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Post by Araziel Léon Vasilica on Oct 3, 2010 14:57:19 GMT -5
Needless to say, it was definitely an odd time to be out in an odd place.
The Forbidden Forest hardly looked any less ominous near dawn. There was simply something ... unnatural about the way it seemed to suck light out of the very atmosphere, consequently leaving in its wake a slight aura of uncertainty. Araziel had only been to this place on a few occasions - most of them for errands on his father's behalf - and truth be told it wasn't his favorite place in the world. He was slowly getting used to its depressing air, however, but the trees with their lack of low branches made the trips a little less fun. How unfortunate it was that he wasn't even able to entertain himself with climbing and hopping from tree to tree whilst he made his progress through the forest! But no matter. He would make do.
It was rather early for anyone to be up, though. Or ... well, rather late for a vampire to be up. Dawn was to break soon; Araziel would estimate it was about ... oh, maybe half past four in the morning.
In one hand he grasped the handle attached to a small bird cage, and slung over his shoulder was a messenger bag with a few empty boxes. His goal that morning was to find some Augurey eggs or fledglings, and apparently the task would be easiest in the morning.
He was dressed in his usual 'casual' EGA clothing with a black wool peacoat tightly buttoned up to ward against the early morning cold. His hands were covered with leather gloves, the sort that was nice and fuzzy on the inside. He just hoped his ears wouldn't freeze.
"D'accord, d'accord ... où sont ces oiseaux ... " he murmured to himself as he trudged along in a straight line, his neck craned as he stared up at the treetops in the hopes of spotting some bird's nests. After a bit of walking, the foliage above became thicker, and soon the branches were low enough that he could climb them. And soon enough he was sure he had sighted a small collection of nests up above.
Setting his things down, he immediately started to scale the tree, climbing and leaping to the next higher branch with ease. Just as he'd reached the branch where the nests were, however, he froze, suddenly aware of something approaching. Its footsteps were far too heavy to be human ... but they weren't steady either, instead almost kind of ... random.
Araziel remained crouched on the branch he was currently on, peering down through the fog to try to catch a glimpse of whatever it was.
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Post by VINCENT JACOB DORÉE on Oct 3, 2010 15:41:31 GMT -5
Vincent trudged through the forest, in complete wolf form. Being as stubborn as he was, he hadn't enlisted any help in learning to make the Wolfsbane Potion, and this was his first attempt in making it. Unfortunately, this first batch hand't been completely a success. He had spent half the night under the wolf's power and half the night, he was able to keep his mind. It was tiring, though because he had to consciously fight against the wolf's mind attempting to take over his own.
A low growl came from his throat as the wolf realized that the sun was going down. A streak of pain shot up his spine and he let out a howl of pain. He fell to the ground, as he started to return to his human form. His bones cracked and twisted as they shrunk and changed form. Vincent flipped himself over onto his back and his snout shrunk into his face and the lupine hair all over his body shrunk back into his skin.
This left poor Vincent cringing in pain at the roots of a large tree. There was a stick poking him in the back, but he was too tired and too afraid of the pain getting worse to move and get more comfortable. He had been caught off guard by the time earlier in the night, so he hadn't got a chance to save his clothes from being destroyed. He was still wearing a torn white button up shirt that was part of the school uniform and the torn pair of slacks.
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Post by Araziel Léon Vasilica on Oct 3, 2010 16:24:16 GMT -5
Araziel remained silent for a little, falling back onto his vampiric senses as per instinct. While he was not yet as skilled as interpreting the 'channels' of information that his keen senses could bring (as he had never been a conventional hunter like those in his family), he still strained nonetheless to seek out a scent that was foreign to the forest, something to match the approach of the creature.
