As far as anyone knew, Forgoil Halifirien had not been kidnapped. He had barely been gone for longer than an hour. Suddenly, though, he stumbled into the Hospital wing, covered in blood, and deathly pale. He clutched his left side, and walked (stumbled?) with a limp on his right side.
With one word, he collapsed into a vacant bed, passing out.
Post by Felix I. Genero on Feb 28, 2009 11:00:16 GMT -5
((OOC: Hopefully you don't mind me posting if you wanted someone else to find you...))
BIC: Now, odd occurrences were common around the grounds and building of Firefox University. After all, everyone had some secret forbidden dangerous pet or evil alter ego or something. Felix, as prefect, originally felt the obligation to keep the University going or from now burning down, but it wasn't always that easy. He ignored a lot of signs of chaos, seeing how probably half of them could be traced back to himself anyway, but somethings can't be ignored.
Bloody footprints.
Not only bloody, but they were of an adult males shoe, and the amount of blood was enough to make a vampire think he was dreaming.
The footprints lead towards the Hospital Wing. Felix followed them naturally.
Now, Felix had no medical training or even a class on the subject, but he had managed to read a ton of books on the subject, as well as if someone was attacked by some beast enough to have that much blood, Felix would want to know about it; lastly, there were about four nurses, and Felix almost never found them in the Hospital Wing when they were needed the most.
Dashing through the open door of the bleach white of the Castle, Felix saw a red figures lumping towards a bed. It looked so artistic, the blood covered wizard against the white room. It was Professor Forgoil Halifirien, ex-Hufflepuff prefect and Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and he was covered in blood. As the Scotsmen passed out on the bed, he muttered a single word, Sylph. Care of Magical Creatures Professor, Headmistress, and slight hero of Felix's.
Even as Felix frantically ran to the medical cabinet and grabbed a collection of potion vials he rolled his eyes.
The fifteen-year-old had the gift of being able to read peoples emotions in a similar way people read people's minds. Right now the Professor had enough emotional connection with the Headmistress that Felix was sure any regular muggle would have been able to sense it. He hadn't known the love between the two of them, but he actually admired it. Both of them were extremely respected by Felix and right now one of them was bleeding to death... by a cross on his neck?
Grabbing two pieces of paper from his pocket, Felix scribbled with his pre-inked quill,
“Frog hurt, come 2 Hospital Wing ASAP. -Felix”
With a flick of his wand, they both folded into paper airplanes and flew off, one to find Ashelle, his fellow prefect and a nurse that he still knew was alive at the moment, and Sylph. If anyone knew what to do with him, she would, and he did ask...
Rolling up the sleeves of his robes, Felix washed them quickly with Scourgify then opened up the first vial he had grabbed which, according to the label, “Wound Cleaning and Sealing”. Forgoil was obviously hurt in more ways then Felix bothered to count at the moment, so first thing was to get blood back into him. He looked paler then some vampires Felix knew, and he was still soaked in blood. The potion smoked as he uncapped it to the air. Pouring it, drop by drop, onto the cuts on the (now unconscious) Scotsmen, the purple elixir sizzled and smoked a little bit more. Satisfied with that, Felix was tempted to wash off the blood next, but the dried blood could have been hiding more cuts. Scars will still be left, but scars were meant for a reason.
What had happened to him?
Felix was sorely tempted to see if he could read any of Frog's memories, but the first task was to keep him alive, he was sure he would find out later, he always did.
Satisfied that if Felix poured something down the Professors throat wouldn't in turn leek right out of his neck, Felix grabbed the next potion. He had read many books about magically created artifical blood, that appears directly in the veins, yet Felix didn't dare use anything he wasn't sure about... it was a pity that he didn't get to try it out. The next vial contained “Blood-Replenishing Potion”, grinning at his luck, Felix uncapped this to find it be a ruby red potion swirled with white sparkles. The Professor's mouth was open, gasping for air, so Felix dumped half the bottle in, taking his wand he pointed it at his neck and made sure it he didn't gag with a charm. The blood found it's way down with the minute and the crimson color started to return.
