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Post by elvishbanana3 on Jul 28, 2011 16:41:12 GMT -5
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Molly had woken up in a bed that wasn’t her own in the middle of the night. Of course she’d been panicked. She’d leapt out of the four-poster, horrified at not being able to recognize where she was. At least she’d had her wand, stuffed into the pocket of her bathrobe. It had taken her a while to recognize where she was. She’d been there, of course- first when she’d created webbing between her arms and torso like a human-bat hybrid, and later when she’d swallowed a pint of lake water on a dare. Later, she’d come to visit others; Arthur, after he’d gotten hit in the face with Engorgio once, and knocked off a broom one Sunday morning and broken his leg later. She’d visited her daughter there four years ago, and Harry only two years ago. The Hogwarts Hospital Wing. She’d searched in vain for the ever-vigilant Poppy Pomfrey, only stopping when she’d noticed a calendar hanging on the wall and nearly screamed. 1977? What the hell is going on? she’d wondered, hoping it was only a mistake. But when she’d cast Anno Monstrare, 1997 had flashed in soft purple letters around her. Magic never lied. The year was 1977, a scant nine years after she’d graduated. It had taken her some time to get used to that. Now she was undercover, working in the Hospital Wing under the name Amelia Robinson, trying to figure out exactly what was going on. She wondered if it had something to do with all the Death Eaters and Order members running around in miniature. James Potter seemed to make a habit of jinxing people regularly, as did his pal Sirius Black. Bellatrix Lestr- Black, she reminded herself. That nasty woman is a Black now. Whatever her name, she hexed three times the people James or Sirius did. Molly barely had time to think about where she was, so wrapped up in her work was the plump redhead. She had taken a liking to some of the students already- mostly Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs, though she’d also met a Ravenclaw girl or two who seemed pleasant enough. The Slytherins, however… Molly was reminded of why she’d so disliked them as a student. They were unpleasant, mostly concerned with their blood status and power levels. Although Molly had treated them as best she could, healing them just as well as any other student, she had been rather… brusque… about it. The Masquerade had been a fiasco, of course- some idiot had spiked the punch, and she’d heard the most awful rumor about Harry Potter- Harry Potter!- and Bellatrix Black- Bellatrix Black! One of the Slytherin students had been knocked out in the following duel, and carted up to the Hospital Wing. Apparently, Harry had excellent aim even when drunk. The boy had been fine- shaken, but unharmed. He’d left without so much as a thank-you, which was not something she appreciated. Molly strode through the rows of beds, bright sunshine streaming in through the windows. It was a light day- her only patients at the moment were a few first-year boys who’d gotten into a fight. One of them had resorted to Muggle dueling, and broken the other’s nose and blacked his left eye. The other one had shot sparks into the first boy’s face, blinding him. Molly, who’d gotten him into Hospital Wing within minutes, had been able to stabilize him, but his sight would never be the same again. One of the girls from Slytherin House, a sixth-year who Molly hadn’t met yet, had agreed to come in and talk to him about the changes he would have to make- using a cane, strengthening his ears as compensation, things like that. Molly waved her wand, straightening the get-well cards around the Ravenclaw boy’s bed. He, at least, seemed very remorseful for the fight. She’d read them aloud to him earlier, taking rather special care of the boy. He was a sweet boy with a big temper- and he reminded her slightly of her second son Charlie. “Ma’am?” asked the boy hesitantly. “Yes, Arram?” she asked, fluffing his pillows for him. “Ma’am, I think I’m getting better. I can see the light coming in through the windows- and if I hold up my hand like this, I can sort of see it.” He held his hand in front of his face, only about an inch away from his nose. She smiled. ”That’s good. Hopefully it means your eyes are recovering- but you’d better stay here a while longer and make sure.”“Yes, ma’am,” he said meekly. She smiled and moved on. The Hufflepuff boy was six beds over- she’d thought it best to separate the two. ”How’s your nose, Owen?”He looked down. Owen was prouder than Arram- he was ashamed of having blinded him, but refused to apologize. “I think I’m ready to leave, Madam Robinson,” he said quietly. She nodded. ”Well, give it another hour, see how you feel. I want that swelling down a little more before you leave.”He nodded, looking out of the window at the lake wistfully. Molly left the two of them, going back into the small office. A kettle hissed over the crackling fire- with a wave of her wand, the kettle poured its contents into a small clay pot. She sat back, opening a book and waiting for the tea to steep. If all went well, no one else would come barging into the Hospital Wing that morning, and she would have the rest of the day to herself…
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Post by eli on Aug 8, 2011 18:06:52 GMT -5
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Come crashing into my little world
Okay I can honestly say.. This is a whole new level of low for me.. That was the thought circling Elijah mind as he drifted past that statue of the humpback witch on the third floor Corridor on his way to the Infirmary.
