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Post by Elizabeth James on Oct 21, 2006 13:59:27 GMT -5
Dom nodded, taking what she shoved at him and moving over to Cal's bed. He looked at his cousin's best friend, feeling anger swelling in his chest. They would pay for this. Whatever the deal, he was certain that Adam and his friend were to remain unharmed. He would be having a word with them the next time they showed their faces here...
He began to use the potion on some of the wounds, finding most of them closing. The one on his chest, however, was a different story. It wasn't closing, despite his efforts, and it was a major contributor to his blood loss. He gasped. Oh no. This must have been the work of the Sectumsempra curse... He looked at the healer, catching her a little ways down. "Emilia! We need help immediately!" He had healed the other cuts and sealed many up with his wand, but this one... It couldn't be cured with a potion. It required a spell, that much he knew. What the spell was, however, he was not sure. It was more of a chant, but he had never heard it in its full length...
Suddenly, a girl was screaming about Felicia not being alive. Elizabeth saw Emilia rush over, and she was shortly behind her. She was instructed to try and bring life back to her, and she let out a shaky breath. She took a deep breath and began muttering incantations, hoping to find any sign of life within the young girl. If there was one, she would be certain to hold it and call in the healer. (x.x;; Pickle, it's up to you now...)
Alec had finished with Adam. The boy had awoken, and he mumbled,"Where's Cal?" Alec looked at the boy and said,"Your friend is being treated... As for you, you must stay where you are. Just try and get some rest..." Adam tried to sit up, and Alec pushed him back down, saying,"Are you hurt anywhere else?" Adam nodded, pointing with his left hand to his right wrist and his leg. Alec noted the odd angle of his leg and figured the wrist was probably sprained. He magicked a splint for the wrist and placed it in it, wrapping it tightly. He then healed his leg and gave him a potion to help with the pain and the concussion he'd received that had knocked him unconscious.
Alec looked around, spotting Natalie Richards left unattended. There was blood pooling in the floor from her, and he quickly ran to her bed, calling,"Emilia! Have you checked her yet?!" He dashed to her side, feeling for a pulse. He gasped. There was none. He quickly shouted,"Someone help me! She's not breathing, and there's no pulse!" He tried to heal her wounds, managing to seal most of them up decently well, but nothing was helping. He wasn't a healer, and he didn't know any spells to help with this sort of thing.
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Post by Emilia Barbiero on Oct 21, 2006 14:52:00 GMT -5
"My head..." The murmured words left Emilia's lips as she glanced frantically from left to right, trying to decide which call of distress to answer first. In the end, she chose Alec's, and dashed to the injured girl on the bed. There was blood everywhere... All over the white floor, all over Natalie... how could Emilia have missed her? No matter. That could be discussed later. Now... they needed to help this girl.
Emilia checked for her pulse again, murmured spells and massaged her heart... there was nothing. Shocked beyond imagination, the Healer stood there, staring at the girl, then up at Alec. "Oh, God... I... I think she's dead. I can't find anything. She cold, and white, and..." She trailed over, features blank. She didn't know what had got into her; maybe it was the fact that someone had died, maybe it was the guilty feeling that perhaps this girl could have been saved if Emilia had acted quicker. She just didn't know.
Meanwhile, Adeline was still sitting near Lexi. She heard Dom's calls, and, seeing no reaction whatsoever from the frozen Emilia, jumped to her feet. Adeline herself had had some training in healing, and she was sure she could remember the spell to fix the cuts. She appeared next to Dom, and said urgently, "I think I know the spell.” She took the potion off the professor, and turned to Cal. She raised her wand over the wound, the closed her eyes.
What was the first line of the ‘chant’ type spell again? She knew it was long, and she’d have to concentrate. It was something like… close this cut… heal this…to- To the wounds which must be closed! That was it! But the enchantment was in Italian, so…
Thinking hard, Adeline whispered, hoping to Merlin that this would work: “Alle ferite che devono essere chiuse…” The next part. What was the next part…? It came to her in a second. “Preghiamo ai dii che cosa deve dirsi a.” – We pray to the Gods what must be told. The Headmistress became more confident as she, opening her eyes, saw the wound begin to close some; helped along immensely by the potion she was gently rubbing in. The words came quicker, and with it the healing. Soon, it was just about closed, and she managed to awkwardly dress it with a crisp, white bandage.
Hands shaking, she turned to Domitan and said, “I think I did it.” Quietly, amazed, she returned to her previous position, next to Alexys’ bed.
{I know, I know. Crappy God mode. Again, if it’s wrong, tell me and I’ll try something else. ^^;}
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Post by Charlie Sonata on Oct 22, 2006 9:10:24 GMT -5
Charlie was hardly aware of the pajamas that were thrust at her. She took them weakly, and let them slip from her weak grasp to the floor in a quite rustle of material. She stood up slowly, like a fawn testing it's legs; shaky and uncertain. Her face was drained of all colour. But she wasn't as pale as Felicia.