Sighing, Felix had actually did something right for once, without having to do anything dangerous. Sitting down exhausted, he was sure that the Scotsmen would life, he hoped, at least until Ashelle and Sylph got there.
Felix spent the minute or two waiting contemplating. One, there was no way all that blood was Frog's; Two, what was that ring on his finger?DERP!
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Sylph was in the grounds of Firefox, roughly brushing through the tangled mane of one of the winged horses - a granian - when the message came. It was a pleasant enough day, a little chill, perhaps, but Sylph liked that. Just as she started using her fingers on a particularly tough knot in the equines hair something hit her softly on the side of her head before falling to earth. Releasing the horse with a soothing tutting noise the professor looked about her, seeing that she was, confusingly, alone, before stooping to retrieve the offending object. A paper aeroplane. The work of some mischievous student, most likely. But then where were they?
The violet haired witch made as if to crumple the paper without thought when a flash of red caught her eye. Was that writing? Frowning, she unfurled the note. A mere couple of seconds later and the lanky frame of the deputy headmistress was running for the arch, the note left on the grass behind her at the feet of a somewhat surprised granian.
...
"Where is he? What happened?" A grim looking Sylph crashed through the doors of the hospital wing, her bright hair flicking about her as she looked this way and that for her fellow teacher. Felix would not have sent for her had there not been something out of the ordinary; his use of "Frog" in the note was out of place, of course. Students didn't ordinarily use their professors' first names, let alone their nicknames; did he know about Forgoil and Sylph's relationship? Now, though, was not the time to be fretting about that. Having identified the back of the Gryffindor prefect, Sylph headed to the bed he was craning over.
"That'll do, Felix," she said, a faint hint of urgency in her voice, but it was not unkind. "When did you fi -" She stopped short. There was so much blood. In a moment her cheeks, usually so rosy from working outdoors, were drained of all colour. Her heart seemed to stop. He was unconscious and so pale. There were wounds on his body, his clothes were ripped and torn as if he had been in a bar fight.
"Forgoil..." His name came out strangled; her throat felt tight and sore suddenly. She inhaled sharply and reached out to touch his face, only to find that her hands were shaking. What had happened? "Oh god..." The shock and worry on her face was plain. If Felix hadn't known about her and Forgoil before, then it was obvious now that the two of them were more than just colleagues. She continued to stare at her partner for a moment, her eyes, eerily bright in her white face, flickering almost manically up and down, trying to take it all in.
"Oh god..." she murmured again. "Oh god... where are the nurses?" She looked around her, and upon not seeing anyone that could help him, raised her voice to a desperate shout. "Where are the nurses?!" That done, she looked back at the gray haired man that she loved and if Felix had been watching he would have been able to see her jaw clench and twitch in a very tell-tale manner.
"Hold on Froggy," she whispered, groping for his hand to hold between both of hers. "Hold on." That was strange, Forgoil didn't ordinarily wear a ring. Not now. Too much going on.
Post by Felix I. Genero on Feb 28, 2009 12:30:29 GMT -5
Felix waited. His eyes glued to the Professor. The bloke had just graduated the year before, he was a Hufflepuff. How could this have happened to him? Felix knew that Forgoil had been well involved in many attempts to regain chaos at the school, well before Felix ever came, but a Hufflepuff? Ending up covered in blood unconscious looking like that? What kind of enemies did this guy have? Felix had walked past him his first year once or twice, heard his name mentioned, he was practically never around school, as all 7th years here managed to do, but Felix did know a thing or two about him. His classes were very interesting and he had gotten to talk the the professor face to face once. Right now the only thing he could do is hope that Sylph or some nurse would get here and save him properly.
That's when Sylph burst through the doors in a frantic state.
Wisely standing up and saying nothing, Felix back away from the victim of whatever happened. If her electric purple hair didn't give her away her emotions did. She half muttered to Felix to get out of the way and he did just that, backing near the wall, he wasn't going to intervene. He was tempted to make Sylph sit down as he saw all the blood disappear from her own cheeks and she became deathly pale.
