Yeah, Konrad was fuming right about now. Not only had he been made a fool of, not only had his team lost, not only did two Slytherin players attempted to take off his head with bats, but he had a cracked rib from where he had taken five bludgers and the fact that there was now a red stain didn't amuse him in the slightest. So what if he really over-exerted himself, to the point of not caring what was happening to him? The German metamorphomagus had one peeve and that was losing: he hated it more than anything else in the world but at least he had a consolation prize.
He had looked at the program after the game and learned the names of the players that tried hitting him with the bats instead of bludgers: Anil Hawkins and Shadow Clearwater. Let them think themselves safe for now, but no one tried hitting him with a beater's bat and survived unscathed! The six foot tall teen was livid and plotting how he'd get back at those two without getting in trouble when he finally reached the entrance of the Hospital Wing.
Walking slowly inside, Konrad didn't wait for a nurse or an invitation but he promptly collapsed in the chair nearest to the door: the pain from his rib growing too much to be ignored any more without the Quidditch-induced adrenaline.
Soccer, Rugby, and Quidditch all have one thing in common: I win in all of them.
Willow was sitting in the Hospital Wing for a reason beyond her. She'd been watching the game from the woods, and had decided to check on some people. That was one thing Willow missed about being a witch.
Quidditch. The game of champions.
Watching the boy stagger in, Willow considered having some fun with him, but he looked like he was in a bad mood. Instead, Willow gave him a cheery wave. "Good game." She was a good sport about things.
"You guys did a good defense job. Considering who was on the Slytherin team."
She was trying, and probably failing, to make him feel better.
An eyebrow quirked upward when a stranger entered the Wing after him and said good game. That really was the wrong choice of words, because Konrad tried to push himself up as he turned to look at the person and he replied angrily, "Guut game? A guut game means zat za teams are not mixed vith different ages, but za same! A guut game means that both teams follow za rules unt don't try taking each other's heads off vith za bats!"
His fists were clenched tightly around the arms of the chair and his body quivered under the exertion that it took to keep himself up, but Konrad Maximillan wasn't one to give up on anything that he put his mind to. "People could've gotten hurt out zere unt ref didn't bench those players for using za bats against others. One hit to za back of za head unt KA-POW! You have a player falling to za ground unt could die! People need to learn to follow za rules before even playing zat game. Dumkoffs! Zat is what zey are, zey are all dumkoffs!" ranted the angry Hufflepuff.
Then looking at the girl closer as his anger subsided a little, Konrad realized that this one hadn't even played and that he was venting his spleen on someone that didn't earn it. Still upset, Konrad leaned to the opposite side of his chair so that he couldn't see her and muttered, "Sorry I snapped at you Fraulein but as you can zee I am both hurt unt very angry. So unless you are sick or injured as vell and have no place else to go, zen I would rather not talk about today's game."
Soccer, Rugby, and Quidditch all have one thing in common: I win in all of them.
Willow let him vent. He probably had earned the right. She could smell the blood on him, and the frustration. Okay, so she had probably used the wrong choise of words. Unwincing and unimpressed, Willow waited until he had finished. She rocked back and forth from her heels to the balls of her feet, managing not to smile.
"You're fine," she replied calmly, pale, silver-green eyes looking him up and down. "We can discuss whatever you like."
The lycan was glad to have found someone new, especially someone who had an actual opinion. She clasped her hands behind her back and looked him over. He was a rather rogueish looking fellow, rough. If he had this kind of temper after a game, Willow wondered what he would be like as a lycan. It was something interesting to think about.
At the moment, however, the lycan didn't plan on siring anyone else. At least, not on purpose. There were always the accidents. She didn't guilt herself over Erin anymore. He was perfectly fine with his new form. Good thing for her.
Not really sure what a Dumkoff was, she paused before saying anything else. "So what classes are you taking?" she asked. "Is Sylph still teaching Care of Magical Creatures?"
Post by Rezna Lardale on Aug 8, 2009 17:34:10 GMT -5
Raised voices brought Rezna out of her office and into the Hospital Wing itself. The reason she locked herself up in the tower instead of watching the first Quidditch game of the season with the rest of the school was just that, it was the first Quidditch game of the season. The chances that one of the players would have to visit her before any post-game celebrations were high.
Looking about the room, the Nurse's green eyes quickly alighted on her patient, a student wearing the familiar Hufflepuff robes. Nostalgia brushed up against the witch, but she shrugged it away. Her time on the field had come and gone. This boy was the priority and by the looks of him had suffered either a hard fall or befriended one too many bludgers.
