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Post by Catherine Dunham on Oct 1, 2012 21:18:06 GMT -6
Click… click… click…click… click…
There. That sound again. The same clicking that had been bugging the hell out of Catherine during the past hour she had spent in the library. Not only did she have to spend so much time inside on a very fine, sunny day (probably one of the last nice days before winder, at that) but now that fracking sound made the whole situation even less tolerable. For what felt like the billionth time, Catherine once again turned her head to locate the source of the clicking but yet again, she found nothing. It seemed to come from above one of the shelves, inside the wall?
With an annoyed shrug, Catherine continued to work. Her next class for the 7th year students was coming up, and the school had changed the curriculum from last year - it was much more advanced now, and while she knew most of the new stuff, she wanted to make sure she had didn’t mix anything up. Currently, she went through one of the more advanced Potion books Hogwarts Library had in its possession. It’s funny how much she had already forgotten from when she was a student herself.
Click... click...click...click....
“That’s it...!” Catherine muttered angrily and slammed her book shut as she forcefully got up on her feet and stalked towards the suspicious shelf. As a rather short woman, she could barely reach the middle of the bookshelves in the library without assistance. So, she used one of the stairs and managed to climb all the way up to the top of the shelf, and with a disgusted grimace realized how much dust that had been gathered there over the years.
Click... click...click...click....
It was definitely coming from inside the wall. There was a dark opening, a small little crack that seemed to fit a hand. If she could only reach it...
Catherine moved forward, her body now resting on the top of the shelf while her legs were hanging in the air. She tried to fit a hand into the crack but didn’t come close enough.
Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click!
The sound started to get louder, and faster. Catherine was too focused to notice anyone else in this section of the library - for all she knew, she was completely alone - and therefore did not hear anyone approach.
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Post by Jessica Lillian Mars on Oct 2, 2012 4:32:05 GMT -6
 The fact that she had gotten a free period in the middle of the day did not change the fact that she needed to study. Although she did not have any more day classes left she did have a looming Astronomy lesson that very evening and Jessica sorely needed to read up on that subject. Although she had had every possible opportunity to read on Astronomy – even muggles read that – her mother had forbidden all and any books related to Hogwarts to even enter the house. Her entire stack of books and equipment had been expelled to the shack outside their house, much to Jessica’s chagrin. It was embarrassing whenever she came back to Hogwarts without having studied as much as her peers. And so the first months at Hogwarts was never that smooth transection that most people had, no, Jessica had to study like a madwoman possessed. She was also a sixth year now and their workload was even worse than before. The professors never seemed to run out of new things to teach them, and they never seemed to care that each subject wanted to outrun each other in workload.
Despite the sun calling to her to come outside and bask in the sunshine, Jessica gloomily wandered off to the library. She had spent the past hour eating a through lunch while reading a muggle magazine about motorbikes that her brother had sent her. However, the break was over and Jessica sorely needed to read up on Astronomy. She found a table and a rather comfortable chair near one of the big windows at the far end of the library where she sat down. Within 10 minutes her things and books laid sprawled on the table while she had her nose in a nebula. It was rather quiet in the library today. Most people were enjoying the last dying breath of the nice weather, and it was then that Jessica heard it too. Her sensitive hearing picked up on a intense ticking sound and her head perked up from the book. Had she possessed long pointy ears they would’ve stood straight up. There was a sort of distant and cold look about her face as she gazed at nothing and tried to locate the aria of the sound. She got to her feat and walked towards the sound.
Jessica rounded a corner into another section of books and blinked, as all she saw was the behind of a person. She wasn’t sure if she was startled or just found it incredibly funny. Regardless Jessica kept her face in place, although a small smile lingered in the corners of her mouth. She arched one of her eyebrows slightly as she cleared her throat a little and said: “Uumm, excuse me?”
