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Post by Faerlain on Oct 2, 2005 18:43:34 GMT
The faerie seemed so calm, something that suprised her. While most of the students were panicking, he still managed to keep his wits about him. That was something she was thankful for, at least. She didn't think that any of the students would have been willing to venture out to tell the Headmistress, and she certainly couldn't have gone herself. After the faerie agreed to go, she smiled and nodded. Filing away his face in her memory, she vowed to pay him back when she was able to.
Sighing, she swept her hair away from her eyes and then peered around the room. Her eyes fell upon every student, not suprised to see that some were still very scared. She then recognized one of the girls who had been at the wedding that Fenris had crashed- Faye had been one of the people called in to clean up the whole mess. It seemed like her eyes had hardly been on the girl for more than a moment before she slumped over, looking almost lifeless.
She made her way over to the girl as quickly as she could, relieved when she was able to tell that the girl still had a pulse. So she carefully picked her up and lay her upon one of the tables at the front of the room. It would be easier for her to defend the unconcious girl should any more trouble decide to come their way. And, as soon as this whole thing was over, she would make sure that she got down to the Hospital Wing.
Her attention was then suddenly turned to the demoness in the corner, who hadn't said a word since entering alongside the lycan. However, she hadn't left along with her partner, which suprised Faye. Maybe she was here for another reason- and that did scare her. She had just barely been strong enough to ride the class of the lycan, and she was certain that she couldn't take on the demoness. Not without help.
She didn't dare to throw a snippy reply at her as she left, though the temperature drop was noticeable. Shivering, she picked up her wand and tried to think of a spell to warm the air, even just by a little bit. She hadn't brought a coat with her- it was only September, after all.
"Lumos." She said, watching as her wand lit up and emitted a small amount of warmth. Cupping her hands around it, she then crossed the room and flung open all the windows. That would help to raise the temprature, if only by a bit.
What more hardship could come her way?
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Post by Teagan on Oct 2, 2005 19:53:07 GMT
Soon after Teagan had entered the room where Rezna lay, Xarian also entered through the shattered window. From the earlier action and the jump onto the charmed surface of the window sill, the ravenclaw chaser's hair had a few strands leaking through and onto her shoulders. There would be no worries; if everything went as the prefect expected, Xarian's hair was to become far messier.
Cerise eyes gazed over the body on the floor, and soaked in as many details as necessary. Rezna's hair flooded around on the floor near her skull. Most of the hair was blond, as it was supposed to be, but the hufflepuff was obviously bruised. It was probable that there were several broken bones and internal injuries to Rezna.
"Xarian," commanded Teagan's voice in a more ordering manner than usual. Her voice was stopped as a sudden chill flowed down from the room above them. She quickly continued, "You shouldn't move an unconscious being unless they're in imminent danger in the place they're currently at. You know where the hospital wing is, correct?" She glanced at her disgruntled companion. "I want you to summon your broom with 'accio,' and fly outside and around to there. It's faster than winding through the corridors, and you have my permission to break certain rules. If anyone complains, they can talk to me about it, and I'll abruptly change their decision.
"You need to get a nurse--or more than one--from the hospital wing and you need to take them here. Most likely, they won't have brooms, so you'll need to take the slower route and return through the corridors. Tell them that Rezna was nearly strangled, tossed out of window, landed on a rock window sill below where she was tossed, and is now unconscious; that should get them to come.
"Alright?" Teagan knelt down, and let her hair drift over her arms. "I'll take care of Rezna in the mean time."
Slender fingers gracefully flowed with the ravenclaw prefect's petite wrist as she calmly put the sides of her appendages opposite of her nails pleasantly against the steady artery located in the neck of the hufflepuff girl. The smooth neck gently rippled with soft, indiscriminate beats. The girl's breathing was also faint, and there was a small bump on the back of her head.
While Xarian was to be collecting help, Teagan worked on assisting Rezna in her current condition. "Accio cloth." A bluish rag fluttered through the air. Chilled air delicately scraped at the material, and cut at its cooling surface. Deftly, the object made a sincere landing in the prefect's left hand before another charm was used. But what to use it on? Actually, the spell being thought of would be quite easy to use in the room above Teagan's group, but she preferred the warmer room.
Finally deciding on a technique, she used great precision. "Accio water." Clear liquid entered the desolate room through the doorway. Mobile and luscious, it curled and flexed. Glimmers of light reflected from the water and etched intimate designs on the stone walls and floor as it moved across the landscape to its summoner. "Glacio," came rather soft words once more. The long fingernails that graced the smooth, wooden wand in Teagan's right hand calmly adjusted and released the charm in the elegant liquid's direction. Ice solidified, and glazed over and throughout the once warm substance. Intricate designs engraved themselves as the object became slightly fast while it continued to slide through the air.
Teagan's clothed hand unhesitatingly gripped the flatter half of the ice before the prefect quickly held in and slammed it into the ground, shattering the sharper half of the liquid that had frozen while moving, thus making it form several unwanted points. Several frozen shards gracefully powdered the ground as she forced the hardened water against the stone floor.