Apparently Forgoil's love for Sylph was a mutual feeling. At least there wasn't going to be any of the normal drama that Felix had to deal with with Morgan, Shadow and Malachy.
Sylph was in shock. She kept muttering and staring at the half-dead body of the Scotsmen until she finally screamed out for the nurses. Jaw clenching. Felix, realizing there was no reason to not say what he knew now and help, stepped out he tried not to incur any wrath.
“...I saw a trail of blood about 4 minutes ago, I followed it here and as he passed out he said your name. I sent for Ashelle, she should be here momentarily. I already sealed up his neck wound and replenished his blood. He is going to be okay Sylph.” Felix wasn't extremely convinced himself, but Sylph needed to hear it. Oops. He had used her first name. “He is unconscious but if you want to numb the pain with a spell, I couldn't remember one... I think some bones might be cracked or somethi--” Realizing he probably shouldn't have worried her more, Felix decided it was just best to stop talking. It always seemed the solution.
Where was Ashelle??
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Forgoil's left eye fluttered open, slowly. The Hufflepuff alumnus had only passed out a few minutes ago, but in that time he had been healed up and his love had arrived in the Wing. Of course, his cut on his neck was his only cut, and his only other issue was his ribs... Unless you account for his mental state.
And, for some odd reason, that ring on his finger seemed to... become invisible. Perhaps it sensed future danger and, like a meerkat, hid itself from plain view.
"Sylph," the Scotsman murmured through his haze of pain. His ribs were killing him. It was a unique experience, though, feeling pain after such a long time of not feeling it. He knew the wounds he suffered were for the greater good.
"Sylph," he murmured again, then coughing and writhing in pain for a moment. "Sylph, I was takin'."
He took a short pause, breathing heavily. His mouth tasted of some disgusting potion.
"It was hell, Sylph. It was the one from the war. The one with no name. I had nothin' ta save me."
His heavy eyelids, weighted by pain and exhaustion, closed again, but he was still conscious. His hold on her hand was weak and strained, and his breathing was still laced with so much pain. It was the curse of humanity to feel pain. The fact he was alive at all seemed almost a miracle.
For a moment it was as if Sylph hadn't even heard Felix's explanation. She just sat there, eyes unblinking, cradling Forgoil's hand in her own. She might have shut down, for all Felix knew. And where were the goddamn nurses?
"You did good, kid," came to response at long last, her voice soft and hoarse, and for one delayed moment she looked at the prefect, a hint of a quirky smile tracing one corner of her mouth. She was grateful to the Gryffindor; he was a resourceful one, that Felix. A bit of a know-it-all, it was true, but his appetite for learning might just have saved her love's life. At that moment, though, she couldn't quite express that gratitude. It was difficult enough to speak, let alone show emotion. Her peridot eyes flickered back on automatic back to the prone form of Forgoil, and her heart jumped unpleasantly again. Where the hell were the nurses?
"Numb the pain..." she said faintly, echoing Felix's words. She did know how; her own mother was a healer, for heaven's sake, but she didn't want to risk it. She had no idea what had caused those injuries, she didn't want to make it worse. No, best wait for a professional.
"Oh Forgoil..." The moment she spoke his name aloud something in the Scotsman stirred, and Sylph's heart this time did a triple back flip. He was moving! That was good - wasn't it? He was alright, or was he? Conflicting thoughts sparred with one another inside Sylph's brain. Movement could be good, or it could be using up his last energy reserves. He could still be dying. The violet haired witch shuffled closer to the gray haired Scot, squeezing his hand gently and suppressing the dry sob that threatened to exit her throat.