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HERBOLOGY PROFESSOR
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Post by Catherine Dunham on Oct 2, 2012 22:44:20 GMT -6
As the sound of a young lady reached her ears, Catherine froze, forgetting the clicking-sound completely. In a very not-so-graceful manner, she tried to crawl back a bit so she could stabilize on the stairs again. She tried to control the panic that welled up inside her, as she hadn’t realize that how high up she actually was. With a forced smile, she looked up to greet the other person, all the while her hands were desperately holding the stairs, trying to make them as stable as possible.
”Oh, hello, miss Mars...” she began, her casual tone not very convincing. ”I was just, uhm...” Catherine hurriedly picked out a random book from the nearest shelf. ”Uhm... reading this book... about, uh, Kneazle-fever. Yeah... “
What the hell is Kneazle-fever..?
”Really important... these... uh... things.” She hurried down the stairs, keeping the forced smile on her face while brushing off the dust that seemed to cover her whole front. ”So... What are you doing inside this fine day? You should be out... uh... playing with the other students. Or whatever you teenagers do with each other.”
She heard how wrong that sounded. She knew exactly what teenagers were up to whenever they got the chance. Catherine started to blush, and quickly tried to cover it by clearing her throat while brushing off the rest of the dust from her arms.
Nicely handled, Cat...
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Post by Jessica Lillian Mars on Oct 3, 2012 11:25:39 GMT -6
It was quite the comical appearance, the professor hanging over the rack of books with her rear end sticking out for the whole word to see. Jessica simply could not resist the small smile that lingered so slightly in the corners of her lips, it was just too adorable. Yes, adorable. Even though Professor Dunham was over 10 years older than her sometimes Jessica simply had to smile at the childish and aloof air that surrounded the Professor. Don’t get her wrong, Jessica quite enjoyed Professor’s Dunham’s quirky nature, but her behaviour was almost whimsical at times. Like now. The way the Professor’s words lingered while she spoke reminded Jessica of a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Adorable. With careful, brown eyes Jessica gave the professor an incredulous look at her choice of literature. Jessica was not the one to judge the Professors choice of reading and simply nodded. She had no idea what Kneazle-fever was, and neither did she have any intention of finding out. All she could do was nod her head in agreement and form an “o” with her mouth. She wasn’t quite sure if she was required to answer to that blunt statement.
Jessica tried to smile but failed miserably as the professor turned the topic towards her. At her words Jessica wasn’t sure if she laugh or stare, and so she did a mixture of both, which made it seem incredibly awkward. Yes, the awkwardness intensified. Jessica was uncomfortable, and her cheeks were slightly stained. Professor Dunham sure was straightforward. Jessica finally managed a small smile and cleared her throat. She was not easily put off but Professor Dunham seemed to have that effect on people, either she made them fall blatantly in love with her, or she made it strangely awkward. “Well, I was, uhm, there’s a lot to read up on,” Jessica said, trying to gather her thoughts again. She wasn’t sure why she had reacted the way she did, perhaps it had been normal teenage hormones as Jessica did not have a boyfriend of any kind, although that hadn’t stopped her from playing a promiscuous card this summer.
“And then I heard that strange sound,” Jessica quickly said, wanting to steer the conversation back to something a little less awkward. “Did you not hear it, I thought it came from over here somewhere,” Jessica muttered the last part, letting her words linger in the air.
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Post by Catherine Dunham on Oct 4, 2012 22:19:22 GMT -6
Catherine wondered if she’d ever get used to it, these awkward situations she always managed to create out of nothing. But it had been like this her entire life and she never learned from her previous experiences. Never knew when to shut up. Never realized how to form a sentence in your head before you said it. No, she always had to say whatever popped up in her head. Her brothers thought it was some kind of Tourette syndrome.
But as the girl mentioned that annoying sound, Catherine forgot all about the previous awkward moment - as if it had never happened - and nodded eagerly.
”Yes! Thank you!” she said enthusiastically. ”That bloody sound has been shitting with my head for hours!” She turned to look at the direction of the sound, shaking her head annoyingly, until she realized that she had cursed twice in front of a student and gave Jessica an apologetic smile. ”Uh, sorry about that. You shouldn’t be swearing... It’s bad for you.”
