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Post by Callum Bryce Rockland on Sept 8, 2009 22:17:31 GMT -5
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//////I put a hand to my head, cradling it since it was pounding. "Huh, no thank you? I just saved your life. Helloooo?" I sighed, feeling her get off of me. I put my hands on the ground, using them to help me get up. I moved my arms--all working. I moved my legs--all working. My back? It works. Nothing broken--just hurts really bad. I moved my right shoulder a little and it cracked. "OW!" I put a hand on my right shoulder, wincing. I rolled it again, willing the pain to go away and, finally, it did. I sighed in relief and looked back at her. "It's a miracle. Nothing--" I blinked as I felt my right shoulder burn. I scrunched up my face, looking down at it and moving it. Unfortunately, it wouldn't move, now. Crap, when I moved it, I must have popped it out of place. I squeezed my eyes shut and groaned. "Yeah, I think my shoulder's broken." I whispered.
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Post by Veronica St. Alderbar on Sept 9, 2009 6:00:07 GMT -5
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❡❡I punched him in the shoulder gently at what I took as a playful jibe, watching him check his bones. I immediately felt awful when he said his shoulder might be broken. I jumped to my feet. "You're lucky you didn't break a leg. We're taking you to the Hospital Wing, my friend." I tried to help him as he got to his feet, taking his hand and leading him off of the Quidditch pitch towards the castle. I hadn't ever had to go to the Hospital Wing, so I had to ask directions from a fellow student, but we got there eventually. My heartbeat was racing again, but not for the same reason as before. What was I thinking, holding his hand?! I let it go before we walked into the Hospital Wing.
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Post by Callum Bryce Rockland on Sept 9, 2009 6:13:00 GMT -5
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//////Veronica punched my shoulder lightly and I tried not to show any pain. I don't think I did too well. When I told her I thought my shoulder was broken, she didn't look so good. I put my left hand to her head, ruffling her hair a little bit. "Oh, I've had worse." Wait, the hospital wing? Shit. I don't like that place. I really, really don't. Couldn't she fix it? I knew a spell! Now you know a spell. a voice in the back of my head snapped crossly. I rolled my eyes, feeling myself get towed by this little truck. "Ah, but I don't want to go to the hospital wing, Ma'dam. I feel fine!" I said in a very high voice (I'm surprised I could pull it off). Before we reached the hospital wing, she let go of my hand, which caused me to frown. Though that was cut short when the nurse saw me and jumped a mile out of her skin. Wow, did I look that bad? She made me walk to a bed and sit on it, where I told her what happened and where the pain was. She grabbed some cloth and put it into a sling for my shoulder and used her wand for my bone. //////I practically glared at her wand. What happened to mending your bones the old way? A sharp pain brought me back to reality and I yelped, my right arm flailing madly. Wait, it didn't hurt anymore. I paused and looked down, moving my shoulder. Well, I guess that beats having your arm in a cast for almost a year. "Oh. Well, uh... Thanks?" I muttered, still moving my shoulder around. Was it really mended?
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Post by Veronica St. Alderbar on Sept 9, 2009 6:33:59 GMT -5
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❡❡He tried to protest to me taking him to see the nurse, but I wouldn't hear any of it. He was going whether he wanted to or not. I sighed when the nurse finally got him, making him sit and mending his arm. When I was sure he was fine, and after the nurse had left the room, I jumped on him in a hug. "I'm sorry I broke your arm! But that was so cool!" I would definitely try out for the Slytherin Quidditch team...once I had my own broom. That meant that I might have to wait for next year, but whatever. I'd still do it. ❡❡It took me a moment before I realized that I was really treating him like I would one of my girlfriends. Which was awkward. I think. I mean, he was a guy! It must have been strange to have this girl you just met jumping on you and giving you a hug like your little sister might. I got up, smoothing out my robes and turning scarlet again. I coughed softly. "Okay. So...what's next?" I tried to change the subject but came up blank.
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Post by Callum Bryce Rockland on Sept 9, 2009 17:09:24 GMT -5
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//////She didn't falter when I complained. Damn. We got into the clinic and my bone was healed. What I didn't expect, was once the nurse was done and gone, Veronica jumped into my lap. She put her arms around me, hugging me tightly. I hugged her back, grinning. "If you do this every time I hurt myself, I think I should hurt myself often." I chuckled, tightening my grip around her. "It's fine, Vee. You had fun? Good." Time for her broom then. I thought. But what if she joined Quidditch? If she did, she'd have to be on Slytherin. I don't think I could swing a bludger at Veronica. Much less, beat her in a competition. But I couldn't let my house down. I was broken out of my reverie when she got off of me. I blinked and looked at her, seeing her scarlet. I ran a hand through my hair. "Well, it depends... Do you want to fly around more, or grab something to eat? Either's fine with me." I shrugged, half expecting my right shoulder to squeal in pain--but it didn't.
