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"I will pretend I have not just heard the last sentences you just spoke." Said Alexandra.
"Why, because I said the truth?" Said the Gryffindor, looking very pleased with himself.
"Because else I would challenge you to an Honour Duel on the spot." Declared the Potter Heiress in a very ugly grimace.
"But Honour Duels are..." Said a livid third-year.
"To the death, yes." Finished Morag. "But the accusation that a Noble Heiress belongs to a terrorist organisation whose obvious goals are pure-blood supremacy and mass extermination of the Muggles is largely grounds to call for one."
"No need to go that far!" Shouted Neville Longbottom, who had until now stayed silent but was obviously the leader of this raid as the whispers and back-talks stopped instantly.
"Go to the library or your Common Room and forget it ever took place. I call for the debt House Potter owes to Longbottom." His voice had taken the authority and the persuasion of a high-ranked politician or administrator with a mellowing tone for good measure, and for a second Alexandra admitted Neville Longbottom knew how the game was played, though it raised an interesting question how he wasn't a member of House Slytherin.
"No."
"What, no?" Said with incredulity Longbottom. "House Potter..."
"...owes something to House Longbottom for the treason of Lord James Potter, I perfectly agree. But as Heiress of the Most Ancient House of Potter, I have the duty and the liberty to choose the time and place to repay this debt." Alexandra looked with disdain to the gathered Gryffindors. "Helping the soon-to-be Lord of House Longbottom and his band of joyous bullies to escape the consequences of their own actions when they brutalised two young girls is not how I will do it. I want to be able to see myself in a mirror tomorrow, thank you very much."
"You will not get away with this." Snarled the Boy-Who-Lived, all pleasantry evaporated from his face.
"Unless you manage to convince two-thirds of the Wizengamot of the contrary, I am going to get away with this." Affirmed Alexandra in a low tone she ended by a smirk. "Unless you think Lord Malfoy, Lord Greengrass, Lady Zabini and a few others are going to thanks you when they learn you have deliberately attacked their Heirs and Heiresses?"
Saying this had an interesting effect on the group of Gryffindors behind the Boy-Who-Lived. Three or four suddenly looked very hesitant, including Lavender Brown and a few other girls, as if they ultimately realised how far they had overstepped the limits...and how disastrous the political consequences were going to be. The others, largely the boys, tightened their fists around their wands and looked at her with expression of fury and hate. Like Brown, Dunbar and Holmes, they realised their acts were pretty damning but unlike the girls, they had arrived to the reasoning that if they were going to be punished, there was absolutely no reason to add two lone Ravenclaw to the list of casualties.
Typically, it was Ron Weasley who sounded the beginning of the carnage.
"Veru Limax!"
"Ventus!"
"Cantis!"
"Tarentellagra!"
"Ebublio!"
"Langlock!"
"Tempestas! Melofors!"
"Flipendo! Flipendo!
"Vermillious! Rictusempra!"
It went without saying neither Morag nor Alexandra stayed in place to take the torrent of spells rushing like an avalanche towards them. Alexandra casted an "Expelliarmus Tria!" as with the sheer mass of bodies downstairs, it was impossible to miss hitting someone and Morag added to her efforts a "Chiroptera Nauseam!" who struck Leo Black head-on and his bogeys turned into nasty green bats which crawled out of his nose. Berk.
The mass exchange of spells continued for half a minute. With the two Ravenclaw Heiresses occupying the high ground and only a single stair to reach them, the Gryffindors faced a very disadvantageous tactical situation. They did not made it better by rushing like bulls without coordination, or by standing where they were, dismissing evasion and dodging as beneath them. Two older students were holding blue, circular-shaped magical shields which protected them from the hexes, jinxes and charms Alexandra sent them, but it was not invincible, as Morag shattering the shields with a blue explosion when she casted "Expulso!" and sending them unconscious against a wall proved it.
That was not to say Morag and Alexandra were holding well against the onslaught. Despite having sent six or seven students out of the fight for the time being, they were still a dozen or so Lions sending a barrage of spells against them, and it was sadly evident their organisation was far more experienced than the one Alexandra had with Morag. The opposition was not Ravenclaws who passed their free time in the library on the other side this time. These were Gryffindors, a House whose tendency to draw their wands first and think of the problems it caused later. To make the matters worse, they knew an impressive array of spells, both conventional and non-conventional. Alexandra prided herself into knowing more than one hundred and forty offensive curses, jinxes and hexes to fight in a school battle like this one, but some of the ray of lights, the ball of fires, ice and thunder which she was targeted with, she had never heard or seen them before. Morag took a wound in her wand arm when the splinters of the railings exploded inches away from her, and Alexandra nearly took a sort of white beam which erupted mere seconds after in ice shards. An instant later, she felt a violent pain in her right arm. Launching her most powerful spells in close succession became increasingly taxing, and Alexandra felt she was moments away from collapsing when the spell inferno from downstairs stopped.