"Taken?" She asked before she could stop herself. She had to let him talk, no interruptions. "Go on," she murmured gently, stroking his knuckles with her thumb as she waited for him to speak once more. When he did it was a nasty shock, but then nasty shocks were coming thick and fast today. Another dry sob was choked back as he described his attacker. While having never met the one with no name, Sylph had heard tale of him. He had been a chief amongst the Shadows, and had apparently been destroyed during the Shadow war. As Forgoil slumped back into his haze, Sylph found herself frowning, thinking hard. Like Felix, she had an appetite for knowledge, an ability to be curious even when circumstances practically consumed her. Her heart was swelling, too big for her ribcage, it seemed, and yet she found herself dwelling on the stories of the Unknown One.
He couldn't be killed, they had said. But since the war... he couldn't have had a body in years. How had he done this?
"You're going to be alright, love," Sylph murmured, worriedly stroking Forgoil's forehead with one hand; the other remained where it was. She needed to feel his pulse. She needed to know that he hadn't slipped away from her; his fragile grip was all that told her that at the moment.
Post by Professor O'Conner on Feb 28, 2009 22:15:47 GMT -5
Ashelle had been out for a rare and wonderful broom ride on her old Raiden broomstick. Thus after a long chase the paper airplane finally reached her - after she landed. "Hmmm," she said picking it up, she looked around to see who could have thrown it, then remembered this was the wizarding world. Paper Airplanes weren't the tools of bullies, they were messages here. When Ashelle opened the paper and read the words her he eyes widened, the she frowned menacingly. "Why that little!" she growled, crumpling the page and throwing it at the ground ferociously. "He can't ask me for help except when someone is hurt? That's not even a Prefect Request! That's a nurse request! Oooooooo! I'll show that ungrateful little . . ." She jumped onto her broom and sped to the Hospital Wing's open windows. " . . . and who the hell is Frog? Likely some little best friend of his with a scrape . . . oooooo!"
But as she landed perfectly in the wing she saw how wrong she was. 'Frog' was Professor Forgoil Halifirien - clearly a hurried misspelling of the Professors first name by the look of the situation. Sylph was also there and had just finished yelling for a 'goddamn' nurse. Sylph was Ashelle's Elemental Mentor, she didn't dare contradict her, despite not believing her self to be goddamn just for not being in the Wing on her day off.
"I have arrived Madam Deputy Headmistress," she said hurrying over and discarding her broom on the bed beside Professor Halifirien's blood soaked one. "Please can anyone tell me what has happened? Professor Halifirien, can you hear us? If you can tell me what is wrong that would help immensely with your recovery." While Ashelle waited for her reply, she used a cleaning spell on Professor Halifirien's clothes and on his bed. It seemed to be fairly powerful for it cleaned the blood entirely from the area, leaving only the footprints on the floor.
Post by Felix I. Genero on Mar 1, 2009 8:17:39 GMT -5
Felix knew she wasn't even paying attention, but he could hope that somewhere between the shock and the frustration of the lack of any people of the medical profession, his comments got through. Sylph looked away from Frog for a second, his skin looking less and less pale by the second and hers getting whiter and whiter. She smiled at him and expressed some slight polite gratitude. He had almost saved his life, but Felix didn't mind, Sylph was almost as much in a broken state at the Professor was.
The sparkling green eyes of the witch flickered back to the body that lay in the hospital bed.
He moved.
It was just a flicker of his own eye at first, but it was enough to start a spark of hope in Sylph that Felix hoped would grow to a blazing fire. Now that he was conscious, Felix could read his emotions in more detail only to find extreme pain in a certain rib or two, but his brain was in such a mess that Felix started to get a headache on his own. Sylph was frantically trying to remember the spell Felix asked her to recall, yet apparently even the more experienced of the two didn't remember one.
Felix felt the little spark of hope indeed spread in Sylph, which gave a smile to his own face. Forgoil had spoken and Sylph was almost squeezing the Scotsmen's hand to death. It probably actually helped to make sure the blood went to the important organs and not some random appendage. Felix was searching around for another piece of paper to perhaps contact a different nurse.