He had been in shocked there for a bit, but reality was quickly coming to him.. First thing he knew, Was that he was carrying the pinky off his left hand in his pocket. Second thing he knew was that it didn’t hurt nor did his hand because it was frozen with frost bite.
The third thing he knew was that it was all that dreadful Hufflepuff’s fault. Okay, perhaps he was equality to blame for the outcome; because he should have seen to it that she been properly made accustom to how the pecking order of students went. It was obvious that she didn’t get a memo that it was her job in life to be the butt of Slytherin’s jokes.
He was simply attempting to introduce her into what would be her lot in life. Granted he might have chosen a classier way about doing it; however it was a classic means for humiliating a girl like this blond-haired Hufflepuff .
He didn’t know why Hannah Abbott was hanging around his Diana, but it was a friendship that Elijah didn’t approve of. It wasn’t like Elijah needed the added stress, he was already concerned with Diana and her recent choice of friends like the friendship of a blood traitor like his sister the last thing he needed for Diana was yet another poisonous influence.
Had he known that in under five minutes he would be carrying around a part of him in his pocket he would have thought better of messing with that particular breed of Badger. He still remembered how her brows shot up when she heard his name. It was then that she went from positively humorous to dangerous. The way her face grew all milky white and her brows hitched up high on her forehead had been humorous at first but the way she looked at him those crystal blue eyes seemed cutting and cold like he was looking at only his reflection in them. He wondered if it was that she was one of those transfers that had him thinking that she wasn’t like the others how there was a bit of spite and malice resting in her deep somewhere dark and hidden till he discovered it.
It had been a somewhat innocent spat between them. He would have never thought that it would end in a threat, much less a threat acted upon. Perhaps it was that assumption that had put him in that situation.
YES he had been threatened and attacked by an obviously deranged Badger, and for what? He simply was suggested that if she attempting screw her way to popularity she might start with more appealing Slytherins. She had blushed with embarrassment he was going to start suggesting a few but then someone said for him to leave her alone. IT was then that something clicked she stopped mid-step in her walking away and turned on him.
The threat she issued still played on his ear, it was truly a surreal moment as it didn’t make sense that wide eyed sweet Hufflepuff saying what she said.. Even the voice didn’t sound like anything that had any business making threats it was soft and sweet as she whispered at him, though now it was a haunting reminder of how very deceptive she had been
Your Elijah Jammison…. Look I don’t know who and what you think you are, but let’s get something straight, I don’t really know or care what you’ve heard about me.. But know this.. PLEASE KNOW this I don’t care if you were the last MAN on earth… I wouldn’t GO there. So just stop with that delusion because it isn’t happening.. Ohhh and so much as look at me or any of my friends in a way that displeases me I will personally see all your appendages ripped from your body.. Starting with YOUR SMALLEST..
What was she expecting him to do with that, Here was this Hufflepuff who was clearly at least a head shorter than he was standing beneath him, no wand out or anything; however the way that toothy grin played upon her lips had him thinking it was just a game a silly little game.. If he had listened to the gut feeling he wouldn’t have pressed her further but he didn’t listen to his gut. He had stupidly suggested that he un-like Snape could pay for her services, and PAY he did.
He didn't see her move he was so shocked to have her press him against that wall, and for a second he thought she was going to kiss him.. Truthfully he hoped she would, as she had a fieriness that seemed fun. He was more than willing to overlook her lack of skills, as long as she had an eagerness to learn.
That sadly was what he mistaken her actions as.. Eagerness, Well that is till he heard that hiss in his ear. I warned you Fool.. But I'll be merciful and take your SECOND smallest... He quickly caught her meaning as she seized him by the shoulders and delivered a swift kick to his crotch using her knee. He didn't remember after that, just a lot of pain in places he really didn't like pain being, and wondering if Alex was holding some sort of Ball Busting class in the room of Requirements or something.
The next thing he knew there were three students pulling off that puffle, but not before she had poured something on to his hand right at his pinky.. He felt the black syrupy coldness nip into his skin with the cold bite of winter.. Then it was like he stuck his hand into waters of the black lake in the bitters of winter nights.
He watched as his finger turned blue and then fell off. It was horrifying, but not near as horrifying as the thought of what would have happened if she caught him in the place she originally threatened.. The thing was he could have seen her punished.. He should have seen her punished.