Only one mystery still remained unsolved, as far as Rezna was concerned, and that was the presence of the other girl in the Wing. She did not wear any House or Quidditch robes, and the Nurse did not remember hearing her come in.
"The only discussion you need to have at the moment is telling me what brings you both here," Rezna gently interrupted Willow. "And the chair won't do," she told the Hufflepuff. From the pain on his face, and the bloodstained clothing, the Nurse assumed that the boy was not up to walking on his own. Pulling out her wand, she cast a silent charm which lifted Konrad into the air and onto the nearest bed. "You miss are welcome to take a seat wherever you feel comfortable," the Nurse addressed Willow with a smile.
.: and there are voices, that want to be heard, so much to mention, but you can't find the words; the scent of magic, the beauty that's been, when love was wilder than the wind :.
Post by Phugsius Charadus on Aug 8, 2009 17:47:21 GMT -5
The Slytherin quidditch captain had apparently taken a nice slice to the arm during the match. His protective leather glove took most of the damage but the gash was still pretty broad. The pain had reached his senses after the adrenaline had worn off and he noticed blood dripping in a trail behind him and a large laceration through his glove.
Phugsius walked into the hospital wing holding his arm with a tiny trail of blood dripping from his arm turning the floor of the hospital wing a light red.
He took note of one of the Hufflepuff players that had been badly beaten and he let out a silently wicked chuckle . Damn he admired the handywork. He wouldn't laugh out loud though, bad sportsmanship. His eyes also found Willow. What was she doing here? Did she come to see the game? It didn't matter.
"Excuse me Miss Lardale, I was just hoping you could patch me up real quick when you get the chance". He couldn't help the but put a silly grin on his face. He was still high off of the win.
He didn't have a chance to reply to the girl's question when the school nurse suddenly appeared from her office and he felt himself being lifted into the air and onto a bed. "It ist a cracked rib I think Miss," replied Konrad as he shifted himself into a better position to look at those around him, "I took too many bludgers, but who would I be if I quit and let everyone down?" The German student was going to let the Nurse work her magic at that point but another student entered the Hospital Wing, and it made Konrad really pissed when he recognized who it was.
He had seen this boy before in several of his classes and when he saw the "C" stitched onto his uniform, his blue eyes practically bugged out of his head. Now he understood that anyone could come in here if they got hurt, but he did catch that chuckle and considering he felt that the Captain should be responsible for the rest of the team Konrad let him have it. Pushing himself up into a seated position, which clearly hurt him, Konrad glared at the other boy and spat, "So you are za Glorious Slytherin Kommandant, no? Vell next time you had better keep your players following the rules or else! I don't appreciated having bats chucked at me instead of bludgers, and I personally think that zey should've been benched for zere behavior."
"So keep your players in line before I find a reason to go after zem."
Soccer, Rugby, and Quidditch all have one thing in common: I win in all of them.
Chika ran to the hospital wing She had to check on Konrad. After all she was the captain, and it was her responsibility. She had heard Konrad had a cracked rib. Man was she rushing about these past few days. She had to visit another of her fellow Puffs in the hospital wing, and she had to visit Konrad too.
When she hit the doors she slowed down just a little bit but kept her hurried pace. She saw Konrad in a bed and he was yelling and getting mad at Phugsius about the Quidditch Match earlier today . She figured she better get over there.
Chika rushed over to the bed, ignoring Phugsius, as she was concerned for Konrad "Konrad, are you all right? I heard you cracked a rib. Oh dear it's all MY fault it i had gotten the snitch fast enough you wouldn't be in this position. I'm so sorry". Chika stood by his bed hoping he wouldn't be too mad at her.
Willow grinned at the women. "Sorry, Miss. I'm just visiting. I can leave if I'm in the way....?"
At that moment Phug entered the Hospital Wing, causing the german kid to practically explode with anger. Willow actually winced. That was tough, making a lycan wince. Willow hastily turned to the head nurse as Chika entered, willing to stay out of the drama.
"I can help if you want!" she offered hastily. "I haven't got anything better to do. But I should tell you. I don't...well."
The lycan lowered a voice, hovering just inches away from the nurse chick. Whoever she was. Had she been her when Willow was still in school. Willow spoke, showing the tips of her eloganated canines. "I'm not any good at wand work," she said, barely audible. Only Rezna should be able to hear her. Willow smiled. Either the nurse would get it or she wouldn't.
"No trouble, honest, if you want me to leave. I'd understand."
Willow clasped her hands behind her back, trying to look like an innocent, harmless little witch. Yeah. Harmless. Right.