Then Forgoil started to explain his attacker, and, as always, Felix couldn't help but listen. 'It was hell, Sylph. It was the one from the war. The one with no name. I had nothin' ta save me.' War... yes, Forgoil was in the war. He had fought against the shadows... but one without a name? One that could have done this? Felix knew of a few of the Shadow leaders, mentioned in the records and books, but a nameless one? One that was unknown? Forgoil was alive and he was sure find out soon if he did more endless hours of research or if he tried to get information for once out of one of the veterans of the war.
Then Ashelle showed up.
Felix had more or less of a dislike for his fellow prefect, he respected her, but she expected him to look up to her like some mentor or something. He had managed to get himself made prefect on his own power and had managed to keep much peace, yet still there was no pleasing her. Still, she was he only person he could trust to have the knowledge of how to properly heal the Professor, now that Dovie was gone, and she was not AWOL or dead, which Felix could not say about the other nurses.
She had flown in the window and was extremely shocked at the scene in front of her. What did she expect? The message did say that Frog was hurt.... then Felix remembered the astute observation that, although Halifirien gave permission to his class to call him by his nickname, Ashelle wasn't there. Well, she was at the Hospital Wing at the moment, and that's what counted.
She immediately attempted to take control of the situation, which was good, but she hadn't realized how weak Forgoil was at the moment. “He can't talk very well at the moment. From what I can tell, someone had sliced up his neck and I think one or two ribs are fractured or broken on his left side, while his leg might just be sprained. He suffered some sort of mental attack as well, and is in a lot of pain. I already sealed off his neck wound and gave him the blood replenishing potion, but I didn't do anything for the ribs or the pain. Do you have a way to take an x-ray of his chest?”
All those medical books paid off after all. And people said being a know-it-all was a bad thing.
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Post by Talon Windwaltz on Mar 1, 2009 10:59:48 GMT -5
The door to the Hospital Wing swung open again, and in stepped the purple robed Headmaster, Talon Windwaltz. Talon had a look of severe worry crossing his face, and he wasted no time rushing to Sylph's side, completely ignoring Felix. The Headmaster wanted a look at his old friend's face just to see if he was still among the living.
There was no blood leaking anywhere. The bed that cradled the wounded Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor was not stained a deep vermillion from the sheer amount of it. "By the swords," Talon swore under his breath, and then whispered to Sylph. "I found this note on the grounds," he said to her and exposed the very same note that the Deputy Headmistress had dropped, "and I came as fast as I could..."
To be perfectly honest, Talon had thought that Felix's pet frog might've been in danger at first until he saw Sylph's purple hair upon entry. But since when had species stopped Talon from saving someone?
"What happened to him?" The Headmaster queried, his heart fearing the answer - and what it meant for the school.
Just as gently as his eyes had closed, his green orbs flickered open once more at the sound of new voices. Moving his head hurt too much, but from the jist of things it seemed like one of the nurses had finally arrived and Talon had made his entrance. Though his thoughts were centered on Sylph as he ached at seeing the concern on her face, a little voice in the back of his head really thought that talking to Talon was more important. Odd: Talon had always been a good friend of his, but he wanted to brush aside Sylph's worries first. Still, the voice persisted that Talon was who Forgoil should really be talking to first and try to get a time when the two could talk more about this in private.
"Now listen here Lassie," muttered Forgoil hoarsely as he tried to lift his free hand to caress his worried lover's cheek, "I've told ya before that I'm a man o' steel, so please don't look at me like that. Ya dunno how much pain it causes me ta see how badly this has hurt ya." Alas, his strength was slow in returning to him and he only managed to brush Sylph's cheek before it slumped to his side. Turning his head slightly, an explosion of lights went off in his head but he braced himself through the pain. And he'd been right as Talon and Ashelle were now on scene, and the look on Talon's face hurt him immensly.
"By the swords? What've ya been reading these days Talon? Arthurian romance or something of that ilk?" said Halifirien as he tried to laugh at his little joke, but the pain in his ribs intensifed and he gasped in pain. "And he's back Talon. The one that ya told me had gotten into the tower with Scorpius back in the war. I dunno how he found me and I haven't the foggiest idea of how he survived, but he's still alive mae friend. I tried fighting him, but conventional spells don't work against his kind...so I tried the Cruciatus Curse. I thought that I had gotten him, but I was mistaken. I'm pretty sure he had some kinda insurance wherever he took me, because something hit me from behind and I blacked out."
