Post by Felix I. Genero on Jul 4, 2008 13:53:38 GMT -5
Question and Answer with one’s brain is an interesting thing.
Light poured through the window across the room into the iris’s of the Gryffindor boy. He was in the Hospital wing. Quickly closing his eyes back, Felix turned his face to the side and opened his eyes again, greeted by the sight of a chair with cracked paint. Slowly turning his head back towards the light, Felix forced himself to let the sun burn his eyes. He would get use to it again. Wow. Felix hadn’t slept that well in ages! Maybe he should try and use mystery magic more often… where was Mo? Tiling his head up a little, Felix saw her bandaged shape across the room. Half block by his toes.
Jumping out of bed, Felix put his arms out, as he felt extremely dizzy. Closing his eyes once more, Felix shook his head firmly as the blood flowed back to his brain once more. Barefooted, Felix walked over to the white floor to Morgan. Gripping the metal bar that held together Mo’s bed, Felix looked around to see no one. Someone was moving over by the nurse’s stations.
Staring out at Mo’s ivory locks of hair falling in front of her face, Felix wished to fix them. He wanted to, but he knew he shouldn’t. He had tried to help himself. Speaking out with a rusty voice after it’s last use was to scream his spells. Felix muttered loud enough for whichever nurse might be there.
“…is she going to be ok…”
((OOC: o.0 interesting post… oops… Reserved for Dovie. In any case, Malachy, please don’t show up seeing Felix would probably try and kill you… =D))
Felix memory faded for a second.
Where was he?
He was sleeping.
Out for about a day.
Twenty-four hours.
Why would he be sleeping?
Not sleeping, knocked out.
Why was he knocked out?
Magic.
He had used too much of his theoretical magic.
Even he wasn’t that stupid.
Unless he was somehow logically hindered out, by spell?
By emotion?
Yes.
Extremely irrational actions against what logic because he was trying to help someone.
Mo.
Morgan!
What happened to his adoptive big sister?
She fell from the sky.
What?
A broom accident.
It wasn’t an accident.
Mo tried to killer herself.
Mo Tried To Kill Herself!
MO TRIED TO KILL HERSELF!?!
Malachy.
Malachy did this.
No.
It was because of Malachy.
Felix wished he could kill this man.
Felix knew in the end he would end up getting someone hurt, but being able to make Morgan kill herself-- try to kill herself.
What had he done?
Ashelle.
Ashelle wasn’t the cause.
Malachy was.
Morgan tried suicide because Malachy kissed Ashelle.
Malachy you jerk!
How stupidly idiotic could he be?
Morgan obviously was completely clinging to him because her entire life she has been emotionally damaged.
What he did would make any normal person wanna kill themselves, but doing something like that to Morgan would obviously be harmful!
Harmful?
Suicidal!
What could be done?
She needs someone who will give her their love and not harm her in anyway.
She need someone to use.
Someone to support her and not trying to get anything in return.
A guy? Like that?
This was a useless quest.
Well, someone has to be out there who isn’t a total Jerk like Malachy!
She was in the Hospital.
They were good nurses here.
They could help her.
She would survive.
Felix.
What was he going here?
He tried to heal Morgan.
He tried to use his ‘magic’ to help her.
It probably didn’t work.
He was now knocked out and she was probably ‘out-of-order’ for at least a week even with such powerful magic!
She would survive.
Would Felix survive?
I’m thinking consciously.
He was alive.
Comfortable.
Why was it dark?
Pitch dark.
Oh, right.
Eyes have to be opened.
Where was he?
He was sleeping.
Out for about a day.
Twenty-four hours.
Why would he be sleeping?
Not sleeping, knocked out.
Why was he knocked out?
Magic.
He had used too much of his theoretical magic.
Even he wasn’t that stupid.
Unless he was somehow logically hindered out, by spell?
By emotion?
Yes.
Extremely irrational actions against what logic because he was trying to help someone.
Mo.
Morgan!
What happened to his adoptive big sister?
She fell from the sky.
What?
A broom accident.
It wasn’t an accident.
Mo tried to killer herself.
Mo Tried To Kill Herself!
MO TRIED TO KILL HERSELF!?!
Malachy.
Malachy did this.
No.
It was because of Malachy.
Felix wished he could kill this man.
Felix knew in the end he would end up getting someone hurt, but being able to make Morgan kill herself-- try to kill herself.
What had he done?
Ashelle.
Ashelle wasn’t the cause.
Malachy was.
Morgan tried suicide because Malachy kissed Ashelle.
Malachy you jerk!
How stupidly idiotic could he be?
Morgan obviously was completely clinging to him because her entire life she has been emotionally damaged.
What he did would make any normal person wanna kill themselves, but doing something like that to Morgan would obviously be harmful!
Harmful?
Suicidal!
What could be done?
She needs someone who will give her their love and not harm her in anyway.
She need someone to use.
Someone to support her and not trying to get anything in return.
A guy? Like that?
This was a useless quest.
Well, someone has to be out there who isn’t a total Jerk like Malachy!
She was in the Hospital.
They were good nurses here.
They could help her.
She would survive.
Felix.
What was he going here?
He tried to heal Morgan.
He tried to use his ‘magic’ to help her.
It probably didn’t work.
He was now knocked out and she was probably ‘out-of-order’ for at least a week even with such powerful magic!
She would survive.
Would Felix survive?
I’m thinking consciously.
He was alive.
Comfortable.
Why was it dark?
Pitch dark.
Oh, right.
Eyes have to be opened.
Light poured through the window across the room into the iris’s of the Gryffindor boy. He was in the Hospital wing. Quickly closing his eyes back, Felix turned his face to the side and opened his eyes again, greeted by the sight of a chair with cracked paint. Slowly turning his head back towards the light, Felix forced himself to let the sun burn his eyes. He would get use to it again. Wow. Felix hadn’t slept that well in ages! Maybe he should try and use mystery magic more often… where was Mo? Tiling his head up a little, Felix saw her bandaged shape across the room. Half block by his toes.
Jumping out of bed, Felix put his arms out, as he felt extremely dizzy. Closing his eyes once more, Felix shook his head firmly as the blood flowed back to his brain once more. Barefooted, Felix walked over to the white floor to Morgan. Gripping the metal bar that held together Mo’s bed, Felix looked around to see no one. Someone was moving over by the nurse’s stations.
Staring out at Mo’s ivory locks of hair falling in front of her face, Felix wished to fix them. He wanted to, but he knew he shouldn’t. He had tried to help himself. Speaking out with a rusty voice after it’s last use was to scream his spells. Felix muttered loud enough for whichever nurse might be there.
“…is she going to be ok…”
((OOC: o.0 interesting post… oops… Reserved for Dovie. In any case, Malachy, please don’t show up seeing Felix would probably try and kill you… =D))