Nice one. Role model of the year... the cynical, dry voice in Catherine’s head said with a slow clap.
Catherine moved her attention to the shelves again, a thoughtful frown appearing on her face as the sound came back - more intense than earlier.
”Let’s have a look, shall we?” Catherine said and nodded at another set of stairs for Jessica to use, while she climbed up on hers again.
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Post by Jessica Lillian Mars on Oct 6, 2012 16:54:31 GMT -6
Watching the professor was like watching a child’s mind unfold. The woman had the attention span of a goldfish. All it took was a word for the professor to change her mind, and it was almost frightfully fascinating. It was actually kind of strange to imagine that the professor was able to hold an entire lesson without getting completely side trailed by someone’s hair bow. Jessica smiled a little at the professor’s enthusiasm towards the ticking sound, and she began to suspect that the professor had indeed been roaming around for that noise from the very beginning and not looking up Kneazle Fever.
Jessica raised an eyebrow a little as the professor began to fumble with her words about swearing. Jessica hasn’t even registered the two swearwords that had been uttered, and she certainly didn’t mind it. “Actually,” Jessica said, with a slight smirk creeping up on her lips as she spoke, “I think that sometimes swearing is the only way to get your point across,” she said boldly. Although Jessica was more than aware that Catherine Dunham was a professor and a faculty member of this school, she still had the air of being a 16-year-old teenager, and it was uncannily easy to speak with her; aside from her awkward moments of course.
As Professor Dunham climbed back up the stairs and dived back into where Jessica had first found her, Jessica thought: “oh well, why the hell not,” and got the stairs and pushed it over the professor. Jessica climbed up as well, now standing shoulder to shoulder with the blonde. “Can you see anything?” Jessica murmured, scrutinizing her eyes. From where she stood it was hard to get a good view. Speaking of views, what a strange sight it must be to see two bottoms in the air.
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Post by Catherine Dunham on Oct 9, 2012 11:14:24 GMT -6
It probably was considered highly unprofessional, but Catherine couldn’t help but feel at ease with young miss Mars, or Jessica, as her first name was. The girl had that maturity which was so rare among 16-year-olds, and it was easy, uncomplicated to talk to her. Most students were either still kids, or so far deep into the annoying puberty, that having a normal, equal discussion with them were usually harder than teaching them about the different phases of an alfalfa root - which was hard.
With a smile, Catherine noticed that the girl came up beside her.
”Not yet... “ she answered, using the light of her wand to lit up the surrounding areas around the dark cracks in the wall. ”Maybe it’s an animal who’s stuck in there...” Catherine said, frowning at the idea of a poor little creature being imprisoned in these stone walls. ”But it might as well be something crazy. A ghost, perhaps. Hogwarts is too old to not have the most unexpected things in its walls.”
The clicking had stopped, but they were too far invested in finding out what it was to stop now. Catherine knew, in the back of her head, that she should probably find the caretaker and have him look at it, but then - if the sound wasn’t there anymore - he’d yell at her and she’d look like an idiot.
”Maybe if we could get in behind the shelves...” Catherine said thoughtfully, wondered if she was magically strong enough to move them. She gave Jessica an observing look. ”How good are you with levitation spells...?”
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Post by Verrell Thierry Chevalier on Oct 14, 2012 21:47:09 GMT -6
‘One last time’ he mused.
Verrell held the ball with precision within his grip, as he had been tossing the object repeatedly against the wall for what he could count had been minutes, or hours perhaps. It was a quirk of his, just to have his hands busy as he submerged himself into the depths of the lecture. He couldn’t know whether this would be hideous to someone else or not, but he couldn’t dismiss the thought or care about it either. The French cocky bloke was more of a haughty being to have others in consideration, for the most craving and important their requests could be. Then again, the man hoisted his right arm, letting an explosive move propelled the ball out of his grip and beyond, slamming against the corner where walls and ceiling gathered, where without his notion there seemed to exist a fissure in the structure, having his noisy lecture be audible for those who were at the opposite side of the wall. There was supposed to be an aisle from the Library or something alike, though the Slytherin was too much abstracted to pay attention to the surroundings, details or else.