Letting his head fall back onto his pillow, the young professor seemed to relax but tears appeared in his eyes. They weren't tears of sadness, but ones of rage. "I couldn't stop him Talon. I was too weak: I've always been weak compared at the likes of ya, and I always thought that there was some strength ta be gained from being normal...but I was wrong. There is only weakness and pain when ya try ta confront the demons that haunt our nightmares. I wish ya had been there Windy. Ya could've stopped him with one blast I reckon."
Post by Professor O'Conner on Mar 1, 2009 12:18:21 GMT -5
"I see," said Ashelle, "unfortunately this is the Wizarding World, we do not have large cumbersome machines that beam radiation at you just so someone can tell if they need to cut you open." Ashelle tried to say it with out emotion or spite but deep inside she was angry. What the hell? X-Ray! So Felix wanted to posion his teacher now hmm? Maybe he helped break Professor Halifirien's ribs! But that was silly. Ashelle sighed and ran to get the See Inside Drape to make sure she healed the right ribs.
She quickly returned with it and a few other potions. She spread the drape over Professor Halifirien's middle and straightened it till it was flat. Immediately a picture of his insides appeared on the cloth, lungs, guts and all. Ashelle touched the corner of it with her wand and said "bones". The guts faded from view leaving only the bones visible. "Ahhhh, there they are," said Ashelle spying two offending breaks. She then cased the bone mending spell carefully. The breaks easily mended back together. She then checked the rest of his body with the tarp to make sure nothing else was broken.
Once she got to the legs and feet she changed the command to the drape, "Muscles" Indeed the leg was badly inflamed. Ashelle again ran to the closet and procured the Sprain-Ez pillow and wrap. She returned and careful lifted the sprained leg barely an inch and slipped the pillow and wrap under it. Then she wrapped the leg, knowing it couldn't be moved till a Nurse unwrapped it.
Lastly she came over to the head of the bed and had Professor Halifirien swallow a pain killing potion, called simply the Relief Potion. It was strong but gentle, if it didn't work she'd have to brew something from scratch. She then removed the drape and folded it back into the box. "How's that?" she asked, half expecting Felix to tell her the Professor felt better now.
Post by Talon Windwaltz on Mar 1, 2009 13:42:14 GMT -5
The response from Forgoil, a sign that his friend was at least still conscious, warmed the Headmaster's worried heart and even made a little smile appear on his face. Even the mention of the nameless Shadow who had been causing so much trouble in recent months around the school wasn't enough to ruin Talon's relief.
The Headmaster shushed the Professor, shaking his head. "Don't worry yourself on it now, Forgoil. You fought that demon in his lair and lived to tell about it..." Of course, Talon wasn't about to mention that, a few moments ago, Forgoil had been lying half-dead in a pool of his own blood. "...and that's more than I would ever have hoped to ask for in that situation."
The Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor was completely correct, however. There really was only weakness and pain when facing those things outside - and sometimes inside - the Palace's walls. Yet Forgoil had the option of walking away from it all at the end of the day, and going home from work. Talon never had that option all because of that power he held. It would always call for more violence...even in the name of "good."
The Headmaster wasn't about to up and say that, though. Not right now, anyhow.
Post by Felix I. Genero on Mar 1, 2009 16:52:25 GMT -5
OOC: Ashelle, no hard feelings, it's just Felix's character that hates you =P
BIC: Ashelle made some sarcastic remarks about the amazing miracles of the muggle world. Felix had forgotten that most wizards didn't appreciate the marvels they had created without the help of magic. Perhaps she belonged in Slytherin. She was just as proud as Felix, in the sense that she hated when someone knew more then he did, but Felix didn't experience that much. It wasn't his fault that no one offered any classes in medical magic but there were billions of medical muggle books and textbooks that were at his disposal. So? What if Felix didn't know Ashelle's fancy spells that healed broken ribs in a single swish!!! Rolling his eyes, Felix just tried to remember all the spells she preformed on the Professor, in hope that next time he wouldn't have to call her.
