Isabell-

I rush out into the courtyard and see four first year children battleing werewolfs. More witches and wizards are on there towords the battle, but they are to far away to help. I heard a girl from Ravenclaw yell" Accio Werewolf! "and then I saw a werewolf flying through air and crashing into the wall. Then I rush forword and yell "Imperio". I catch a werewolf who was about to kill a first year in the middle of the head. Then he turned around and started to attack the other werewolfs.

Ivy~

Aleady a battle. I say next week and there's already a battle going on.

I dart into study after study, waking teachers and telling them what's going on. I hope what I'm doing is helping. It doesn't really feel like it.

At last I'm back in the think of things. Mostly Stunning werewolves, honestly, because I can't do much more than that, but I'm seeing kids to stuff like Crucio. Crucio. I can't believe it. This school isn't controlled by Snape anymore, guys!

Then I see Syrena lying on the ground. I quickly scoop her up and bring her to the hospital wing.

"She'll be fine," says Madame Pomfrey. "Bring anyone injured here."
That's what I start doing for the rest of the time. Rounding up voulanteers to collect the injured. Attacking once in a while, but not much. My heart hurts. I've delivered three dead already.

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Brilliant! This is going great! Nice plot turn!

I walked through the halls.

Where was everybody? I thought when I reached floor three. I heard a faint growl.

'You're done, mudblood" the werewolf growled.

"STUPEFY " I yelled.

Alex ran....

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That is a diffrent character. I will get to him later.

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The werewolf lunged. I shot another spell. I got him...

"EMMA" I heard Alex yell. "What were you thinking? You could have killed yourself."

That cute southern accent, I thought, but it was cut short.

"I missed the meeting. That stupid werewolf cut me off. He was hairy. I could have a mustache with all the fur he shed!

"Come on, we have go." 

--Syrena--

When I open my eyes, all I see is white. Slowly, as my vision improves, little cracks appear now and then. It takes my mind a little while to catch up, and after a few minutes of empty-headed thoughts (for example "Blue is a nice color. It reminds me of gumdrops.") it all rushes back to me. The fight. The werewolves. That guy transforming into one. I leap to my feet, and stand a moment, swaying. My head is reeling, but I have to help. 

Madam Pomfrey bustles in and rushes to my side.

"Child!" She chides, supporting me and leading me gently towards my bed. "What are you doing? Get back in bed where you belong!" I take stock of my injuries. 

1. I'm alive. Good.

2. No broken bones. Also good.

3. Flesh wounds? Yes, but minor. A cut across by cheek, and a burn on my ankle. 

4. Mental state. Shaken, but otherwise fine. A bit woozy, but that is what comes of fainting.

I fainted? I have never fainted before, and didn't expect to. This scares me.

"Is the fighting still going on?" I ask, and my voice is so, so faint. It broke so many time in that short sentence that I'm surprised Pomfrey could understand. I suppose she must be fluint in weak-person speak by this time, being a nurse and all.

She purses her lips. "Yes. Which, depending on how you look at it, could be a good thing or not. We haven't been defeated yet, true, but there have been deaths. It is to be expected."

My heart made a slight splattering sound as it dropped to the white linoleum floor.

"Deaths?" I croak.

"Yes, about a dozen."

Silence.

"Children are using Unforgivable Curses. For self defense, but still . . . It saddens me it's come to this."

More silence.  

"I'm going to fight." I say, forcing my voice to be strong.

"Ms. Willbourn, I can't let you-"

"I have to. I'm healthy. I'm alive. I have to defend this school, my fellow students. I have to avenge the dead." I sound cold  and bitter and way to old for my age, I sound like a self-sacrificial irresponsible teenager who want to lash out. But what can I say? Sometimes you have to be bitter.

As for dying; I want to live, no question, but I don't insist upon it. There's nothing more dangerous than an enemy with nothing to lose. I just never though I'd be one.

I rise to my feet, and gather myself up. Pull myself together. I have to be strong. We have to win. We have to- what would the world be without Hogwarts? With Werewolves ruling?

"My wand?" I ask.

Wordlessly, she hands it to me. I rub my thumb against the worn wood. Walnut. Phoenix feather.

With careful steps I walk to the infirmary door and turn the knob, as Pomfrey busies herself behind me, caring for the wounded.

The door closes with a snap.