“And so on, in different aspects, these are remarkable and defiant unlike the rest of the darkest creatures…” his voice trailed off, just as he occasionally spoke of what he was reading, just for himself. He had been reading an advance book of Defence Against the Dark Arts and he was studying an extent about the most dangerous creatures known by wizards. Even when Dementors could span a lot of topics in there, there were other subjects that had engaged him sufficiently to keep him off reality. Whether this would be enchanting for others or not, it wasn’t a matter that actually minded him. The strange ball he was throwing wasn’t a regular one, but a golden stuffed ball that despite being solid and of a rigid material cushioned against surfaces because of a charm he had casted upon it, forcing a clicking sound whenever it hit against any surface, regardless of how hard or soft it was.
“This asset is a muddling point of controversy for many… since” again his words fading away, just revealing titbits of his reading, though it wasn’t necessarily crucial for him, but more of a reminder. He caught the ball in his hand, halting the noise almost instantly, though something called his attention almost summarily, as he could sort of hear something through the stoned walls, causing an brow to arch and a hint of curiosity to arise in his countenance. ‘Something’s odd’ it reverberated in his mind, drawing his wand out of his pocket as he put the book down and stared at the crack, attentive to the sounds emerging from it.
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Post by Jessica Lillian Mars on Oct 15, 2012 13:50:52 GMT -6
Something told Jessica that if Professor Dunham had been 16 she would have probably been her friend. Jessica rarely even considered others to be her friend, but she felt such at ease with the professor that she almost wished that the woman was her age. Actually, sometimes the professor almost acted like she was her age, which was rather strange but oddly comforting. This oddly comfortable feeling that Jessica felt around Professor Dunham was probably part of the reason why she let her get away with her strange behaviour. While most students sometimes wondered if the professor was still in her teens, Jessica simply shrugged her shoulders and went along with it. Why question a good thing? The professor had actually managed to make Herbology interesting. Prior to Professor Dunham’s arrival to the school Jessica had found it nearly impossible to understand. She still struggled with remembering names, for some odd reason, and sometimes she mixed plants up with each other, but bottom line was that Herbology was starting to get interesting and it motivated her to study it. Besides, if Jessica wanted to master potions she was pretty sure she would need to know the difference between different kinds of herbs.
When the professor inquired about the levitation spell Jessica looked at her with a slightly raised eyebrow. Jessica hesitated for a moment before whipping out her wand from the pocket of her skirt. “I’m fairly good,” Jessica said confidently. The levitation spell was one of those spells she had managed to master, but that was only because it had been on the curriculum in their first year. Spells that she was learning now were much more advanced, not to mention non-verbal. “That shelf there?” Jessica asked, pointing with her wand. Non-verbally she cast the spell, managing to move the shelves just a little. But they were heavier than they looked. Jessica steadied herself, moving more upwards on the shelf they were currently leaning on.
For some reason the levitation charm did not seem powerful enough for Jessica, she was unable to move the shelf thoroughly. Annoyed at this result she let out a puff of air from her thinly formed lips and straightened herself a little. Forrowing her eyebrows and drawing up the fullest height possible in this awkwardly bent over position she drew her wand again, pointed at the shelves and calmly said: “Depulso!”
The effect was greater than first anticipated and although the shelf moved immediately, so did books, and as she shelf was pushed away a thick layer of dust exploded into the air. As she dust settled, Jessica coughed and looked up only to see a certain Slytherin boy covered in books and dust. He did not look very pleased, so say it mildly, and for some reason that made Jessica feel incredibly good. She did not have very warm feelings for Verrell Chevalier.
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Post by Catherine Dunham on Oct 16, 2012 23:01:41 GMT -6
The little Herbology professor couldn’t help but to smile as she observed her student perform the levitation. Even though the girl, sort of, ‘failed’ the first time, it was obvious that she had so much potential, so much strength. Catherine had been nowhere near that type of strength when she was in her sixth year. And because her magical skills were nowadays so focused in the Herbology-field, she didn’t really practice her wand-casting. Except the ones she used for everyday stuff, such as removing mud and dirt from her clothes and hair...