Then Talon smashed into the room too. Yay! Any person that had been part of all the wars, that was still alive, Felix looked up to and thought a slight hero of his (good guy or bad guy...), yet out of all of them Felix admired Talon the most. The wizard had lived through so much history in his short life that the things he taught seemed like the foundation of everything Felix lived in, he lived it. In any case, anything Talon did he admired. Sure, Talon completely ignored Felix's existence for the moment, but Felix didn't care.
He had found Felix's note. Felix regretted even more putting the name he thought that Halifirien's friends called him. Would they rather had Felix try to spell out 'F-o-r-g-o-i-l H-a-l-i-f-i-r-i-e-n' or perhaps write “Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is right now half dead and covered in blood, please visit the Hospital Wing if you can spare a minute. Thanks! Felix I. Genero.” By that time the 'Frog' would have croaked for sure.
Speaking of his condition, Forgoil now was looking better by the second, considering that he had looked like a zombie about seven minutes before. He was now quietly reassuring the purple haired witch that he was going to live. It was quite adorable really. He was even making a romantic comment that would have been extremely cheesy if it wasn't for his near deadness. He even cracked a funny joke about Talons choice of exclamation, there was no way the Professor was not a Hufflepuff.
Still, he was in pain and Felix keep silently in the corner listening to every word, every action, everything. It's what he did. Forgoil explained his attacker in much greater detail and Felix listened with the utmost interest. Shadow leader... with the incident with the tower... Scorpius. It sounded familiar, and Felix couldn't stand not knowing the whole story.
The Scotsmen then mentioned 'his kind'. Spells not working against him, Felix winced slightly at the mention of the Unforgivable Curse. Felix had had the Imperial Curse cast on him once by a friend, who ended up almost ending up in Askaban, but the Cruciatus curse... the worse spell imaginable, and I didn't work against whatever this unknown villain was? Felix could feel the passion radiating off Forgoil, the anger, the rage. If he could kill whatever it was he would, if it even was something to be killed, he would have. Whatever did this to him must have been slightly human, to carve into his flesh and to break his bones, no Inferi or Dementor would ever do that. The Professor then started talking about how he thought he was special because he was normal, but he was too weak. Felix hoped that that would never been a problem, he wouldn't let himself ever look like Forgoil, thinking himself helpless against something. He would seek out more knowledge until he was like Sylph and Talon. Felix didn't know what Forgoil meant by Windy, Felix would learn, he always did.
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"No, I could've done more," said Forgoil as he winced slightly from the sudden shifting of his weight as Ashelle dealt with his leg. There was so much more he could've done and it frustrated him to no end that he didn't try those options, but something inside of him amplified those feelings of frustration, of personal weakness, into rage. "I could've done something, but I can't shoot fire from mae hands, summon lightening and the winds, or have the earth and water at mae command. I'm just bloodly normal and here that's a weakness because this Castle ain't normal in the slightest!"
His eyes flashed with anger, more of self-loathing than hate directed at those present, and he just wanted to roll over, but he felt that he needed to get this out in the open. He'd been famous for keeping his emotions locked away and just look at all the good it did him. That little voice in the back of his head keep urging him, and eventually the grey-hair professor complied, "How can I still stay here if a freak like that can throw me around like a ragdoll?" asked Forgoil exasperatedly, "I'm the bleeding Defense Against the Darks Arts teacher, so ya'd think that I'd be good at this sort of thing, right? And look at me now! If I can't even protect myself, how I can hope that what I'm trying to teach can help mae students if they ever encounter a problem like this?"
"I'm just a useless sod now. I cannot manage to even protect maeself, so now I'm a big ol' liability for the school Talon. If word of this gets out, there'll be hundreds of letters coming in here by the next morning demanding my resignation: people get pretty crazy if they think that their kid is in trouble. Ya'd better give me the boot before all the complaints start coming in. And maybe I'll go back ta Edinburgh, it's just muggles there for the most part and that's plenty normal for a bloke like me. At least I won't be pursued by freaks if I went home."
