(This one is open, and not really planned. Just don't go all-out posting without me! I'll be back for more posting around the 26th)
The Cruciatus curse was illegal.
Ginny had said so, known so - so why on earth, left, and right...
Xaver cracked his head on something uneven, and solid, rolling to lay face first on the damp, undergrowth-ridden forest floor of Hogwarts, sucking in a few mildewy pine needles, and cussing as he did so.
"You sick, filthy black-breed!"
Xaver snorted, chuckling, despite the unevenness in his voice, and slowly pushing himself up, he spit, the thick and metallic taste lingering, even as the blood left his mouth.
A foot connected with his side and he grunted as he jerked, tumbling over himself in a tangle of arms, and wings, and body, and bushes until finally he connected with a tree with a dull crunch. He slumped to the ground, crumpling slightly, his wings at odd angles draped over him.
"Good to see you, too, brother."
There was a laugh, from across the clearing that, should the octaves have been a bit lower, and warmer by a season, might have mirrored Xaver's own.
Xences shook his head, dark wings of his own swaying behind him as he walked to where Xaver lay, pushing him with the toe of his boot onto his back. Xaver grunted, but allowed himself to be moved, finding no energy, anyway, to fight it. He lay at his twin's feet in much of a heap, blood splayed over his chin, and cheek, and a stream trickling over his neck from an odd-angled gash at his hairline. His blue shirt was stretched way out, and torn.
"Call your dog off, will you?"
Xences snorted, and looked to the side, to the woman standing quite still, a few feet from the winged twins, her wand raised, and jaw clenched.
Ready to curse if given an order, just as instructed.
Xaver looked at her more closely, and began that humorless chuckle again, coughing every now and then.
"You're Mimi, right?"
The woman's cheeks puffed, and Xences delivered another heavily-powered kick to Xaver's side, silencing him, give or take a few gasps, and curses of his own.