitive Lumus Maxima, creating a blinding light that let her slip into the terrified crowd.

If she could lose them, it was only a matter of time before Trowa was taken to the Hospital Wing. Even if she didn't have to wait that long, she could strike silently at any time.

[Trevor Gordann]

Trevor had been moving towards Trowa to help him if she attacked again. As soon as she cast her next spell, he realized that it was a really bad idea. He frantically put up a shield spell which blocked only part of the arc of the spell. Just as he had reached Trowa and prevented the spell from splitting them in half, he felt a sting on his shoulder and saw a 5 inch long gash on it. He looked away as his eyes were temporarily blinded by the little girl. He turned back after a second or two and found that she was gone.

He turned to Trowa and asked, "You ok? Who the hell was that?"

[Trowa Marshall]

Trowa had once heard a theory that there were gods watching over the world, but they had all grown senile and had nothing left to do but play ironic pranks on humans. Sitting there and hearing Trevor ask if he was okay when he had knives sticking out of him, and remembering Keiran ask the same thing on the Azkaban mission when, again, he had a knife embedded in his body, Trowa mused that he could firmly accept that theology.

"Hospital... wing..." he shuddered, unable to think of anything else to say and unable to move himself off the floor.

[Trevor Gordann]

As his eyes cleared of the flash and he comprehended that he was looking at a knife hilt sticking out of Trowa's chest, his face registered surprise and horror at the image. "Right...", he replied quickly to Trowa's request and looked around to make sure the girl wasn't still around. He summoned a stretcher and floated Trowa carefully on it. This took more time than he would like to spend on this particular activity but he wanted to make sure he didn't make the wound worse by jerking his body around.

He transferred the wand into his injured hand and used the other to close the wound for the moment to lessen the bleeding. He guided the stretcher beside him towards the hospital wing.