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Post by Veronica St. Alderbar on Sept 9, 2009 17:38:23 GMT -5
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❡❡I continued to think about joining the team while he made jokes about hurting himself more often. I wasn't used to being flirted with. "If you start hurting yourself on purpose, I'll start beating you up." My tone was unamused, though I was kind of flattered. Not many boys tried to flirt with me. The had a tendency to call me names. ❡❡The mention of food made by stomach growl and my eyes shifted towards the door. "I'm so hungry right now." I told him. He did say we could get food, and I wanted to eat. I didn't have breakfast, since I was too busy being upset over my mother.
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Post by Callum Bryce Rockland on Sept 10, 2009 18:21:44 GMT -5
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//////I crossed my arms over my chest. "Oh, come on!" I narrowed my eyes at her. "You would never hurt me--you love me too much." I smirked, jumping off of the small cot I was so crudely shoved onto. I heard her stomach growl and her eyes shifted over to the doors. I rolled my eyes, walking over to her and grabbing her hand. I led her out of the clinic and down to the Great Hall. "If you're hungry, we'll get food. I'm hungry, too." Well, not really, but I'm sure I will get a growl soon. We entered the Hall and the smells of food danced under my nostrils. That's when my stomach growled. See? I told you. I let go of her hand, looking around. Weren't there any neutral tables? So we could both eat at a table? Didn't look like it--there were Slytherin, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff tables. I sighed, looking at them. "Okay, so..." I muttered, scratching my head and holding my breath so I wouldn't smell the great smells. "What do we do now?" I blinked.
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Post by Elizabeth Magnolia Duvall on Sept 10, 2009 18:51:47 GMT -5
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❡❡I snorted at his comment about me loving him too much. Uh huh. I'd still kick his butt if he hurt himself on purpose just to get physical affection from me. I rolled my eyes and followed him towards the Great Hall to get some food. When we walked through the doors, I'm sure we were thinking the same thing. There were no single tables. They were arranged by house. I sighed. "How about I sit with you and your friends? The Slytherins are assholes." I didn't care if they saw me sit with the Hufflepuffs. I could do what I wanted. So what if I got into trouble? Detention with my Head of House wasn't so bad.
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Post by Callum Bryce Rockland on Sept 10, 2009 18:57:25 GMT -5
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//////"You so easily dismiss our love?" I mock gasped. I shook my head, patting her shoulder lightly. We reached the Great Hall, and she seemed to be thinking the same thing. "Alright..." I grabbed her hand once again and pulled her to the Hufflepuff table. The other students looked at her and I glared at them, even if I knew a few. We sat at the very edge and I looked at the plate, reaching over and grabbing a roast chicken leg and putting that on my plate. I sipped the goblet. "So, um... I was thinking, we could continue with that flying? Unless, of course, you have class soon..." I almost forgot the time. I pulled out a very odd watch that had Roman Numerals on it instead of numbers. There were three arms on it, none of them ticking like a regular clock. They all moved together. It was a special watch that my dad had given me. The background was a blue sky, which changed on the course of the day. "Hm... I have class soon." I almost groaned.
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Post by Veronica St. Alderbar on Sept 10, 2009 19:30:39 GMT -5
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❡❡Students from all of the tables were watching us. They knew I wasn't a Hufflepuff. I didn't care. I sat across from him and ate with apathy towards the students around me. "Oh, I've got potions after this meal. Sorry, Callum. Maybe tomorrow?" If the day was nice, I wasn't past enjoying a nice practice flight to get me back in my skin. I smiled at him. "What's your next class?"
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Post by Callum Bryce Rockland on Sept 14, 2009 5:38:31 GMT -5
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//////Everyone was looking at us. My friend, Charles, was even glaring at her. I sent him a glare of frustration and he looked back at his food quickly. I kept looking at him, standing up, even whens she sat down. I shook my head and sat back down, looking at her. I was very disappointed to hear she had class next. "Oh... I have Transfiguration..." I frowned, looking down at my plate and poking the roast chicken with my fork. I hated when my stomach cried hungry. It's not craving food anymore. I put my hands in my lap and looked up at her again. "Yeah, maybe tomorrow. I'm still getting used to my schedule." I shrugged. I'd have to find the parchment it was written on and find her. The problem is, if she's not on my House, how was I going to find her? "Do you think we could meet at the Greenhouse? Like... That could be our meeting place?" I asked hopefully and quietly.
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