She noticed the change in Jessica. The girl began to gather that confidence, the “I can do it” spirit. Catherine almost recognized it immediately, as it was a very common behavior among the Gryffindor students.. Catherine rose her eyebrow slightly, curious about the girl's next move, but then nearly fell off the stairs as there was an explosion she had not been prepared for.
”Jikes...” she said, steading herself as she tried to focus through the mess of books and dust the girl’s spell had caused. ”Easy there, little miss Fireworks...” She put a hand on the girls shoulder as if to calm her. It was meant as a friendly, soothing gesture. But then she noticed another student, the unfortunate victim, no one other but Verrell Chevalier. Catherine did not like this student particularly much, but did not believe in injustice and therefore tried to treat her students equally - despite her personal feelings. But to be frank, the boy was an asshole.
”Oh dear...” Catherine muttered and climbed up towards the boy, or young man. ”Are you ok there, mr Chevalier...?” She kneeled beside him and poked him carefully with her wand.
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Post by Verrell Thierry Chevalier on Oct 18, 2012 20:43:05 GMT -6
Keeping hold of the wand as much as of the ball didn’t request much of skill for the talented boy, yet in matters of importance; the book had been set aside along with his regarding towards it. Verrell had abandoned all kind of focus the moment his attention had been darted upon the colossal book shelf that stood before him. It was tall, replete of numerous volumes and in a way it loomed above him, just like a sculpture of some mighty greek good or alike, chiselled with the most delicate touch. The French halted, instantly, just retreating slightly as he could hear the weak sound of something hovering for what seemed seconds, though it seemed to come from something over the shelves. The man couldn’t help but to throw assumptions at such action, just as he arched a brow with suspicious hint, letting his curiosity swelled like his abstract sense of apprehension. There seemed to be some noise coming from the other side, but it couldn’t prevent him from standing up with his wand in hand and leaving the gilded ball beside the book at the desk. He traversed the small distance between him and the enormous monument to knowledge, just reaching its nearness as he grasped one of the multiple edges with his bare hands, getting his ear closer to the thick division to the other side. The boy breathed in deep and just exhaled, absorbing as much silence of the atmosphere as he could.
Verrell stood still for what seemed a fraction of a minute, sighing slowly as he turned around and began a steady stroll towards his former seat, just retaining a strange expression upon his features as he moved onto his place. Frankly, it was completely unexpected what came afterwards, the moment the shelf was thrashed by an invisible force, making it fall loudly as it expelled all kinds of books in the very same direction. The height of the shelf was enough to not only reach him, but to bury him within a mountain of books, being buffeted by each as they contacted with his body. The Slytherin tumbled down, inevitably, following the trajectory of the falling objects and thumping against the floor, with a couple of bones fractured because of the incident. He couldn’t do anything but having intakes of oxygen as he strived his best to not to make a scandal about the whole scene. As a Pure-Blood, he was bound to restrict his emotions and not let them out. It occurred to him several insults in French, along with several in the english language, but he withheld them all, encapsulating them within his chest as he gasped poorly for air. Panting, the bloke shook an arm and part of his legs as he did his best to get himself out of the cluttered place. Such cumulous of books meant injuries in extent parts of his frame.
“I demand an explanation, Immediately!” the boy snarled, displaying a grimace he couldn’t exactly pretend to vanish.
Right away, his raised voice called the attention of those around, yet, it was just before a teacher, who seemed as much affected by the mishap as him was, and that he could recall from Herbology scurried in his rescue. The French evaluated her looks, just as she seemed open to aid him. “Why is it whenever I come to this place, such things happen?” his inquiry was replete of anger, as much as his husky tone was. Verrell was reluctant to enter himself into the depths of the library for being a public place for lecture, just as his parents told him to never mingle with those impure. It was insulting and disrespectful to his eyes to solely share the same room with them, let alone having to share the same books. Verrell carried his own for shunning this bother. “Oww.. ” he moaned, weakly, as he attempted to hoist his hand and felt ache below his armpits, at the ribs. This wasn’t common on him, but apparently, the untouchable being was feeble and fragile after all. Being slammed by a giant book shelf wasn’t the safest call.