He was just itching at the bit to see her flogged, and that feeling tripled in intensity the moment that blue-eyed girl began lying her tail off saying that he had actually kicked himself in the balls and froze one of his own digits off with a potion, sadly the thing was she was surrounded by her kind.. And like the little loyalist bastards he took them for they closed ranks became witnesses to NOTHING. End the end she was given a detention for her klutzy behavior something that she took a little too graciously for his liking as it seemed the professor’s were equally as stupid.
He turned the corner and found entered the infirmary without knocking he made his way over the an open bed and took a seat giving an impatient look around he noticed a Hufflepuff he knew from a few scrapes.. “ Vast improvement. Now, If we can just get it to swell enough so we won’t need to see what’s behind it., and you will be finally tolerable Owen..”
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Post by elvishbanana3 on Aug 9, 2011 5:36:51 GMT -5
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All Molly heard was the crash. She didn’t hear what the Slytherin boy had said to Owen- but she heard the clatter as the hot-tempered Hufflepuff launched himself out of the bed and at the older student, fists flying. Molly dropped the book and thundered out of her office, wand at the ready. Her robes streamed out behind her as she flew down the rows of beds toward the brawling boys. Molly pointed her wand, sending a violent Shield Charm at the boys. Owen flew backwards across the floor, struggling against her spell- with little success. As she got closer, she noticed more of what happened- Owen had wrested the older boy’s wand away and tossed it across the floor- his own lay forgotten on his nightstand. Molly hurried across the room- it seemed she’d been in time to prevent any real damage- but I still ought to have that boy locked up somewhere, she thought dryly. Owen launched himself repeatedly at the edges of the spell, trying desperately to get it. ”OWEN NEALAN RILEY,” she began, her face nearly as red as her hair. Owen froze and looked up, horror etched onto his face. ”Shite,” he murmured, this time scrambling backwards in an attempt to escape the furious Molly. She kept her wand at her side, though the temptation to jinx the boy was nearly unbearable. ”What HAVE you DONE?” she shouted. The Hufflepuff boy stood, pressing himself against the wall, eyes wide with horror. His mouth opened, but no words came out- Molly could be that frightening when she wanted. She marched straight to him, grabbing his ear with a hand of steel. It was then that Owen found his voice, yelping as she pulled his ear, hard. ”But I didn't- He said- it was just…” Owen exhaled sharply, frustrated with his words. Giving up on explanations, he pointed a finger at the Slytherin boy accusingly. ” He started it!” he shouted angrily. Molly released her spell nonverbally. Neither of the boys would be foolish enough to try again while she was standing right there. Turning all of her formidable temper at Owen, she snapped at him. ”How ON EARTH can you stand here and DEFEND YOUR ACTIONS? DETENTION FOR A MONTH.”Owen’s mouth opened in indignation, his face scrunching up. ”But—but that’s not fair!” he protested. ”He did start it!” ”HOW?” demanded Molly. Owen looked down. ”Well, he did…” he said to the floor, grumbling something fierce. Molly, however, was not going to let him get away with it. ”WHAT DID HE DO? ALL I SAW WAS YOU ATTACKING HIM FOR NO APPARENT REASON.”Owen looked up, his stubbornness coming out in his chin and nose. ”I fell down,” he said, folding his arms. Molly gave his ear another tug. ”ON TOP OF ANOTHER STUDENT, OWEN? AND THEN YOU PROCEEDED TO BEAT HIM SENSELESS FOR NO REASON OTHER THAN HE WAS IN YOUR WAY?”Owen’s mouth tightened. ”I fell down,” he said. ”I forgot I did, but I did.” Molly rolled her eyes and let him go. The Hufflepuff sank back against the wall, not daring to try and get up again. His arms folded, face stuck in a determined scowl, he stared past Molly. She sighed. Owen had become like another son to her- one more in the Ron-Fred-George mold than the Charlie-Bill-Percy mold. She knew why he wouldn’t talk about his fights- he’d told her himself. His father had beaten it into him; when grilled about a fight, the first excuse to use is “I fell down”. Reasons for the fight, as well as the actions of anyone in it were not supposed to be important. Owen had confided in Molly that when he’d told his mother about his beatings, his father had refused to speak to him. It was the ultimate lesson in not-tattling. Leaving Owen at the wall, Molly strode back towards the Slytherin. It was the same one she’d patched up after the Masque, a tall, dark boy with a scowl as deep as Owen’s. She gave him a hand up, then Summoned his wand and put it in her pocket. She wasn’t about to give him his wand back- not when Owen was still in the room. ”You can have this back as soon as I’m sure you won’t continue that little scrabble,” she assured him. Looking him over with a brisk manner born of much practice, Molly smiled at him, worried. ”Are you all right, dear?” she asked, then noticed his hand. A blackened stump replaced his pinkie finger. Molly’s lips tightened. Replacing digits was not beyond her skill to heal, but it was unusual for a student to have used a Frostbite Jinx to do it. Molly sighed. ”You’d better come into the office, dear- see if we can’t fix that finger. Do you still have it?” Turning before he could answer, she pointed her wand at Owen. ”If I hear so much as a PEEP from you, Master Riley, I’ll wallop you with a broomstick until your skin won’t hold water,” she threatened. He only tightened his arms, looking away. Satisfied that he was done for a while, Molly bustled the Slytherin into her office, sitting him down and pouring him a cup of tea. Turning her back on him, Molly opened the cabinets of potions and healing aids, searching for the dittany. ”I supposed this had to happen today,” she said with a sigh. ”I’ve got a girl coming in today to talk to Arram about his vision. Lord knows I did all I could- but he’ll still have times where he can’t see well at all. The girl’s got the same problem, only hers is much worse- I don’t know why her parents didn’t take her to St. Mungo’s right off. She’s in your House, dear- do you know her? Oh, what was her name, I can’t for the life of me remember…” Pulling the tiny bottle out of the cupboard, Molly turned back to the boy with a worried smile. ”How long has it been since you lost the finger?” she asked him with a brisk efficiency, but not unkindly.