Post by Rezna Lardale on Aug 11, 2009 1:24:36 GMT -5
"There will be no threats made in my Hospital Wing," Rezna's stern voice interrupted the intensifying discussion. Her piercing green eyes scanned each individual that now congregated in the room. Konrad and Phugsius were her priority, but she couldn't very well tend to them if they planned on beating each other up first. As for visitors, it took all of Rezna's patience not to ask them to wait out in the hall, at least until they calmed down, as was the case of the Hufflepuff Quidditch Captain.
"Miss Chisama, if you wish to stay, please take a seat next to your teammate but save the post-game conversation until you've left the Wing," the Nurse's tone was not unpleasant but it clearly left no room for argument.
"Mr. Charadus, please take a seat right over there," she pointed to the bed directly to the right of Konrad's. "I expect the two of you to treat each other civilly now that the game is over and the fouls been called. If I have to go as far as to raise my voice one more time, both Hufflepuff and Slytherin will lose points," she warned, gazing intently between Konrad and Phugsius.
That said, the Nurse turned to look at the young girl standing quietly behind her. Rezna greatly appreciated the other's offer to help, but did not fail to notice Willow's meaningful grin. The blonde witch had experience dealing with lycans, and none of it had been good. For all Rezna knew, the sweet girl standing before her could turn into a fierce wolf at the blink of an eye. Rezna was assigned the job to protect the students, not place them in harm's way. Not that any harm could befall them with Oceana lurking about in the rafters, her blue gaze intently watching the events unfolding below.
In the end, the witch decided to hold on passing judgment. "You can stay," she finally told Willow, doubt playing behind her emerald eyes. "Help me keep the peace between these three while I attend to the boys." The searching look Rezna gave the lycan lasted one second longer before she focused all her attention on the matter at hand.
Pulling out her wand from within the folds of her green robes, the Nurse summoned a cart from out of the storeroom, various potions and glasses flying to catch up with the trolley. By the time the animated item squealed to a stop, its mistress had already taken a seat between the Slytherin and Hufflepuff's beds.
After probing Konrad's bruised and bloodied chest to make sure he indeed had a broken rib and nothing else, the witch pointed her wand at the injury and silently cast, episkey, which quickly mended the broken bone and healed the damage found in the surrounding cells. Pivoting in her chair to face Phugsius, Rezna applied the same charm to his arm and wrist, which had quite a few fractured bones between them.
"How do you feel?" she asked the boys, wanting to make sure they felt better before beginning to administer to each of them their potions. DERP!
.: and there are voices, that want to be heard, so much to mention, but you can't find the words; the scent of magic, the beauty that's been, when love was wilder than the wind :.
Chika sat in a chair to one side of Konrad's bed, Like she was told. She didn't want to lose anymore points for the Hufflepuffs. Chika sat Quietly watching the nurse do her work. She was glad Konrad was Getting healed.
she hoped he wouldn't hate her to much for what she did even tough there was time for that later. Chika was just glad Konrad was getting healed fast.
Post by Phugsius Charadus on Aug 11, 2009 23:48:33 GMT -5
Before Rezna had ordered him to sit on the bed, Phugsius watched and listend to the German Hufflepuff boy. He was yelling at him in an absolute rage. With a twinkle in his eye and a sly grin on his face, he sat next to the enraged Hufflepuff. He decided not to say a word to this boy. Not here while the nurse was in clear hearing distance. He wasn't ready to lose his house more points. Besides Chika and Willow were there and he already had a bad rap with lycans and Chika as it was.
At this moment, the nurse was summoning potions and glasses galore trying to fix up each player. Making sure every wound was touched up and every cut was sewn shut. The broad gash in his arm healed up and felt miraculously better.
A fake persona of cheeriness took on his voice as if to rub the Hufflepuffs nose in their loss, without making it punishment-worthy. "Thank you, Miss Lardale, I feel much better!" He bragged extending his arm and shooting an overly concerned look over to the Hufflepuff. "Boy, I hope you get better soon Konrad. Good game, today!" He began walking out of the hospital room barely able to hold in the massive amount of laughter that was going to pour out of his mouth the second he was out of the room.
"Zank you for your concern Kommandant," said Konrad as steadily as he could to Chika while glaring daggers at the vile Slytherin. But that was all that he really could do at the moment, because it looked like the Nurse meant business and he didn't want to get his house in any trouble. The German Hufflepuff yelped out as the rib put itself back together from the spell, and while it still hurt the pain wasn't as bad as before. "It's feeling a little better Nurse," said Konrad tentatively as he poked at his side. But there was no pain greater than rumbling insult into injury and he should've expected nothing less from a gloating Slytherin.