I walk across the hallway, down the stairs, and through another hallway, basically wandering until I find a fight; which doesn't take long. A Werewolf, a young one, leaps from the shadows as I walk past him. 

Before I know it, my wand has dropped to the ground, the Werewolf has kicked it, skittering, across the floor, and I am backed up against a dead end with his claws at my throat.

It is a young Werewolf, and my first impression, despite the fact that I know better, is that it is Conner. But no, a few moments later I see that I was mistaken, as even in wolf form, Werewolves maintain a few of their own human characteristics.

"I could kill you," he says, pricking my skin with his claw, causing a droplet of blood to drip and stain my robe.

"Really? I hadn't noticed that." He ignores me, which seems lucky, because even if I was going to risk my life for a joke, it ought to have been a better one. I never was very good at joking.

"I could kill you." He seems to be talking more to himself at this point, so I refrain from speaking and nod my head reassuringly.

He let's his clawed hand fall to his side, and his face adopts a resigned look. "You're not worth it," he says, and turns away.

I did the most idiotic, stupid, irrational, reckless thing I could possibly do then. I spoke.

"Why?" I asked. "I mean, why do this? Why attack Hogwarts? What will it prove?"

He growled, deep and angrily. "Why?!?" he repeated, outraged. "Why? 'Why', she asks- the nerve! Werewolves are discriminated against, hated, abused, abhorred an ignored. We are denied jobs and houses and respect! Where does the government expect us to go? Should we live in the forrest, eating ants and lizards?"

Ants and lizards? That was the best he could come up with?

"Society sweeps us under the rug, calls us names like 'creatures' and 'mutants' and 'beasts'. What are we supposed to do? Do you think we want to be this way?" He seemed less angry now as sad. "We were turned into what we are against our will, and we have to guard it carefully as a secret lest we are fired or shunned, or-"

"But what does attacking a school do to help prove your point?" I interject. He seems stunned, as if he hadn't bothered thinking about that particular question.

"It will prove that we mean business."

"Excuse my endless stupidity, but I seem to fail to grasp how killing a bunch of kids and teenagers proves you are humane, compassionate beings." The Werewolf was opening and closing his mouth continuously throughout my speech, like a particularly unintelligent fish. "I mean, all you're doing is giving discriminatory people the proof they need to seal the deal. You're just giving them a reason."

I stooped to pick up my wand, turned my back, and walked away. If I had long hair I would have tossed it. 

"Just think about it!" I call over my shoulder.

As I walked away, down the hallways again, not knowing where I was going, I  thought deeply. I didn't agree with them, of course, their tactics were fundamentally flawed- but knowing their weakness, their reasons beyond blind rage, gave me an advantage.

Submersed in my thoughts, I rammed headlong into Professor Mcgonigal (Is that how you spell it?XP) who was pacing the hallways, grasping her wand and cursing under her breath.

"Watch out, child! It won't do to be ramming into people at a time like this. We must keep level heads."

I didn't waste time. "Professor, I have a plan."

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Ivy~

Araxie. Chief strategest for the KAE and a Ravenclaw. 

"I don't have time to run," I tell her. "Too many people injured."
I shake the first year I'm carrying.

"Stay awake," I tell her. "If you faint you may lose your memory."
I turn to Araxie. "Find some of the warriors, as many as possible. We need a real battle plan, not a freestyle. If you can, find some people willing to help us. There are too many first and second years fighting."
I shake the girl again.

I pass many people on my way to the hospital wing. Most of them ask for directions. I tell them all to find Araxie. I trust her and hope she can take care of it. If anyone can make a proper battle plan she can.

I pass Syrena, who's blasting werewolves into the wall.

"Nice going," I whisper. "Keep it up." She's white as a sheet as she attacks. I don't blame her. Imagine what I look like.

I'm almost to the hospital wing when something very large lands on top of me and everything goes black.

Conner~

I tumble into the ground, snarling and scratching the werewolf. But it's much more stronger. It pins me to the ground and I whine.

"Oh, is this what I see? A wand?" the werewolf mocks. "Rickie, I think this is your job." He throws the wand toward a rather runty looking werewolf.

"Yo-ou have learned spells?" I whimper.

"Why yes! After all these years watching you wizards, of course I have." Rickie smiles. "Crucio!"

I scream, not used to the sudden pain. I hear the laughs in the distance, but the knives stabbing me block most of them out. I try to get up, but it's as if something is holding me down. I screech again. Finally, however, the pain stops.

