Post by Roan on Jan 2, 2007 14:31:11 GMT -5
OOC: First post Carrie
The girl who walked to the Hospital Wing had a beet red face, and more besides. She held her arms crossed carefully to balance broken wrists on her arms and there was blood trickling down her shoulder. Roan would probably have a scar on both sides of her neck now, from two different bites. All manner of creatures are biting me these days, thank god these two don’t turn in that manner. The Hufflepuff was thankful for that at least. Her gown was torn down the front, and she was also she slept in a bra and had been able to bunch it together as best as she could, not being able to use her wand or her hands to do so. It had been a while since her last trip to the Wing, months even, and it was not a sight she had been planning to see anytime soon.
Especially not in the middle of the night, but hey, what could you do? Tonight had been a wreck, a messed up meeting with her ex-lover, and then she had gone to seek him and ended up at the Castille. There she had run into a rather freaky Nephilim who apparently liked girls as much as she liked guys. It was from Kesterel that she had gotten the injuries, but what had bothered her the most about that encounter left no marks, at least not physical ones. Roan still shuddered and felt her stomach lurch when she thought about how the woman had kissed and touched her. The next time someone tried to do that without her approval, they would be no more then ash, if they controlled fire or not.
The girl pushed open the door to the Hospital Wing with a shoulder, wincing slightly and looking at the serene and quiet room. She hated being here, but every time she was here she got more and more used to magic. And hopefully the nurse she trusted was in, and not Ashelle. If it was Ashelle, she was just deal with her broken wrists and walk away.
“Carrie?” She whispered, moving quietly in the wing, wondering if the woman was the on-duty nurse. The faster she got everything fixed up, the faster she could just go to sleep and forget this waking nightmare.
The girl who walked to the Hospital Wing had a beet red face, and more besides. She held her arms crossed carefully to balance broken wrists on her arms and there was blood trickling down her shoulder. Roan would probably have a scar on both sides of her neck now, from two different bites. All manner of creatures are biting me these days, thank god these two don’t turn in that manner. The Hufflepuff was thankful for that at least. Her gown was torn down the front, and she was also she slept in a bra and had been able to bunch it together as best as she could, not being able to use her wand or her hands to do so. It had been a while since her last trip to the Wing, months even, and it was not a sight she had been planning to see anytime soon.
Especially not in the middle of the night, but hey, what could you do? Tonight had been a wreck, a messed up meeting with her ex-lover, and then she had gone to seek him and ended up at the Castille. There she had run into a rather freaky Nephilim who apparently liked girls as much as she liked guys. It was from Kesterel that she had gotten the injuries, but what had bothered her the most about that encounter left no marks, at least not physical ones. Roan still shuddered and felt her stomach lurch when she thought about how the woman had kissed and touched her. The next time someone tried to do that without her approval, they would be no more then ash, if they controlled fire or not.
The girl pushed open the door to the Hospital Wing with a shoulder, wincing slightly and looking at the serene and quiet room. She hated being here, but every time she was here she got more and more used to magic. And hopefully the nurse she trusted was in, and not Ashelle. If it was Ashelle, she was just deal with her broken wrists and walk away.
“Carrie?” She whispered, moving quietly in the wing, wondering if the woman was the on-duty nurse. The faster she got everything fixed up, the faster she could just go to sleep and forget this waking nightmare.