<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/7c/06/6e/7c066ee66e3059d784deded700f1ac15.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Orphan<br/><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>October 27, 2017, 3:00PM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Back right corner of the library<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Haust, Sofina, Open<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong>Mischief<br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">     Orphan stopped drawing once more and sat upright, sitting back on his calves. He turned a blue eye over his shoulder before he rose to his feet, posting his boot on top of the shaking box. He turned to face where he had heard the voice, peering over the pile of books he had not built, but dumped around him as a barrier between him and those outside his circle. He stared at the man but was actually probing the rest of the room for magical signatures. It had mostly been him, the redhead, and someone else in the library who he couldn’t see. Orphan turned his back to the man and peered down at his circle as he wondered if he should just wash it all away and take his experiment elsewhere. No one else seemed to be snooping but Ron Weasley. That was his nickname for the punk since he didn’t want to know his real name. He was certain his nickname for him was more interesting.<br/><br/>     It was too late. The circle was about finished, and it would have been a pain in his ass to start all over. He also didn’t know if Ron was a snitch. The left corner of his lip cocked into an amused smirk as he moved his foot from the shoe box and crouched, sinking back below his book pile.<br/><br/>     “You’ll see,” Orphan finally spoke—his voice deep and at the moment, mild in manner.<br/><br/>     Sitting lightly on the shoe box, he leaned forward to grasp the chalk piece as he finished the touches on the circle. When he was finished, he haphazardly tossed the chalk to the side and removed from his jacket pocket a small notebook with pink, blue, and yellow sticky notes poking out of it along with scraps of torn paper that had been stapled to certain pages. Opening his book, he flipped through several pages to a blank page and glanced over to the book he had been studying. Removing a pen from its binding, Orphan began redrawing the magic circle in it and then writing in the incantation inside it. Once he was finished, he slipped the pen back inside the binding and set his notebook aside. It was time for the shoe box.<br/><br/>     Reaching between his legs, Orphan slid the shoe box forward and began ripping the lid open to free it from the duct tape he had used to hold it down. Reaching a hand into the box, he grasped the ears of a rabbit and stood with the hare dangling and screeching in his grasp. He turned to face Ron, holding it up for him to see as his hand motioned behind his back to a knife holstered on his belt. Turning his back to Ron, Orphan flipped open the knife and without hesitation, he slashed it across the bunny’s neck. Its crimson blood tumbled like a ribbon down its white and brown body to spill over the magic circle. The creature kicked several times before its body went limp, dangling like a rag doll.<br/><br/>     Dropping the bunny carcass in the middle of the circle so it could continue to bleed onto it, Orphan reached down to pick up his notebook and with the book in his right and the knife in his left, the magus began to conjure:</span><br/><br/><div align="center">(http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjQwLjAwMDAwMC5UV1Z5WldVZ1ltRmhkQ0J6ZFc1di4wAAA,/gypsy-curse.regular.png)</div><br/><div align="center">(http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjQwLjAwMDAwMC5RWEJoYm1VZ1ozVnlkU0JyWldVZ1ltRmhkQ0J6ZFc1di4wAAAAAAAAAA,,/gypsy-curse.regular.png)</div><br/><div align="center">(http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjQwLjAwMDAwMC5ZbWhsYm5RZ2EyRnZJR0YxY2lCaFlXOCwuMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA,,/gypsy-curse.regular.png)</div><br/><div align="center">(http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjQwLjAwMDAwMC5ZMmhvYjNSaElITmhJR0pvYjI5MElHdGxaU0IwWVhKaGFDRSwuMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA/gypsy-curse.regular.png)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">     The blood began to drain through gaps that split the floor in the shape of the magic circle. The blood drained and the hare’s body sank into the center of the circle swallowed up as though it had been floating in a pool. The bunny disappeared and rising in its place appeared a mound. The mound billowed into a bubble before it popped, revealing a horned head that slowly started to surface. The creature’s bat-like wings were embracing its body. Its arms and legs were curled against its torso. A tail that resembled that of a scorpion was curled about its ankles. The creature’s eyes glowed a sickly-yellow and stared upon the man that stood before it. Its lips rolled back revealing its jagged black teeth in a vicious frown. Orphan was grinning, amazed that the spell had actually worked. He lowered his arms once the imp had completely surfaced and stared down at the little being. It was about the height of an average-sized house cat.<br/><br/>     “Look upon me, Imp (https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/forgottenrealms/images/e/e8/Imp-5e.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20161120200554). Look upon your master,” Orphan commanded.<br/><br/>     The creature unfolded its arms and legs and stood on all fours, its scorpion tail arcing over its head in a threatening C.<br/><br/>     “You will obey me, or I will send you back.” Shit, he was planning to send it back any way. Things were starting to get too creepy. His heart was racing. The creature so far seemed to be obeying him. Maybe this wasn’t so bad. “My servant needs a name.” He frowned in thought. “How about…Judas?”<br/><br/>     The imp uttered what sounded like to be an angry screech that had been so shrill it had hurt the magus’s ears. The creature then leapt, its leathery wings beating wildly as it carried its bony form into the air. It swung its dangerous tail at Orphan, and the sorcerer managed to dive out of its path to the side into a pile of books as the imp flew out of the enclosure and started flying through the library.<br/><br/>     Frowning angrily, Orphan cursed, “Shit!”<br/><br/>     The worst part about having an escaped demon was that no one who wasn’t gifted with magic or who couldn’t see into the paranormal would be able to see it. They would have no idea what sort of creature had escaped throughout the school. As Orphan rose to his feet and started scrambling over the wall of sliding books, he thought about its tail. What sort of venom did it carry? What would happen if the creature stung someone? Staggering down the book pile, he nearly tripped once his feet landed on the wooden floor but managed to flail his arms enough to steady himself. Pointing to Ron, Orphan warned on a hushed tone, “Keep quiet about this. The circle must remain in tact. It’s the only way I can send it back!”<br/><br/>     Orphan started after the creature quickly. He didn’t want to alert anyone that couldn’t see it that something was wrong.</span>