Because despite the friendly nature of the Slytherin's words, Konrad was a born bullshit-detector and his knuckles went white from clutching the side of the bed he rested on. Phugius' words were really pushing him to the edge and Konrad wanted to jump out of his bed and slug him right across the face, but he knew better than to do that with the Nurse around. Once the other boy was practically at the door, Konrad muttered darkly, "Za Headmaster didn't even care to call za fouls on zose zat should've gotten zem. Mark my vords Slytherin: I vill get you for zis dishonor you have brought upon both my house unt myself!"
"Next time I vill be za one vith the last laugh. Just you vait unt see."
Soccer, Rugby, and Quidditch all have one thing in common: I win in all of them.
Rezna raised the shirt to examine the wound, and Willow's knuckles noticeably whitened, her hands wrapped around the edge of a table. Her eyes flickered once, and she held her breath. In control. Soothe. I'm fine. Willow managed to grin slightly as Phug started smarting off, and her wolven gaze raised to his retreating back.
She looked back down at the German kid. Chika had called him Konrad. Cool name. Willow's eyes flickered again, and she grinned, one canine pressing to her lower lip. "He's just an ass, don't sink to his level."
Willow's eyes raised to Rezna. "Maybe I should follow Phugsius. Make sure no one assassinates him, eh? Or maybe the snake thinks he can keep up with himself."
The lycan suddenly reached out and touched Konrad's hand. She knew what it was to be cheated. What it was like to have everything screwed over and thrown in your face. Hadn't she faced that? He'd probably wonder why her flesh was so hot, unusual. Willow hadn't been human when watching the game. The shift had set her off a bit, raised her tempature as her metabolism kept up with the change.
"Don't worry about him. He's just full of bullshit. Oops, sorry Miss," Willow said, a slight flush reaching her face. Her hand fell away from Konrad's. She wasn't doing talking though. "You guys did very good. The Slytherin slime is just jealous that they can't keep up, so they have to cheat."
She would have offered to give revenge herself, but unfortunately, she was much to close to being kicked out of the school. Plus all the passwords had been changed.
Post by Rezna Lardale on Aug 12, 2009 18:53:00 GMT -5
The Nurse sighed heavily upon hearing Phugsius's remarks. Noting the ease with which he moved his arm, Rezna did not bother calling the Slytherin back as he began walking out of the room. His wounds had not been serious enough to require an extended stay in the Wing. The Hufflepuff boy, on the other hand, was clearly suffering from more than chest pain. Not having to share the room with the competition might help him calm down a bit. Regardless, Rezna would not let Konrad leave the infirmary until he ceased his vows for revenge upon the Slytherins.
"While the Headmaster's calls during the game might seem unfair to you," she told the boy gently, turning her attention away from Phugsius's retreating back to Konrad's furious face, "I promise you, he is not biased toward Slytherin over Hufflepuff. And losing at Quidditch does not dishonor Hufflepuff or yourself, young man. Instead, you do the house great dishonor by your poor sportsmanship in facing the loss. We all win and lose in life, but the loser can be a winner when he accepts the terms gracefully instead of being bitter."
All the while that she spoke, Rezna's gaze was soft and her voice gentle. She did not feel like lecturing Konrad for his behavior. Her old Hufflepuff loyalties were strong, and it upset her as much as Konrad to see the badger defeated. Still, it was no excuse to fly off the handle every time things didn't go as planned.
Realizing that unless she calmed him down, the boy might make good on his promises, Rezna busied herself in pouring out a particularly concentrated blue potion into a tall glass. The Draught of Peace would rid the boy of his anxiety and soothe all the agitation bubbling beneath the surface. Some healing had to start from within, deep in his emotions, for the outer wounds to heal.
"Drink this, Konrad. It will help you feel one hundred percent better. You'll be free to go afterward, as long as you promise me two things. One, I won't find you hexing any of the Slytherin team members as soon as you're through those doors. And two, you will keep from vigorous exercise to allow the newly-restored muscle and bone tissue in your chest to regain their full capabilities.
"Miss Chisama, as Quidditch Captain, I'm sure you'll keep an eye on this dashing young and perhaps be willing to escort him back to the Common Room?"
"And no," Rezna added, turning her head to look back at Willow. "There is no reason why you should follow Phugsius. In fact, I was rather hoping you could stay back for a few minutes after these two Hufflepuffs leave." The witch gazed intently on the young girl behind her. The lycan was not leaving the Hospital Wing until she answered the questions burning behind Rezna's emerald eyes.
.: and there are voices, that want to be heard, so much to mention, but you can't find the words; the scent of magic, the beauty that's been, when love was wilder than the wind :.
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