After a moment though, he saw nothing from his vantage point on the branch, and so after another careful glance about the vicinity, he returned to inspecting the nests. Most of them looked fairly normal to him, but after a bit of searching, he located one that was teardrop shaped. Lucien had specifically mentioned this trait, so Araziel climbed up onto the next branch to inspect the nest a bit more closely. There appeared to be one unweaned fledgling and two eggs still yet to hatch. Perfect!
Gingerly, Araziel scooped up the nest, eggs, baby, and all, and after murmuring a quiet apology to them (as if it would do any good), he carefully began to make his way back down the branches, using only one arm to help support himself as he leaped from branch to branch, back to the ground.
Landing deftly, he went to the bird cage he'd left and opened the door, quickly slipping the nest in. But just as he'd locked up the door again and prepared to head back, he heard the howl. Jumping, startled, Araziel didn't even go for the wand first (that fragile stick of wood!), instead flexing his fingers and grounding his weight in his feet, ready to confront the threat should there be one. But even as he clenched and unclenched his fists, he suddenly saw the furry creature stumbling off a little ways in the distance ... and ... oh God was that a wolf?
No, no, it was ...
Araziel looked to the sky. Ah! The full moon ... and of course ...
A werewolf? Oh God, if there was a werewolf out and about he'd better hurry back to the school and alert the authorities. He'd scooped up his belongings, cage and all, and had begun hurrying off, leaving the writhing creature there, but again he paused and did a double take upon seeing the thing beginning to transform.
Well it couldn't be too dangerous if it wasn't a wolf anymore right? So ... cautiously (and curiously), Araziel began to inch forward that way ...
And then he realized who it was.
"Vincent !?" Nearly dropping his belongings (as catastrophic as that would be for the birds), Araziel managed not to do that, hurrying over to the supine figure of Vincent, falling to his knees beside him and setting his things aside.
"Oh God ... oh my - Vincent is that ... are you okay?" Lacking anything else to offer, Araziel dug out a half eaten bar of chocolate from his bag, but then paused, still clutching it in his hands. It was a rare thing for Araziel, but for once he seemed to be at a loss as to what to do.
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Post by VINCENT JACOB DORÉE on Oct 3, 2010 16:52:12 GMT -5
Just as Vincent was bracing himself to move so that the stick wasn't piercing his back, his foggy mind recognized his name being called out. "Wh-what?" he stuttered out. He blinked his eyes when he realized a figure was over him. "Who..?" he said, not really expecting anyone to answer. It was taking awhile for his eyes to focus. Wincing terribly, he raising himself up into a more upright position and leaned against the trunk of the tree.
"Araziel...?"he said, in complete shock. Fear struck him, along with a mixture of anger, but he was too weak to portray them too strongly. "What?...What are you doing out here?" he asked. He carefully moved his head to look around him, to see if there was anyone else around in the forest.
Only after a few moments of sitting upright against the tree, he slumped back against the roots, too weak to sit up. "Yeah...I'm," he said, blinking,"I'm fine." It was a lie and an extremely obvious one, at that.
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Post by Araziel Léon Vasilica on Oct 3, 2010 17:17:36 GMT -5
As Vincent spluttered, Araziel didn't waver from his spot, occupied as he was with frantically studying the state of his friend's health. After what he had just witnessed, his first reaction was not repulsion but instead concerned; from what he knew of werewolves, the state of post-transformation was probably one of the worst. Actually ... now that he thought on it, he recalled Vincent's behavior a few days ago; he'd been uncharacteristically grouchy, snappy even, something that was rare from him, or at least rare between the two friends. But after seeing Vincent's transformation with his own eyes, there was little deduction left to do.
"Yeah ... yeah it's me." Araziel paused. "Sorry," he added lamely, though he wasn't really sure what he was apologizing for. Either way, when Vincent shifted around, Araziel grabbed a fleece blanket from his messenger bag; it wasn't much, but it was something soft to rest against. "Here, hold on," he muttered, balling it up to act as a cushion. He carefully slipped an arm half beneath Vincent's shoulders, and with surprising strength (characteristic of his vampiric nature of course, though Vincent was not aware), he lifted him just enough off the ground to slide the cushion beneath his shoulders and neck.
