Gopher Holes

[Forgoil Halifirien]

ooc: This is a continuation from Fear of the Raptor at the Lake

bic: The long walk from the Lake to the Hospital Wing wasn't something difficult for Forgoil to make on his own, but after carrying Faerlain in his arms for the whole trip; the grey-haired boy's arms had started to tire and quiver. He carried Faerlain through the Entrance Hall and up the stairs, past gawking students, climbed numerous flights of stairs until he reached the doors of the Hospital Wing. Forgoil kindly gazed down on the sleeping face of his love, and gently smiled knowing that she would be alright now that they were inside.

And yet as he stood before the doors; he remembered the last time he had been there. That time Forgoil had carried another girl to the Wing, but that girl was Lottie and he was covered in her blood despite the fact that he had staunched her wound. Those memories were so clear to the boy as he stared at the Hospital doors that his stomach twisted in a knot and he stood as if he was a part of the floor. But Faerlain still lay in his arms and he didn't want anything to happen to her; she already was in enough pain from her ankle. He stood at the summit of his love's sanctuary and recovery, but before him stood the doorway to something akin to the inner circle of hell.

What was holding the boy back? He had more than his own personal fears to worry about, and yet he still stood there petrified; the memories of a bloody Lottie filling his mind. No matter how much Forgoil didn't want to enter the Wing, it was inevitable for Forgoil to enter the Wing for Faerlain's sake. With a resigned sigh, Forgoil gently kicked open the doors and entered into a realm that only recently had become his nightmare. Struggling to remain calm, the grey-haired Hufflepuff carried Faerlain over to the nearest, unoccupied bed and gently laid her on. As he rose, pity welled up in Forgoil's heart for his Tinuviel, but Tinuviel's Beren was going to wait with her until one of the nurses stepped into help.

occ: Muse: I can't let you do that Dave. >< Not one of my best.

[Professor Windwaltz]

One, two, three.

"Fulmina!" came a shrieking cry, and the darkest corner of the Hospital Wing illuminated with a powerful blue light. The blue light was that of a thousand volts of electricity, but while the devastating power of the elements would normally - if not destroy the entire school - short circuit the lamps, it was all centered into a conductor. A most likely magical copper wire. And who was at the root of this wire? None other than the local History of Magic teacher, Talon Windwaltz. Who else would cause such an electronic racket? As usual, the electricity had spiked back his hair like lightning rods, and his robes were raggedy to the put of absurdity. Too short for him and would not fit him at all of it weren't torn in vital places. His boots were just as disheveled as every other article of clothing - tarnished and ruined entirely. They may have once had a distinct golden color, but no more.

Yet now something was different about Talon Windwaltz. All over his body were blackened burn marks, and only a few of them were covered by hastily and unprofessionally wrapped gauze. The electric charge had created one more burn mark across his left cheek, but he threw the copper wire away to the wall, which discharged the last bits of electricity across the floor. He sighed deeply and closed his electrifying purple eyes. 'Don't fret Talon, that worked better than your previous attempts to control it. At least the burn mark is small.' Talon was not alone in his corner. With him was a bright red Phoenix, burning with all the fires of the Great and Ancient Sol which ruled the skies, and he was perched on the bed-side table.

"I don't know, Trajan," said Talon aloud, "I feel I'm getting nowhere." The phoenix cooed softly. 'Well, now's not the time to lament. You're a teacher, you know, and there are some suffering students behind you.' Talon leaped on his bed, and he turned quickly around to see the two people who he had least expected to see. Master Forgoil Halifirien, whom he had met on three occassions, and Miss Faerlain Darien, a student whom he had met in his class. He noticed that Faerlain was laying asleep in her bed, and Forgoil was leaning over her in a nurturing fashion. Deciding that he had little left to do with his own wounds, he limped over wearily toward them.

"Greetings and salutations, Master Halifirien." He said with a groan, "I see that my greetings are not with best tidings." He motioned his electric head over to Faerlain. "What happened to her, if you don't mind me asking?"

[Faerlain]

Sleep had cloaked her, the kind of dreamless sleep that allowed her to feel as though she was floating and forgetting about everything. The spell that she had cast upon herself was powerful and would have probably been frowned upon by most teachers, considering that it drained her of almost all her energy. Yet it left her with sleep, free of pain and full of unawareness and uncertainty. What was going to happen? The only thing she knew for sure was that Forgoil would protect her, no matter what came her way.

She felt the gentle shift as she was placed down upon the bed, her brown hair a sharp contrast to the sterile sheets. Sighing and tossing her head from side to side, her hands idily clenched and unclenched as though she were such inbetween sleeping and waking. Finally, she began to feel the spell loosing grip as her foot began to awake, begining at her toes and then slowly working upwards.

Her eyes shot open as soon as the jolts of pain began to register as she groped for her wand, determined to recast the spell even if it meant being exhausted once more. She hardly noticed Forgoil and the Professor standing there as she looked in the pocket that she had placed her wand in- it was gone.

