Mime: LUCAS IMPREGNATED JOHANNA- Johanna: >////< *Slapping the life out of Mime* Prucía: 0.0 *Awkwardly creeping away*
Xyriah: Screaming at Lucas, flailing. Lucas: "I'm sorry Xy!" Xyriah: "Just wait until I tell mum an' dad. Then you'll be sorry."
Mime: *Cackling* He's going to kill you! Johanna: No-DON'T TELL DAD- Mime: *Grins* He and his new wife are going to have your head, Joey- Johanna: D: NO-
Xyriah: Eyes turn bright green. "Her, mum." Points to Johanna. (Bellatrix like controls her if she has too- That's when her eyes turn green.) Bellatrix: Sneers, pulling out her wand. "Xyriah, love, what's her name?" Lucas: "Mum, stop it. Xyriah don't say any-" Xyriah: "Johanna Barker, mum." Blinks, blank.
Johanna: *Pales, freezing* Mime: *Twitching, clutching Johanna's arm* Don't you dare touch her. (Oh~)
Lucas: Stands in front of Johanna, scowling. "If you lay a finger on her I swear I'll-" Bellatrix: Laughs shrilly, playing with her wand. "Kill me?!" Xyriah: Grabs Bellatrix's arm, glaring. "Don' touch my mum." Snarls.
Johanna: *Putting her hand on Lucas' shoulder, shaking slightly* I-It's okay- Mime: *Coughs, stepping up* And what exactly are you going to do if your daughter is pregnant, ma'am?
Bellatrix: "Xyriah can't get pregnant until she's twenty one. I put a spell on her." Xyriah: Staring at Mime, narrowing her eyes. Lucas: "Its not okay, Jo." Whispers, taking her hand. "I need yours and Mime's help to kill her." (...)
Lucas: Whispers. "If she dies, so does the evil part of Xyriah. We need to get rid of her so she can't hurt you."
Johanna: *Pales, whispering quickly* But what if someone dies in the process? I don't-*Clamps a hand over her mouth* Whatever. Let's just not get ourselves killed- Mime: .-. *Glares back*
Xyriah: Hisses, pulling out her wand. Lucas: Whispers to Mime and Johanna. "On the count of three, Avada Kadavra3??) my mum." Pulls out his wand. "One..." Bellatrix: Growls, pointing her wand at Lucas. "CRUCIO!"
Johanna: *Pales, pulling out her wand* Mime: *Scowling, blocking the spell* Sorry, but hell to the no.
Lucas: Glares. "Two... THREE!" Points his wand at Bellatrix. Xyriah: Shrieks, standing in front of her. "You wouldn't!" Bellatrix: Grins, sticking out her tongue.
Mime: X-Xyriah, please lassie. Just step aside.. Johanna: *Thinking to Prucía and Lucas with a complete pokerface* Lucas, Prucía might be able to kill her from behind. Quiet as a mouse, she is. Prucía: *Hiding*
Xyriah: Shakes her head, clutching onto Bellatrix. "N-Not my m-mum." Lucas: Thinks to Johanna and Prucía. Fantastic. Hurry up. Bellatrix: Puts her hand on Xyriah's shoulder, smirking. "You wouldn't kill me now, would you?"
Prucía: *Steps out from Behind the benches, quickly aiming and firing the spell* Avada Kedavara! Johanna: Quick enough? Mime: *Pauses*