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Post by eli on Aug 11, 2011 0:17:01 GMT -5
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Come crashing into my little world
The blasted lot of them had it seemed finally lost their ever loving mind.. First that tart marring his hand, and now this...This what second year; whom he only knew as " Look at little Puffle cry" had just completely lost his ever loving mind and took a swing at him..
Of course when he first saw Owen launch himself off the bed he laughed well that was till Owen started swinging, and not becoming more hurt became a matter of importance as the last thing he wanted was to have his nose look anything like Owen's which was still swollen to the size of a large pear.
"Bloody Hell the lot of them have gone around the bin..Has the bloody world fallen apart or something... MERLIN" Looking back over the Healer's shoulder he sneered at the younger boy.. “You do realize you are lucky we are in the School if I caught you in the streets, I'd..." Is about to say something regrettable, but catches himself before he does.. “Better hope you don't leave the professor's site, or I'll treat you like a rodent"
Seething with rage, but a controlled rage he follows the squat woman to the office.. Elijah at first doesn't understand why she wants to treat him in the privacy of her office, begins to suspect that she wants him.. Winces as this is the last thing he needs..
Look Lady I'm just need my finger fixed don't need Paunchy, super sized woo-fest.
"I wouldn't let him hurt me.. I wouldn't hurt him more than just smacking him around a bit.. He is a younger than me.. There is no honor in beating him up.. " His words and efforts reach no one as it seems he has no voice with her either, as she literally sits him down in a chair, as if he is some snot nosed toddler that needs to be man-handled cause of a temper fit..
Elijah not being a fan of pushy women is about to say something that would no doubt get him removed from all privileges, however that is when a pot full of wonderful smelling tea appears.
He know what it is.. Though he knows that drinking it is like drinking a muggle drink.. It is considered in bad taste, but it smells like the same stuff Diana used to make him on colder days when he would visit her..
It is then, and their that Elijah experience for the first time in his life the effects of comfort food.. Just the smell of the tea about brings him to a place warmer and happier..
In a manner of a child stealing a cookie he takes a sip and closes his eyes and tries for a second or so replay the memories in his mind as that is all he has now, Memories..
"Yes, IT Happened only a few minutes ago.." His eyes pop open as he evaluates her with a edge of skepticism. “you can fix it righ______"
Everything in his mind and off his lips vanishes as she makes mention of a what could only describe Diana.. Great, just great all he needed was her there seeing him injured like that, and Merlin what would happen if she started asking questions, and she finds out what he said to her little friend..
"Diana..” He said in a flat tone. " Ummm she coming soon?" Seriously debates life without a the use of that particular finger..