Helping him recline back against the improv cushion, Araziel finally sat back again and hesitated, hovering uncertainly. "Me? Oh I was just collecting animals for fa - I mean for Professor Séraphin." He smiled somewhat faintly, albeit nervously; Vincent might have been bad at lying, period, whereas Araziel was quite good at it ... except for when it came to close friends and family. Still, he figured Vincent was in enough pain to not notice the slip.
"You're not fine ... don't lie," he scolded hypocritically right afterwards. "Here ... have some chocolate," he offered whimsically, breaking off a piece and pressing it into Vincent's hands. They used the stuff at the hospital wing ... surely it had some beneficial effects?
Araziel crossed his legs and remained perched there, pulling the birdcage over towards him. He half suspected Vincent wanted him to go away even if it wasn't for the best, but ... well, Araziel was Araziel, and even if he was being annoying, one couldn't get rid of him that easily.
"So ... guess that was the last piece to the Vincent-being-cranky puzzle," he eventually joked, albeit halfheartedly. Even in the gravest of situations, Araziel would always try to lighten the mood; it was just him, whether or not others were so keen on it.
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Post by VINCENT JACOB DORÉE on Oct 3, 2010 21:34:15 GMT -5
This was only Vincent's third full moon and he cursed himself for not perfecting the Wolfsbane potion before now, or at least enlisted some help from someone with more expertise. "Oh...," he said, his brain slowly comprehending. He winced as Araziel forced him to move, but only to grant him some cushioning between his shoulders and neck and the harsh bark of the tree. "Ah...that's better," he said, leaning back against the cushion, which was lessening his discomfort quite a bit.
"Oh...collecting animals," he said, repeating Araziel absentmindedly. It wouldn't have really mattered what Araziel had said because Vincent's mind was just not all there right now. He could have said every one of his deep, dark secrets that he didn't want anyone else to know and all of the information would be completely gone a few moments later.
Vincent sighed. He should have known better than to attempt to lie to Araziel. Vincent was too bad of a liar to trick anyone into thinking that he was telling the truth, let alone his best friend. He looked down at the chocolate that Araziel gave him. "Chocolate?" he asked,"What's this for?" Even if he hadn't just changed back into a human, this still would have confused him.
"What?" snapped Vincent, irritated by the comment. A small laugh came from his mouth when he realized the irony in what just happened. "Yeah, you're right...," he said, feeling guilty about the way he'd been snapping at his friend,"I'm...really sorry about that."
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Post by Araziel Léon Vasilica on Oct 3, 2010 22:50:37 GMT -5
"'Course it's better. Now just relax and don't strain anything," Araziel instructed, not that Vincent probably needed to be reminded of the pain. Still, the vampire's gaze lingered over the torn clothing with some apprehension, wondering if it was even safe for him to be attending to Vincent like this. After all, he didn't know much about werewolf transformations; what if Vincent changed right back again? Or what if the wolf could still take over his mind? Oh ... well, if it came to something as dire as that, Araziel was certain he could defend himself anyway, at least enough to get away.
That in mind, Araziel returned his attention to Vincent and nodded again, studying him. He still looked out of it. His tone of voice was absent, and his gaze wasn't quite focused. Araziel wrinkled his nose and leaned over Vincent, quickly checking on the dilation of his eyes; it was a little trick Devereux had taught him to make sure no damage had been done to the head, but it seemed Vincent was okay. He was probably just suffering the after effects of the transformation.
"I don't know, Madame Pomfrey always gives it out and it's supposed to make you feel better." Well, it always made Araziel feel better, but that was just because he liked chocolate. He suspected the wizarding version had some magical properties or something, though. "C'mon, just humor me and eat it."
