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Post by Narrator on Feb 5, 2008 11:35:07 GMT -5
The three students, Katherine Nanette, Sebastian Gregoire and Victoire Weasley entered the hospital wing, supporting Aesir between their wands.
They lowered him onto a bed, and Victoire checked to make sure he was still breathing.
Then they waited.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Feb 5, 2008 13:14:39 GMT -5
It's a shame they didn't finish ye off boy. It'd've been a noble way ter die, killed by a wizarding world creature instead of some stupid flyin' test ye seem so keen on.
Really, Aesir, you couldn't even die properly. Ye ran with yer broom tuck between yer legs like some wee sissy. Big brave man ye are, making our family proud like that.
Come on! Ye know I can't even-
Shut up! Ye think we want ter hear any of yer pathetic, shameful, Squib excuses? Ye're nothing but a pitiful stain on our family name! I wish we could have been lucky enough that ye were killed! No! Instead, there ye are still livin', still able ter disgrace the reputation of our family!
Ye know, I kinda wish I'd have gone through with some of them threats when we were younger. Maybe let ye stay in the attic a while longer, all petrificused like that until ye starved, or maybe make ye choke on a blasting curse. Ye know, I heard of this one curse that actually dissolves all of yer flesh of slowly, that'd have been fun...I think the Dark Lord would have been pleased to know a pathetic abomination like yerself was eliminated.
We could have been so much more because of you.
Now we're nothing.
We're as good as dead.
And we'll be waitin' for ye...
In his nightmare, he saw something, heard something roar and leap at him, knock him to the ground. In a horrified moment, Aesir bolted upright, screaming.
"Get it away from me, get it off! It's gonna kill me! It's gonna-"
He franticly backpedaled and fell from the bed, landing on the floor. His wounds flared in pain as he landed and he screamed out in agony.
Aesir was screaming incessantly, in both pain and delusions, until he finally broke down into terrified sobs.
"I don't want ter die! Stop it! Leave me alone! Why won't ye leave me alone! I never done nothing wrong! Stop it! Oh, GOd, please have mercy, it hurts so much...!"
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Post by Elsbeth Pierce on Feb 5, 2008 13:55:04 GMT -5
Elsbeth had followed the injured into the Hospital Wing, to keep an eye on her students and staff, and show some moral support. If needed, she would help with potions, on word from the St. Mungo's doctors who would be arriving any moment.
She watched miserably as Aesir screamed on his hospital bed, and almost jumped when he fell onto the floor in pain. She rushed over as he started sobbing, and gently levitated him back onto his bed. She tried to comfort him, taking hold of a weak hand in her own. She said softly, "Hush, Aesir. Don't worry, you'll be alright. I promise."
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Feb 5, 2008 14:12:07 GMT -5
Aesir thrashed and screamed all the more when Elsbeth levitated him. His strength was soon sapped. As he landed on the bed, he was already a moaning heap, still choking back terrified sobs.
"No more magic! Stop, please! I'm beggin' ye, Kenneth! Don't hurt me!I don't wan ter die!"
He was delirious, in a state of complete and utter terror. Feebly, he shuffled around in the bed, trying to flee from his invisible assailant, but he'd occasionally twist and cry out in pain when he'd aggravate his wound again.
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Post by Elsbeth Pierce on Feb 5, 2008 14:16:38 GMT -5
"Shh..." she tried soothing him, again. "Nobody's going to hurt you."
Who's Kenneth? And why is he talking about someone hurting him when he was hurt by some monster?
She stroked his head, in an attmept at comforting him.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Feb 5, 2008 14:35:22 GMT -5
He gulped back a cry of pain, shutting it behind clenched teeth. His one good eye fluttered by Elsbeth for a moment and he seemed to calm down some, but still held firmly in the palm of panic.
"Elsbeth, please, please. Make it stop, make them go away. It hurts...why do they keep wanting to hurt me? Oh, God...Our Father, who art in Heaven...hallowed be thy name-" he twitched and cried out in pain some more. "Make them go away, Elsbeth. Please, make them stop..."
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Post by Elsbeth Pierce on Feb 5, 2008 14:41:46 GMT -5
"Shh, don't worry..."Elsbeth didn't know what else to do aside from just being there and trying her best to comfort him in whatever way she knew how. It wasn't working so well, but he visibly calmed a little.
She continued stroking his head, and whispering encouragement, all the while hoping the doctors would arrive soon.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Feb 5, 2008 14:51:20 GMT -5
His brief, nightmarish entrance into reality soon ended as he was slowly calmed by Elsbeth. He fell into an uneasy, fitful state of sleep, whimpering and mumbling on occasion from the pain of his wounds.