“I require medical attention… immediately” he exclaimed, sweeping some books from his legs with his free arm as he straightened up on the hill of books, standing as much straight as he could. It wasn’t long enough for him to start to sense pain in his right shoulder, one of his thighs, one of his knees, the other hand and not to mention he had let go off his wand, disoriented and ignorant of its location. Whoever responsible for this would pay it, and it wouldn’t exactly involucrate any monetary value. Verrell stepped forth, limping because of his recent injuries, still poised and elegant, heading straight to the exit, though his pace was relatively hindered and paused.
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Post by Jessica Lillian Mars on Nov 3, 2012 15:50:35 GMT -6
At the sight of Verrell under a pile of books, Jessica couldn’t help but to let a sneaky smile linger on her lips. She had never cared for the cunning Slytherin, nor did she have any regrets for whatever misfortune might befall. Form her experience he would’ve done the same to her, only he would’ve done it on purpose. At least that was what she assumed. As far as Jessica knew Verrell didn’t seem to care about anyone but himself. He was a selfish, boisterous Slytherin, a lady-killer, charming his way in with his French accent or whatever he did to get women to bed with him. She loathed him, and apparently he felt the same about her. After all, the two had had many an encounter, which had never ended on good terms.
There was a part of her that wanted to smirk at the state that Verrell was in. Perhaps it was her wolfish side that sniggered so cruelly inside her, her wolfish side that felt excited by the vulnerable position the Slytherin was in. However, Jessica was not completely heartless and besides, it was her mess that had created the unfortunate situation that Verrell now found himself in. She let out an audible, slightly annoyed sigh at his demands. She crept up on the bookshelf and jumped down, standing now in front of the rubble and the pile of books, which Verrell lied under. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were there,” she said through clenched jaws.
As he demanded medical attention Jessica frowned a little. Although she had no gentle feelings to spare the guy she was not malicious and had had not intention of actually physically hurting someone. She lifted her wand and with a few swings the remaining books on top of Verrell were swooped away. She walked over to him and hesitated for a moment. She stood lingering, contemplating her next move. The Professor was tiny and small and most likely unable to support the muscular Slytherin, which left Jessica. She would have to help him, which wasn’t really a problem. Jessica was much, much, MUCH stronger than she looked. Even though she was only inches taller than the tiny professor she was incredibly strong, most likely because of her wolfish side. She took a hold of Verrell’s good arm. “C’mon,” she grumbled, trying to get him on his feet and to get his good arm around her shoulders for support.
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Post by Catherine Dunham on Nov 3, 2012 21:52:17 GMT -6
There was no way in hell Catherine would be able to support the young man to the hospital wing. Awkwardly, she patted him slightly on the shoulder as he tried to stand on his legs - as if that would help. It probably only made things worse. Fortunately, young miss Mars, came to the rescue. Catherine knew the girl had a strong willpower but apparently, she was also muscular. The Herbology professor gave the girl a very proud, approving look, before she composed herself. She was supposed to be concerned for the boy, not staring at the girl in awe.
”There, there, Mr Chevalier. I’m sure it’s just a scratch.” She patted the boy’s shoulder again as the two women began to escort him to the hospital wing. Jessica was the one who did most of the lifting. Catherine were merely there for... mental support.
”Accident’s do happen sometimes... You were just unlucky this time.” She looked at Jessica briefly, before looking back at Verrell. She hoped the girl was smart enough to keep her mouth shut. If Catherine's memory didn't deceive her, she remember reading that the boy was from one of those pureblood families that had a lot of power and could make anyone’s life miserable if they thought you had hurt or humiliated them somehow.