Araziel had settled back down again, inspecting the bird cage in his lap and peering through the bars at the eggs and the poor confused fledgling. Rolling his eyes and wondering how Lucien could just go about dragging young animals from their homes, Araziel sighed and folded his arms over the bird cage. resting his chin atop his arms in turn. It was rare that Araziel was actually in a serious mood (or at least it was rare that he ever let anyone see him in such a mood) but for a little while he was silent, reflecting.
"Oh ... yeah, it's no problem really. I'd probably act the same if I'd just ... gone through that." He laughed weakly, and then pursed his lips thoughtfully, seeming to be pondering something.
"So ... have you had lycanthropy all your life? Or did something happen for you to contract it?" He paused. "Sorry ... I don't really know how it works," he admitted sheepishly.
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Post by VINCENT JACOB DORÉE on Oct 3, 2010 23:20:36 GMT -5
"Yeah, yeah, I know," said Vincent reaching his hands up to rub his eyes, which were aching. When he pulled his hands away, he glanced at them to find that his left hand was now covered in blood. He touched the spot with his right hand and found that there was blood. Had he scratched himself again? Slowly becoming more awake and barely alert, he felt a sharp pain in his left arm. He glanced at Araziel, then shifted so he could see the back of his left arm and found there was a long, shallow claw mark from the middle of his upper arm to his elbow. "Ah...man," he said, almost more frustrated than in pain.
"She does?" he asked, surprised at Madame Pomfrey giving out chocolate. He knew that it was given out for Dementor encounters, but he wasn't aware it was used for anything else. Well. That just goes to show how much he paid attention to things. "Alright, alright," he said, depositing some of the chocolate into his mouth.
"Yeah...sorry," he said, awkwardly. The way Araziel was taking it actually made Vincent feel worse than it would if he had been yelled at. Vincent fell silent when Araziel started asking questions about how he came to be a werewolf. He had never actually spoken to anyone about it before. But...perhaps that was something that would help him ease into it. "No, it's ok," he said, shaking his head. "I was attacked by a werewolf last in June," he said, finally meeting Araziel's gaze again,"I'm still kinda dealing with it."
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Post by Araziel Léon Vasilica on Oct 3, 2010 23:56:20 GMT -5
In his anxiety over the strange scene of moments before, the scent of blood hadn't even registered with Araziel, just as that wound seemed to not have registered with Vincent. Upon the realization, however, Araziel balked slightly, cupping a hand over his mouth and nose, and suddenly painfully aware of how he hadn't fed since last week. Nonetheless it wasn't as if he were a fledgling; bloodlust was relatively easy for him to control (though that might have also been attributed to the fact that he wasn't a very ... hormonal person?), but needless to say the scent was still distracting. The vampire's gaze lingered over the claw wound even whilst he forced himself to concentrate; eventually though he seemed to have calmed down. He figured his odd display could be mistakenly taken as him not being able to stand the sight of blood or something...
He looked a bit more satisfied once Vincent had taken the chocolate though. Swaying back and forth in his spot on the ground, Araziel shook his head insistently again. "Stop apologizing, it's fine. Monthly grouchyness ... at least you're not PMSing or something." Despite himself, he grinned again, unable to help the jests, but then he quickly adopted a more serious expression just as before, looking sheepish ... just as before. "Uhm. Sorry ... I know now's not really the time." He trailed off with a slightly embarrassed cough.
"Last June?" That wasn't so long ago, then. How had Araziel not seen the signs? He'd known Vincent for longer than that, and though Araziel's family was composed mostly of vampires, a couple of the Chevalerie were werewolves.
Still, his gaze fell. In a way, they were sort of in the same boat, now classified as 'dark creatures' by the Ministry and thus by the rest of the wizarding world. Araziel wasn't sure what to think of that though. He felt guilty that a part of him was relieved that he was not the only one of his 'normal' friends toting around a secret like that. The sympathy was a given, but then Araziel was also struggling to hold his tongue where his own identity was concerned. Vincent had just fallen under this curse! Now was not the appropriate time for Araziel to start spouting that they could swap stories.