Reason for the dulling of the ice was simply to make it less likely for either of them to accidentally pierce their skin and have an invigorating crimson liquid spill from their flesh. Teagan hated that life sustaining thick substance that continuously coursed through living people's forms. The thought of blood made her relate things to the worst memory that was ever engraved within her captivated mind, but it was yet to hinder her abilities; if one of them was to start bleeding, it would be a bad occurrence.
Silently, the slender fingers began to wind the dark cloth around the voluminous ice's frozen surfaces. Every edge of the material overlapped, and made the frozen substance hindered. An innocent sigh erupted into her mind as she unpleasantly thought, Responsibility is such a pain... Teagan ignored it and licked her luscious lips; the cold was drying them, and it was being quite a nuisance. Surely, it had to be worse for Rezna.
Next, the prefect calmly placed the dressed ice against a large purple spot on Rezna's shaken head. The cold emanated through the tender material, and numbed Teagan's delicate fingers. She ignored the sensation, and continued to keep the chosen items in place. The viciously flowing blood thickening the violet flesh slowed, and the bruise remained at a steady size. Yet, was there anything left that the prefect should do?
For healing charms and such, the fourteen year old prefect only knew simple ones that could heal slight cuts, bruises, or burns and one that could hold a broken leg or arm in place before getting professional help. It wasn't apparent that Rezna had any broken limbs, and the bruises were too immense for the supple charm.
Hopefully, an expert would arrive soon.
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Post by Xarian Heart on Oct 3, 2005 11:23:49 GMT
Xarian gave a short nod to Teagan. She had to admit, the leader was taking a great deal of calmness in this situation. "Accio, Broom!"
Her old broom arrived a few moments later, she mounted it, and flew off, her hair whipping in her face since she didn't want to waist time putting it up.
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Post by Shae on Oct 5, 2005 21:39:22 GMT
The ghost came through the door, the wooden barrier opening behind her to admit the few potions and bandages she had brought with her.
Looking around the classroom, the ghost and nurse turned to find anyone who wasn't panicing.
"Would someone please tell me exactly what has happened here? I can help better if I know what I am treating." The phantom stated, wrapping something around her long purple hair to stop it going everywhere and making the air colder than it needed to be.
Spotting Rezna, the ghost motioned for one of the potions floating behind her to go and pour some of it's contents down her throat.
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Post by Rezna Lardale on Oct 8, 2005 13:55:30 GMT
Teagan's fingers were not the only ones that were getting numbed by the cold cloth. A kind of burning pain brought Rezna back to consciousness. The cold against the blood that was clotting in her head seemed to set the girl's body on fire.
Opening her eyes, the girl's pulse increased rapidly as a tidal wave of pain crashed through her body. Clenching her teeth she closed her eyes to settle the feeling of nausea that followed the pain. Suddenly, a voice echoed through her ears, for the ringing had not ceased yet. Some type of liquid entered her mouth, and it took a lot more effort than one would think to swallow. Still, Rezna managed that as well as opening her eyes once more.
By now, she definitely knew that her pain was real and that she was alive. But was a life of pain worth it, her body screamed into her ears. Rezna stopped breathing, and closed her eyes to focus her mind on only one word, the word that held all the strength she needed to survive.
'Yes,' she thought desperately. Living was worth it and she was as grateful as anyone could be, for she was alive.
Feeling movement under her head, Rezna opened her eyes to see a hand moving in the corner of her vision followed by long strands of red hair. It was this presence behind her that gave her more hope than even she could imagine.
Then, the girl's brain began to work, it began to process information despite the pain. It was even easier to think, to focus on something other than the blood that she felt in her mouth and smelled through her nose. She would rather analyze what her shaken senses told her than what her body screamed to her about her right arm, the arm which instinctively reached out to brake her deadly fall.
Rezna began thinking about what had just happened. She remembered at attack, and then falling, a lycan, and now pain. A classroom, a Divination's classroom entered her mind. Finally her memories not only flashed through her mind but wracked her body with physical, violent force.
As her body moved on reflex, the Hufflepuff's face contorted with pain and she let out a gurgling scream, sending drops of blood flying through her mouth.
Closing her eyes, Rezna felt darkness flooding her vision. Still, she clung to her memories, followed each breath in and out of her body, trying desperately to not lose consciousness again.
Somehow she knew, she knew that should the darkness consume her she might not awake again. She might remain in that darkness forever.
'You're safe,' she told herself with more bravado then she felt. 'Someone's here, you're safe. Your classmates are safe, for only they know where you are. Everyone will be all right. Hold on, do so for-' she never finished her thought as another wave of ear drum shattering pain flooded her body.
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Post by Shae on Oct 9, 2005 6:47:50 GMT
A second potion had followed the first when the ghost recognised a broken arm, and presented itself to the girl when she had finished with the first one.
Then the scream had come.
