Post by Syrus on Aug 17, 2007 22:51:20 GMT -5
Syrus was never much of a healer. His magical prowess and years of experience had let him heal to a significant extent, but it had never been his strong point. He could heal himself rather easily, but healing others had proven itself to be troublesome in the past, especially when the injuries were as severe as those that Talon Windwaltz now exhibited.
After escaping from the debacle in the crypt, the Violet King had immediately apparated to within walking distance of the school, hoping to get to the Hospital Wing as quickly as possible. It would be undue indeed to let the Headmaster die on his watch and under his care, especially after his recent appointment to Transfiguration Professor. Thanfully, very few people strolled the grounds at night, eliminating the need for an elaborate cover story or for answering awkward questions.
They reached the gate quickly. Wasting no time Syrus quickly entered the building, intent upon reaching the Hospital Wing before Windwaltz could deteriorate further. Already, his heart beat seemed to be slowing. Had his last burst of energy been enough to destroy him? What a powerful fool he was! If only he had control. Perhaps Syrus would teach him. If not, he would inject that specific element right into his blood.
A group of two star-struck lovers, gryffindor by the look of their embroidered robes, nearly crashed into the Professor as he raced down the halls.
"Ten thousand points from Gryffindor if you're not in your god damn dormitory in sixty seconds!" he roared, voice shrill with anger. They fled from his terrible visage.
The door to the Hospital Wing slammed open, instruments scattering with the force of the impact. Paper swirled and fluttered, disturbed by the explosive flow of air. The Violet King set his Headmaster down on an unused table in a far corner, drawing the curtains shut. This was to be a private healing, thank you very much.
After escaping from the debacle in the crypt, the Violet King had immediately apparated to within walking distance of the school, hoping to get to the Hospital Wing as quickly as possible. It would be undue indeed to let the Headmaster die on his watch and under his care, especially after his recent appointment to Transfiguration Professor. Thanfully, very few people strolled the grounds at night, eliminating the need for an elaborate cover story or for answering awkward questions.
They reached the gate quickly. Wasting no time Syrus quickly entered the building, intent upon reaching the Hospital Wing before Windwaltz could deteriorate further. Already, his heart beat seemed to be slowing. Had his last burst of energy been enough to destroy him? What a powerful fool he was! If only he had control. Perhaps Syrus would teach him. If not, he would inject that specific element right into his blood.
A group of two star-struck lovers, gryffindor by the look of their embroidered robes, nearly crashed into the Professor as he raced down the halls.
"Ten thousand points from Gryffindor if you're not in your god damn dormitory in sixty seconds!" he roared, voice shrill with anger. They fled from his terrible visage.
The door to the Hospital Wing slammed open, instruments scattering with the force of the impact. Paper swirled and fluttered, disturbed by the explosive flow of air. The Violet King set his Headmaster down on an unused table in a far corner, drawing the curtains shut. This was to be a private healing, thank you very much.