"She's dead, isn't she." Charlie asked nobody inparticular, her lips barely moving as she spoke, her green eyes moist with more tears as she stared down at her silent and still friend, who gave no sign of life, no matter how desperately the teacher tried, "She's dead. They killed her. They fucking killed her..."
She could feel her knees starting to give way, and she stumbled backwards so she sat on her own bed. Bile burned her throat as she tried not to throw up. Hand over her mouth, Charlie couldn't even cry like she wanted to. She wanted to sob and scream and get it all out, but she couldn't. The glistening tears rolled slowly down her face, and her shoulders shook with silent sobs. Her best and only friend in the whole world, more of a a sister than her real sibling, was dead.
"And it's all my fault..."
Lexi's eye's fluttered lightly as he felt himself coming round from what he hoped was just a very bad dream. His head was spinning, and pounding like his brain was trying to escape, and he was having trouble breath, like he had a heavy cold.
"Worst...hangover....ever..." he mumbled, turning on his side, and groping for the warm body beside him, and finding none. In his semi-sleep he frowned, "Sephy?"
Brown eyes opened wide and Alexys tried to sit up, much to the protest of many aching muscles. Where was he? Where was his friend? Why did he hurt so much? Why was there people crying and yelling?
"Headmistress?" he said vaguely, squinting at the figure beside his bed. He was clear distressed and really quite confused, "Why am I here? Please, where's...where's Serphius? I - I need to find him. Please, I need to find him!" |
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Post by Headmistress Adeline Darcy on Oct 22, 2006 9:33:24 GMT -5
Adeline smiled, relieved, as Alexys began to wake, and took the potion that Emilia had left off his bedside table, shifting in her seat. "Calm yourself, Alexys," she said. "Your friend Mister de la Ravin is - unless he is foolishly wandering the halls for a midnight snack - sound asleep in his bed, most probably snoring, and none the wiser to the events that have happened tonight."
She handed him the potion bottle, along with a spoon. "Take three spoonfuls of that. Your old nose will be fixed up in no time, kid." She glanced around, then called to Braeden, who gave her the other potion, the one he and Alexander had both used. She waved it at Lexi. "And then some of this; a simple painkiller." She paused, then added reassuringly, "You should be out by tomorrow, if you just get a good night's rest. Your friend's will be queing* up to visit you, I'm sure."
{*Sure I've spelled this wrong, but my spell check isn't working.}
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Post by Alexys Prso on Oct 22, 2006 13:29:38 GMT -5
Alexys quietly took the potion to heal his nose and the spoon from the Headmistress. He gulped down three spoonfuls of it, and gagged. It tasted like earwax.
"You don't understand Headmistress. He doesn't sleep, he wanders. Has insomnia and he can get into all sorts of trouble, even on a normal night!" Lexi ranted pleadingly, waving away the painkillers. He didn't want anything that might dull his senses, no matter how sore he got, "I have to make sure he's okay. he panics, and gets ill. I need to find him, please, just let me go find him! I'll look after myself! I'll come right back too..."
Alexys looked away, closing his pale brown eyes for a moment. His chest felt tight. They'd almost gotten him. Judging by the carnage around him, they'd almost gotten quite a few people. What if the bastards had gotten Serphius? Just thinking about it was enough to make the breath catch in his throat. He brushed away the tears threatening to spill down his burning cheeks, and looked sharply back up at Darcy.
"Please, you have to let me find him...You...You don't know what he means to me." |
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Post by Elizabeth James on Oct 31, 2006 16:47:45 GMT -5
((This'll be short and sweet, but I'm very short on time... *grumbles about Halloween* >.<))
Dom looked up as Adeline came over, chanting after a moment and sealing up the wound. He gave her the smallest of smiles in thanks before turning immediately to Cal. He had lost so much blood... He looked up at Emilia uncertainly. What was he supposed to do? He wasn't sure how to help him with that... He pressed a finger to his head. He was getting a migrane. He then called,"Emilia, we need to recover some of his blood... He's lost far too much..." It was all he could do now...
Elizabeth took a step back, seeing that nothing was working, and the tears came, spilling down her cheeks slowly. She had lost a student already... She wiped them away angrily, and it was all she could do not to go running back to kill the Death Eaters who had done this. She wiped her eyes, putting on a stronger face, before she turned around to Charlie. She sat down on the bed beside her and whispered,"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... I wish..." She took a shaky breath. "I wish there was something more we could have done..." She clenched a fist in the sheets, forcing herself to relax. "They will pay, though... Somehow, they will pay... I promise you that." She looked at her, putting her arm around the girl comfortingly.
Alec looked at Emilia, a slightly shocked look on his face. Here was a girl who had her entire life before her only a mere hour ago, and now she was dead. That chance had been stolen by Death Eaters who had seen the need to punish the students for God knows what reason... He took a deep breath and heard Dom calling for Emilia. He turned to the healer and put his arm around her shoulders, steering her to Cal's bed. She had to get away from there, or she might just lose all her nerves...
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