The dead girl motioned the flask away from Rezna, and sent a warm cloth to the girl's mouth to wipe up the blood from her chin. It did little, as she appeared to be covered in blood, but while Rezna was here, in a classroom, she wouldn't recieve the treatment she needed.
She needed to be taken to the hospital wing to be taken care of properly.
The phantom's mouth set in a grim line, and she sent the bottle that would ease the exceeding pain from the arm back to Rezna's mouth.
Then she carefully approached the girl.
"Rezna, I want to help you, but I can't do it properly here, and the nurses down at the wing know more about what they are doing than me. If it's alright with you, I'd like to float you down there and then everyone can help much better. But I'm not going to float you down unless you trust me, and you are absolutely comfortable. It would be a good idea if one of your friends came down too." She said, concern and utter honesty about the situation clear in her bright green eyes.
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Post by Rezna Lardale on Oct 10, 2005 2:29:52 GMT
Rezna swallowed the second potion more easily than the first. The action was involuntary and required less effort than staying conscious did. As the contents entered her body, she immediately felt the pain in her right arm lessen. The tenseness in her body lessened, and the Hufflepuff was able to relax her body for a few seconds.
As her breathing became almost normal, Rezna felt herself becoming more aware of her surroundings. The darkness in her eyes subsided and she turned her head to focus her gaze on the figure who had offered her the potions.
If she had never seen Shae before, Rezna was sure to have been afraid. And, despite her flighty memory, the girl recognized the spirit and felt no fear seeing her now. Yet as the ghost began to speak, another jolt of pain ran up Rezna's body, for she had tried to raise her head to look at Shae more properly.
Falling backwards Rezna closed her eyes while tensing her body once more for the pain to pass. The hot tears that were escaping out of the corners of her shut eyes burned her skin when they reached the numerous cuts that lined her face, probably from when the door shattered in the classroom.
Focusing her mind on Shae's voice, Rezna tried to hold in another scream which yearned to escape her burning throat. She only heard bits and pieces of what the other said, for every word that rebounded on her eardrums echoed inside her head. Still, the girl caught enough to understand that the ghost was offering her help and for that she needed to trust her entirely.
However, it took a full minute for Rezna to be able to breath easily enough to try and talk. Opening her mouth, she tried to say something, but all that came out was a raspy gasp. Her vocal cords were extremely damaged from the lycan's grip. Trying not to worry about her inability to talk, Rezna instead took a few deep breaths and summoned her strength to nod her head slightly and only once.
Even the slight movement brought excruciating pain in the form of a headache to Rezna and she closed her eyes as soon as black spots jumped in and out of her vision.
Of course she trusted Shae and her potions. The last two brought moments of pure happiness to her not to mention that the pain in her right arm numbed down to a mer prickle. And as for the mention of a friend, Rezna could care less who Shae refereed to. The girl with red hair who had helped Rezna earlier was as good of a friend as she was getting at that moment and even if they were previously enemies, the blond would not have cared. And the fact that staying conscious was proving more and more difficult as each jolt of pain inclined her to trust her life to any passerby who was not trying to kill her.
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Post by Shae on Oct 10, 2005 10:18:39 GMT
The ghost nodded sympathetically. Pain was Rezna's biggest problem at the moment, it was causing other problems.
"Leviosa." She said, gently, her opaque hands spread out as she rose her arms, motioning with the greatest care she could the way she wanted Rezna to be held in the air and the direction her floating body was to take.
"If that hurts, I want you to twitch something on your left, if not, then something on your right. We'll go along like that, so you know what is going on and so do I." The semi-transparent figure said softly.
Watching Rezna with particular attention to any detail of the girl's movement, the ghost escorted the floating figure down the halls and stairways into the Hospital Wing.
ooc: Would you like to start the following thread in the Wing Rezna? Or shall I?
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Post by Rezna Lardale on Oct 10, 2005 19:14:50 GMT
ooc: It's my turn to reply, so I'll do it. It's called Recovering from Divination. Sorry for the crappy title, I'm currently suffering from lack of creativity.
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Post by Shae on Oct 12, 2005 3:36:39 GMT
Alright. Rezna was safe in the Hospital Wing, and had gone crazy about what was happening to everyone else.
Which wasn't good for her just then.
So the ghost had headed up for the Divinations tower again, to makesure everyone else was alright.
"Right. I want to know what in Hades is going on here and I want to know right now." She said, frost sparkling in the air behind her as she marched up to the door behind which students were freezing.
Flinging it open before her, and seeing what had happened, she stopped in her tracks. She didn't want to make the cold worse my showing up in any kind of a huff.
Carefully, the phantom removed the wooden door from it's place and - weilding a real axe with great dexterity for one who could not hold it - chopped it into burnable peices.
Then she saw Faerlin.
"Light it, I'm sure you know how. When people thaw, I want them to come down to the Hospital Wing, that includes you. You will do better at warming up where there are blankets and hot water bottles." She said caringly.
Looking around, she noticed something else.
"Where is your professor?"
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