"It hurts." She whimpered, thinking of nothing else to say as she looked back at Forgoil. The only thing to do now was to wait, which could be a very long time. Maybe her wand had dropped from her pocket somewhere along the way...

It was then that she noticed the charred professor, obviously in a small amount of pain from the burns on his body. Normally this would have brought a smile to her face- how could it not?- but now she could hardly even manage to nod hello. As the pain rose in intesity once more, she wondered how she had managed to even get into such a mess.

[Forgoil Halifirien]

The thunderous roar of lightening startled Forgoil from his watch, and he whirled about to see the source. It was none other than Professor Windwaltz; the History of Magic teacher. Letting a worried sigh escape his lips, Forgoil watched the Professor walk closer to him and yet the smell of slightly charred skin and flesh almost made Forgoil sick to the stomach. The Professor was covered in numerous burn marks, and the most recent one still seemed to be steaming. What was Professor Windwaltz trying to accomplish even if it meant enduring such pain?

Whatever it was; it was not the grey-haired boy's place to ask. However, answering the Professor's question was within his place. "Greetings Professor", said Forgoil in a concerned tone of voice, "You couldn't be more correct about the tidings. While Faerlain and I were walking around the Lake, she had the misfortune to step into a hole, most likely that of a gopher's. Her right foot became bent at a strange angle because of this, and I believe that it is her ankle that has taken the most damage. But all I could do was carry her here, for I am no healer."

Yet once he finished talking with Professor Windwaltz, Faerlain stirred from her slumber and it seemed that the spell that she used earlier had begun to cease in it's function, for only the pain that she went through by the Lake's edge could wake her from her sleep. Or so he thought. Hearing her whispered voice, Forgoil sat down beside her on the sterile bed and whispered into her ear, "I would imagine it does Faye but not to worry; your safe now. I am here and will remain so until you are well." With that, Forgoil bent down and reassuringly hugged Faerlain; hoping that the Nurses would soon come.

[Professor Windwaltz]

The smallest smile crossed Talon's face at Forgoil's response as to what happened to Faerlain. "Only a Gopher Hole? I presume her ankle is just sprained then, not at all broken. That is, unless we have venomous Gophers here." Then he noticed Faerlain stir quietly, and mumble that she was in pain. Talon nodded his head, and even though she was too in pain to speak with him, he was not at all indisposed to speak back. "I presume it would, but let me handle this - I may be no healer, but I've stepped into worse things than Gopher Holes in my previous profession."

He removed his wand, but first leaned down to softly touch the bare ankle. A small discharge of electricity left his hand entering the ankle. "That should shut off the pain while I do this -" Now he held down his wand to the ankle calmly, and with it pressed against the part where most damage was taken, he began to chant. "O Dei regno magi audis ad mea dictus et reparo haec pies puellae." All of this was in one long speech, no breath, and it was all whispered to the point where hardly any could hear. A white glow engulfed the foot and seemed to burn - for smoke came from the light as if from paper that has been left over a smoking light bulb. Then, in one swift movement, Talon reached his hand into the light, did something that could not be seen, and then pulled it out again. The light disappeared, and the foot seemed back to normal - but strangely a pulsing purple. He placed his hand back on the foot, and the electricity returned to his hand.

"Well there you go," he said calmly, getting back up again. "It will be most severely painful for the first few moments, but then it'll go back to normal." He sat on the bed opposite them. The foot was slowly regaining its normal color.

[Faerlain]

Her eyes drifted suspiciously towards the professor and she almost drew away as he approached her, however found herself too tired to move more than her pinky. Fighting him off was not an option; however reluctant she was to admit that she did need help. Perhaps it was a certain personality trait. Above all, she valued her independence, her ability to do what she pleased and to generally depend on other people for very little. Now she just hated being in such a bind and hated even more the fact that she did need someone to help her.

If only she had her wand...

Grimacing slightly but saying nothing, she glanced away as the Professor proceeded to heal her. The pain was dulled at first as she heard him chanting something, still refusing to look. However the pain quickly returned, causing her to wonder if he'd actually done anything at all.

Taking a deep breath, she sighed once more and decided that the next day she would go out and try to find her wand. Maybe tommorow would turn out to be a better day than today was, with no incidents such as these. With another small sigh, she fell back asleep without a single word to Forgoil or the Professor.

OOC:
Urg. My muse just is... like... dead... -pokes muse-

[Carrie]

She really would have to stop making it a habit to fall asleep while she was working. However, for at least the next few days, it couldn't be helped. After all, being awake 24/7 was not an option, though being awoken in time to hear that everything was well again didn't exactly do much good for her already poor reputation.

Throwing on her white coat and trying to straighten her hair, Carrie decided on tying it back as she entered the Wing, noting the girl sleeping on the bed, an unfamiliar boy, and Professor Windwaltz. "Good afternoon," she greeted them with a sheepish smile, putting the medi-chart on a clipboard as she reached the bed, beginning to write the neccessary information on it.

"Everything okay?" Carrie questioned, glancing quickly over at the girl.