Both mental and physical.
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Redic Silizar
Professor Head of Slytherin
History of Magic Professor
Knowledge is the only source of true power.
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Post by Redic Silizar on Feb 5, 2008 17:45:39 GMT -5
His footsteps barried deep into the snow with his weight. His destination was here. His owl was sent last night to tell the Head Mistress of his arrival. He shrugged off the snow that began to fall from the sky which began to collect on his massive shoulders. He was well built, tall and somewhat erie.
He heaved up his bags and continued onwards to the gates looking for a place to leave them be. His eyes began to scan the scenary before him. Memories began to florish into his head as he began to recall things in the past though no emotion showed on his face. He looked about for the woman in charge and was told where she was at the moment. He nodded to the person who told him where she was and began his trek to the wing.
He opened the doors slowly and entered. The tall man was dressed in black. In the normal attire of a professor but with a few more added items to conceal most of his body. The face was still present which introduced his dark tanned skin. His eyes were dark blue which had somewhat of an intense stare as if he were always serious. He looked about in the group and spoke in a deep voice not trying to sound demanding or angered.
"And who among you would be Head Mistress of the school?" He said calmly standing there with his arms crossed on his back.
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Post by Elsbeth Pierce on Feb 5, 2008 18:30:23 GMT -5
Elsbeth squeezed Aesir's hand and rose slowly to greet the new professor. Or at least, she assumed he was the new professor, as she had recieved an owl last night telling of his imminent arrival. She eyed him suspiciously, but not in an obvious way.
She walked over to the man, and extended her hand in greeting. "T'would be me, Elsbeth Pierce." she said, with a tight lipped smile. It was hard to smile after the happenings of that evening's dinner.
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Redic Silizar
Professor Head of Slytherin
History of Magic Professor
Knowledge is the only source of true power.
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Post by Redic Silizar on Feb 5, 2008 18:37:30 GMT -5
He looked down to the hand then up to the head mistress in silence. His mind wondered for a little while as he pondered what to do.
"I am Redic Silizar. I applied here for teaching the history of.." He then stalled as he seemed to savor the next word. "Magic."
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Post by Neville Longbottom on Feb 5, 2008 19:31:59 GMT -5
Neville strode in the room, levitating Isabelle Wesker through the opening. He lowered her gently on the bed, nodded at the Headmistress, and strode over to the fireplace. He lit it with a wave of his wand, and tossed in a handful of Floo powder.
"I will be back very shortly with some St. Mungo's doctors. Try to keep them all quiet. Elsbeth... Nicholas and Zea should be bringing in Althea shortly. She's in bad shape."
He glanced at the shocked students.
"Thank you for your help. You should get back to your common rooms now, though. Keep an eye on the younger students, please."
He turned back to the flickering fire, and stepped in.
"St. Mungo's," he said, and whirled away.
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Post by Elsbeth Pierce on Feb 5, 2008 19:43:29 GMT -5
Elsbeth stared at the man a little uneasily. Most would have taken her hand for the greeting, not simply looked at it.
"Yes, I recieved your owl. Welcome to Hogwarts Mister Silizer." She gestured toward the injured, "...Though it is in sad times that you've arrived."
She turned her attention to Neville Longbottom as he entered with Isabelle Wesker floating in front of him. She nodded in acknowledgment, and thanked him. "Thank you, Neville. Please be quick!"
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Redic Silizar
Professor Head of Slytherin
History of Magic Professor
Knowledge is the only source of true power.
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Post by Redic Silizar on Feb 5, 2008 19:48:50 GMT -5
He slowly walked over to the man in the bed. His eyes continuiously examining him carefully. He stared at the man for a short while then turned his head slightly in a cocked motion. As if he was somewhat intrieged to know what occured. He turned back to Elsbeth and spoke again in his neutral and calm tone.
"Hmm... So what occured that caused this man sitting here?"
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Post by Lilianne Wesker on Feb 5, 2008 20:21:08 GMT -5
Lilianne watched Professor Longbottom set her sister down on the bed, then leave. She walked to Isabelle's side. She was lying down on her stomach, since her main injuries were on her back.
She silently prayed for the St. Mungo doctors to make it in quick. Isabelle had lost so much blood... and she was still loosing some, since Dr. Lannsman didn't have time to completely stop the bleeding before...
Lilianne sniffled and blinked hard, trying to chase the tears away.
I still need to hold on a bit longer...
Chocking up a sob, Lilianne set to work cleaning out her sister's wounds the best she could, removing the bits of torn clothes that were stuck to them.
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