"Now Conner, look here: Don't you agree that the wizards have treated us badly?" one of the werewolves asks.

"Ye-es," I groan stupidly, not thinking of what I'm saying.

"Then why don't you join us?" The question echos in my mind. At first, I think I shouldn't. But then I see that the wizards hate us. Shouldn't we get rid of them once and for all? I think for a moment, and then reply my answer.

"...Ye-e-es." 

I was just coming out of the side door to the courtyard when I see smoke curling over the tower then I see a lone centaur galloping through the gate. In the three years that I have been at Hogworts I have never seen a centaur before. " Fire... ," he gasps, "in the forest ... it was werewolfs... centaurs need help..." " I look around but there is nobody to help so I jump on to the centaur's back, although I risk werewolfs and death. He runs swiftly out of gate and gallops toward the forest. When I get out of the gate I see that the fire is very bad. The smoke is in billows and I could see the fire over the trees. When the centaur stops I jump off his back and  almost collapse from the heat. "Unda!" I yell, and then a jet of water shoots out of my wand. I shoot jet of water after jet of water out of my wand but the fire keeps growing, then finally I look back at the castle and see about ten figers heading my way. I yell and send up a jet of water, theni am tackled from behind by a werewolf. I struggle but I can't gain any headway. He tries to bite my neck but I block him; he bites my leg instead. I feel my strength drain away from me. I am about to give up when suddenly I hear a thump and hear a small whine. The werewolf goes limp in and I see another centaur with a bow. "Thanks,"I mumble. I try to stand but I fall because of my leg, then I black out.    

First of all, sorry Alias, didn't see your comment there... second, WOW THIS IS AMAZING!!!!!!

Ivy~

I come to soon, I think. Someone's gotten me to the hospital wing.

"What happened?" I ask. It makes my head hurt. I feel it and to my horror, there's a bunch of stitches there.

"From what Miss Luise told me, you were attacked by a werewolf who sunk his claws in your head," Madam Pomfrey chirps. 

"I need to be fighting," I say.

"Nonsense, child! You are in no fit state. Two days at least!" She gives a trembling first year some Pepperup Potion.

"Please. I'm the leader of the KAE. I have to be out there." 

But as I say this, I get an idea.

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Just a sec, hang on...

Ivy~

Emma. I need Emma. With shaky hands, I write out a quick note.

"Madam Pomfrey? The next time someone comes up, will you ask them to bring this to Emma?"
She says yes. I let out a sigh of relief and fall asleep.

Here's what the letter says:

Emma, this is Ivy. I have been attacked and am confined to the Wing for at least two days. I trust you, as my deputy, to keep things running.

Araxie (that's your name, right?) knows that she has to get the people in order. It would be great if you could do that too.

I don't have a plan, but make sure the younger ones are led out of battle. Thank~

It ended there.

I'm just gonna step out of the story a minute . . . *Takes symbolic step*

Just before I write anything, St. Owl, I thought I should tell you my character's plan. =)

She is planning to use some sort of spell to elevate her voice (doesn't have to be her, could be a teacher, or anybody else) and make promises of freedom and equality to the Werewolves. At first it's just a plan to stall until reinforcements come, but then . . . people get wrapped up. Whatd'ya think, everybody?

If you like it, -and no pressure it's just an idea-, maybe people should list their sides right off. (Werewolf Rights supporter, or not.)

Again, no pressure! I don't want to shift the entire story without consulting people. =)

~Syrena~

"Well, what do you think, professor?" I ask, after a long inhale. I told the whole plan in one breath, and am paying for it now. 

"It's theoretically perfect, Miss Wilbourn, but only theoretically. It does not account for the Werewolves' free will. They will not all stop fighting, and by our very plan, we must. How will they trust us if we are still shooting spells at them? Besides, not all Hogwarts students will agree with that strategy, and even if they do, that still doesn't account for the death eaters-"   

I stand silent as she picks apart my plan, piece by piece. I never should have tried. I am not a strategist. I fight. That's all. I turn to go. 

"But it's still worth a try. It's better than running around, blindly fighting the enemy."

Better than blindly fighting the enemy, I think. True, but not exactly something that fills the soul with hope. 

I nod. "Yes." A pause. "Who shall speak to them?"

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Hmmm, who shall? It doesn't have to be me! It's just a matter of who wants to, and who's willing to be a Werewolves' rights supporter (or pretend like it.) =)