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Post by Verrell Thierry Chevalier on Nov 28, 2012 19:37:19 GMT -6
His efforts to remain on his feet were futile, just as he could sense the unbalancing notion taking possession over his body, causing him to swing from one to another in quite an inconspicuous manner, keeping his poise intact as he did, just holding his head up and maintaining the pride that couldn’t dare to abandon him thence, just as such humiliation was sufficient chastise to him already to add anything else to the burden he was already carrying upon. Verrell stood still, not a single word erupting through his lips just afterwards, as he could feel how the girl approached him and even tried to grab him with whatever she could, although she seemed quite reluctant of doing so, as if she scorned the sole idea of sharing the same air with him. Perhaps due the obvious and endless list of happenings concerning them both, the spite between them was tangible, almost with his fingertips, as he couldn’t conceive having her that close, as he could even smell her scent, despite of attempts – for the less fruitful they were.
The man felt her pulling him towards her, all he could do in return was to have a small leap as he straightened up, moulding his arm to the back of her neck, still spurning the sensation it stemmed within himself, just as he had been obliged to sniff at rotten food. The idea of sharing contact with a Mood-blood wasn’t pleasing to himself or to any other who could call themselves pure, as she was not only a filthy tosser, but also the very representation of repugnance, with the wolfish blood rushing through her veins. That certainly made her the worst company he could ask for. Verrell restrained himself from the unbearable need of wrinkling his nose with contempt as he just let her help him to stand tall. This wouldn’t be a concept that Miss Dunham would understand, as her height didn’t allow such, or at least that’s what he could reckon from how small she seemed from his position.
‘Accidents?’ the incognita plagued his thoughts, just as he couldn’t think of this as a mishap. Verrell was anything you could say about him, barring fool or stupid, as his intelligence was high and he couldn’t be deceived that easily. The man pouted, dismissing her comments, as he couldn’t accept them at all. ‘You hope so… don’t you?’ the Chevalier was a strong family with such influence within the Ministry and the whole magical community that any altercate with them would be sudden suicidal. The man wouldn’t involve media into this, just as he relished in the personal whims and the satisfaction of plotting his retribution. “Worry not… as I’m not getting any of my influence into this…” he wanted to appease the accelerated heart from his teacher, just for the incommodity of feeling the fluttering because of the nearness. Now, sustained by both of them, they could make their way to the Infirmary just in time for healing to take course.
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Post by Jessica Lillian Mars on Dec 2, 2012 17:49:04 GMT -6
If she had given it time and thought about it, Jessica would’ve noticed how unnatural it must’ve seemed that she was so strong compared to the size she was carrying. For one thing Professor Dunham seemed completely unable to help her carry the weight of the boy, which made it seem so strange that she was able to hoist him up so easily. Honestly, it had hardly been an effort to get the boy to his feet, and that was not only because he cooperated. Jessica simply was a little stronger than your average person, even though it hardly seemed so. She was barely taller than her professor, and yet she managed to help a guy two feet taller than her to his feet, and with ease support his weight towards the hospital wing. Oddities at no end.
Jessica placed one of her hands on his side for support, and took a hold of the other, her flamingly burning skin touching his normally temperature hand. In comparison his hands felt cold in hers. She wore an annoyed expression on her face, refraining from saying anything. It was with bitterness that she helped the lad walk towards the hospital wing, with the professor skipping along. It annoyed her that the guy who was part of her torment was someone she had to “rescue”. His scent annoyed her, that musky scent. Just knowing it came from him annoyed her, and it annoyed her even more that she found the smell attractive. The wolf in her purred with delight over the hidden scent behind the cologne, and she furrowed her brows and contemplated how long she might be able to hold her breath and refrain from smelling him.
It must’ve looked quite strange, the three of them, and Jessica was glad that they didn’t meet very many people on the way to the hospital wing. What a way to spend her day, helping out her tormentor. She turned her head slightly away from him as they hobbled along. She was so uncomfortable she didn’t know what to do or what to say. She wanted to tell him to suck it up and take one for the team, but in fear of causing a scene or revenge, she remained silent, her usually full lips thin with restraint.
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