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Post by elvishbanana3 on Aug 12, 2011 16:10:12 GMT -5
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Molly could hardly believe Owen. The boy must have had a death wish- he got into fights weekly, if not daily. She heard the Slytherin boy laugh a little, then stop abruptly as the crash sounded- probably Owen throwing himself at the boy. The Slytherin allowed Molly to steer him away, but his words made her bristle. ”Bloody hell the lot of them have gone around the bin… Has the bloody world fallen apart or something?”He turned his head to shout back at Owen, sneering at him before Molly could smack him. ”You do realize you are lucky we are in the school- if I caught you in the streets, I’d… Better hope you don’t leave the professor’s sight, or I’ll treat you like a rodent.”Owen lifted his chin, pale green eyes meeting the Slytherin boy’s. ”I’ll be waiting,” he said coldly. Molly rolled her eyes and pointed her wand threateningly at the first-year. ”If you so much as move a toe in his direction, Owen Riley, I will put you in Hospital Wing for the rest of the year. Same goes for you, boy.” She glared at the Slytherin until she was sure he got the message. As she bustled the Slytherin into her office, where she kept all of her remedies, she couldn’t help noticing his slow, reluctant steps. Why would he be so hesitant about getting his finger back? she wondered. Her warning about his wand privileges met the reaction she’d expected. She’d confiscated wands before- to make sure her patients were safe, of course. They didn’t always go down well. ”I wouldn’t let him hurt me… I wouldn’t hurt him more than just smacking him around a bit… He is younger than me… there is no honor in beating him up.””Well, that’s a blessing,” said Molly dryly, narrowly avoiding the urge to roll her eyes again. Who did this Slytherin boy think he was? ”You really think I care how much of a beating you give that boy? A beating is a beating, whether it lasts five minutes or fifty. And I’ll thank you not to threaten my patients, Master Scamp,” she added sarcastically. Despite not liking the boy much, Molly let him take a cup of tea. His face changed as the fragrant steam hit his nose. Wrinkles and lines vanished, replaced by an almost happy expression. Boy must like his tea, she thought, as he took a sip and closed his eyes. Molly recognized pain in his expression, and wondered where it came from. It was sorrow- not the “ouch” look she associated with missing digits. Without Molly wanting it to do so, her heart softened slightly. She knew or suspected that not all Slytherins had an easy time of it at home. Rather than be supported in all of their actions, pureblood children were often pressured to be perfect. Women’s reputations were chief among their priorities, as well as appearances. She wondered vaguely what the boy sipping tea had gone through, what kind of pressure he was facing to make him seem so sad. ”Yes, it happened only a few minutes ago. You can fix it, righ-” He asked the question with a certain degree of suspicion. Molly nodded, waving a hand. ”Easily, dear. You aren’t the first to have lost a digit- though the frostbite is unusual.”His eyes widened as she mentioned the Slytherin girl. He must know her, then- though I can’t tell whether they get along or not.”Diana…”Molly knew then, exactly what was going on. “Diana”, the school’s only blind girl, had obviously captured the attention of the Slytherin. And by the sorrowful longing in his face as he said her name, even as he tried to hide it with a flat tone of voice, told her it hadn’t gone well. Molly pulled more ingredients out of the cupboard- the boy would need a Limb-Repair Potion to fix that kind of damage. Casting her mind to the gossip she overheard, Molly vaguely remembered something about a Diana and Draco Malfoy. She didn’t like the Malfoy boy- and didn’t think highly of any girl who did. Pity welled up in Molly’s heart. The poor boy sitting in her office must have been heartbroken. ”Ummm she coming soon?”Molly turned back, putting bottles and containers on the table. ”Make sure you don’t drink any of these, dear- best stick to the tea. I have no idea when she’s coming- but she’ll be popping in to take Arram out for a walk, and then she’ll drop him off when they’ve finished. You needn’t see her if you don’t want to, dear,” she said gently. ”Isn’t she the one who went with that awful Draco Malfoy to the Halloween Masque? I can’t say I think much of her judgment- but she could have been forced into it; knowing what I do of those Malfoys, I can’t rule it out. Poor girl if she was. Fool girl if she wasn’t.”Setting her potion cauldron over the fire in place of her kettle, Molly began brewing, smiling a little at the boy. ”I’m Madam Robinson, obviously in charge of Hospital Wing. I’ve fixed you up before, dear, but I never caught your name. And I’d like to hear who jinxed this finger off, too. I’ve no love for anyone who sends people to this part of the castle.”
OF YOU PROTECTING ME- AND I PROTECTING YOU- WHAT WAS THAT YOU’D SAY- MAKE YOUR OWN MISTAKES- AND WHEN YOU’RE GROWN- MAKE SURE THAT YOU REMAIN THE SAME [/scrolly][/scrolly] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px;][atrb=colspan,2][scrolly:as(width: 440px; line-height: 100%; font-family: arial; text-size: 9pt; padding: 0px; 10px 0px 0px;)][scrolly:as(color:#555; font-size: 10pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; background-color:#fff; opacity: .8; height: 85px; width: 440px; padding: 2px 2px 0px 0px; overflow: auto; line-height: 91%;)]
NOW I REALIZE- WHAT WAS ON
YOUR MIND- WHEN YOU LEFT MY
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