The lump that had been in Sylph's throat since she had first lay her eyes on the prone form of her Forgoil had only intensified with his speaking to her; horrible possibilities swam before her eyes, a swift piercing arrow to her heart... no, not her heart. Her stomach. People got it wrong when they said the heart was the centre of feeling. For Sylph, pain and shock and sorrow had always been felt most keenly in her abdomen. Right now, her guts were in knots.
Ashelle came first, busying herself with her patient whilst Sylph could only look on, speechless. She was normally so good in a crisis, pragmatic, quick thinking, commanding... why now, of all times, had her courage deserted her? Forgoil needed her. So preoccupied with grief and guilt she was that she did not even try to answer Ashelle's queries, nor did she take her glittering eyes from the closed lids of her love. Talon was next to enter, a bustle of energy, at her side in a moment, clearly as concerned for the Scotsman as she - almost. Only the briefest flicker of her eyelids, the faintest jerk of the lips, indicated that she had even heard him. Just as well, really, for the grey haired Scot seemed to realise that Talon was there and began to speak once more.
Despite her shock, the purple haired witch found herself smiling despite herself as Forgoil's small dig at the headmaster, a wobbling and hesitant but utterly instinctive smile. It didn't suit her, but it was something. Maybe he was going to be alright after all. His next words, though, struck her hard and pierced her deeply.
I was too weak: I've always been weak...
"No, no," Sylph found herself muttering, too low to interrupt anyone, and an uncharacteristic tear squirmed its way into the corner of her eye, matching those of her love. "Don't be daft, hon, don't be daft..." To her, at least, Forgoil had always been strong. Hell, she wouldn't have been with him if she had thought otherwise. He was a gallant, courageous man, all the more so for not having any special powers on his side. Deep down, Sylph knew what he would be if he was like her, like Talon. The gifts Roan had made them all those years ago was evidence enough, wasn't it? She cradled his had closer, as if to drive away such thoughts, and when he spoke for a third time she finally found her voice.
"Useless my arse," she said suddenly, some of that old Sylph-fire returning, and her eyes glinted fiercely, lit with with green flame. "None of us would have made a damn scratch on that, that thing, fire and lightning and any bloody thing else included." She was angry now, furious even. It had always been this way; when push came to shove, her ire was far more powerful than her sorrow, her sadness, and more often than not that's how they were shown, as anger. Forgoil, of course, should have known this by now.
"Now listen up, Halfirien," she went on, her words becoming stronger by the minute. "I'm not gonna let you wallow in self pity, you hear me? Oi," she said, jerking his hand towards her to force him to look at her. "You hear me in there? You're just lucky you're not, y'know..." She trailed off at this, unwilling to say the word she feared most. "Anyway, enough of that talk. If any bloody parent complains, they'll have to deal with me. Now shut up and get better."
It was the end of it. Forgoil had known her long enough, well enough, to have been amused by her tirade, but also well enough to know that she meant it. Taking a breath in, Sylph stole a glance at Talon, willing him to back her up. Nobody could expect him to be removed for this, could they?
Teagan Offline: This board is full of nostalgia.
Aug 22, 2020 8:39:09 GMT -5
Missing the old MH: gotta say missing when MH and all that was around.
Nov 6, 2019 0:02:30 GMT -5
Willow_lazy: why tf are there 400 posts about adidas
Sept 6, 2018 17:35:57 GMT -5
Azrael: I'm not hard to find, since I'm the only one there who goes by "Azzy", I'm pretty sure. XD
Feb 10, 2018 16:44:41 GMT -5
Azrael: Dunno if anyone still pops by here from time to time, but if any of you mofos do and still feel like gettin' yo nerd on, I've been hanging around this here place a bunch recently: www.roleplayerguild.com/
Feb 10, 2018 16:44:10 GMT -5
Azrael: hold onto your pantaloons
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