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Post by HEIRANS BAUGMARTNER on Jun 18, 2024 16:44:38 GMT -5
As usual, Heirans was to conduct patrols around the castle. At this moment, someone pushed him and he lost his balance, tripping over a piece of stone. He let out a small shriek of pain and had to limp all the way to the courtyard bench. He stayed there, being forced to stop his patrols for a while as he tried to relieve the pain. Sitting down, he was slightly worried if he would be in trouble for having to stop. But it would be likely, given that it was a situation that he really needed to stop. Having his perfect memory, he knew this had never happened before, and was visibly frustrated. Impotence was one of the few feelings whose Heirans was familiar at all. He took off his shoe and sock, to realize that his foot was purple and swollen “Damn...” he whispered, rubbing his fingers. He was in pain, and he could do nothing but sit there. He didn’t want to look vulnerable now. His... Hidden side exposed.
As he was not sure if he would come to someone to lend a hand, Heirans lay down on the bench, his body relaxing in what he did a couple of breathing exercises. He watched as a couple of students were making fum of him “Hey little dungbombs, even if I’m in pain, I can cast a spell that leaves you petrified and you’ll be in the same situation as mine!” The boy snapped, visibly frustrated. But the way he said it, it seemed to have intimidated them a little. Well, at least they had some respect for him. He shook his head, noting that the students remained there, though they had stopped laughing. They were looking at him, like they were thinking or planning something... All that disappeared as soon as a figure entered the scenario, and the boys hurried out. He wasn’t looking at the figure, but he knew they ran through the footsteps “Thanks for...” he tried to say, but he realized who the figure was.
Post by ILONA KYLLI ROWLE on Aug 8, 2024 21:02:51 GMT -5
Ilona had never asked to be made prefect, nor had she cared one way or another. All she truly wanted was to be left alone to her studies. However, it wasn’t like she could just refuse the position once it had been assigned to her, and so she found herself doing patrols, one of the more tedious parts of the job. With all the petrifications that year, patrols had been increased in an attempt to avoid further incidents, and so Ilona found herself wandering around the castle more often than not. A waste of her time, in her opinion, but she knew it was pointless to argue with the staff, particularly when they had more pressing issues to handle.
That day her rounds led her to the courtyard, where she was surprised to find a fellow prefect laying down on a bench, roaring at a group of third years who were chuckling at his apparent predicament. Ilona frowned at the sight, wondering why Heirans was sitting on the job - he was one of the few who took his prefect duties very seriously. It was only upon closer inspection she realized the Ravenclaw was injured, apparently unable to continue his rounds. She debated letting him handle his issues himself, after all it was none of her business, yet found herself compelled to help her fellow prefect.
Shooing the group of giggling pre-teens away with a stern look, she rounded the bench so she was within Heirans’ sight line, smirking as he halted in his thanks. “I suppose you’re welcome. Although I doubt I’ll be of much more help with your… situation.” She gestured vaguely to his swollen foot, not entirely sure what had happened to cause such discolouration. “Do you think you could make it down to the hospital wing?”