"Oh," he finally went on. "Is it ... painful? It looked painful. Is there anyway to help? Can I help? Isn't there that special potion or something?" Even in all his curiosity, Araziel was already trying to think of a way to be useful. It was just his nature. And potions happened to be his specialty! Well, wizarding specialty. He waso nly good at them because he was good at cooking.
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Post by VINCENT JACOB DORÉE on Oct 4, 2010 13:40:15 GMT -5
It seemed that while the wolf had been in control of Vincent, it had gotten frustrated with not finding anything to attack, he attacked himself. He had hoped that taking the potion would completely solve that problem with him keeping his own mind during the full moon, but...he would just still have to keep working at it. Unfortunately, he was terrible at potions. Kind of ironic, huh? "What-? Oh," said Vincent, noticing Araziel covering his nose and mouth, and assuming that he had a weak stomach when it came to blood,"Sorry."
"Ha ha, very funny," said Vincent, rolling his eyes when he heard what Araziel said. Yes, he knew he was just joking, but who could blame him for being a little irritable after transforming? "It's fine," he said, barely moving enough to put another small piece of chocolate into his mouth. It was true that the chocolate helped him. The sugar from the chocolate seemed to take his mind off of the pain that he was experiencing. It didn't do a whole lot, but it certainly did help.
"Yeah," said Vincent, looking at Araziel, wondering what he was thinking," Around when we got out of school." He had to admit that his friend was taking this whole thing surprisingly well. This certainly was not what he had been expecting of the first person that found out about this thing.
Vincent could help but laugh at all of Araziel's questions. "Yeah, it hurts like Hell," he said, with an almost bitter grin on his face. A look of enlightenment appeared on Vincent face when he heard Araziel's last question. "Actually, yeah," he said, forgetting his promise to himself to deal with this alone,"You're good at potions, right?"
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Post by Araziel Léon Vasilica on Oct 4, 2010 14:46:44 GMT -5
Araziel frantically shook his head, dismissing Vincent’s apology. ”It’s fine … I’m not … weak-stomached or anything,” he muttered in embarrassment, not wanting Vincent to think that he was the sort who fainted at the sight of blood. Actually, in a way, Araziel was intrigued; he could smell that there was something different in Vincent’s blood. It was a subtle difference, but Araziel had a good nose (he had to; he was a chef after all!), and just as a chef would evaluate the differences in the scents of different spices, Araziel could tell that there was something strange about the scent of the fresh werewolf blood.
But now wasn’t the time to be fretting over that. Realizing he’d just completely overlooked the fact that Vincent was sitting there with an open wound, Araziel shook his head, rummaging through his bag again while Vincent munched on the chocolate. Trying his best to ignore the air of awkwardness, he pulled out some bandages and rubbing alcohol, and then crouched by Vincent again, gently taking his arm. ”Here, let me patch that up until you can get up to the Hospital Wing.” He wished he could do more, but Araziel still approached problems with muggle logic instead of magical solutions. He didn’t want to accidentally botch up Vincent’s wound any more.
”Sorry, this might sting a bit,” Araziel murmured as he began to clean the wound with alcohol in preparation for the bandages. He listened while he worked, murmuring in concern. ”Does ... anyone else know? The staff? Or … uhm.” He wasn’t planning on telling anyone … of course. But he was curious.
His expression brightened though when Vincent mentioned the potions. ”Yep! I bet I could figure out how to brew it by next month. Maybe I could even make it taste okay. Like espresso.” He laughed weakly and began to bandage up Vincent’s arm. ”Just point me in the direction of the recipe.”
When he was done, he sat back again and awkwardly ran his fingers through his hair. ”Uhm. So … well I’m glad I found you here. I know you wouldn’t have said anything otherwise.” Araziel managed one of his warm smiles. ”You’ll be fine though. I won’t tell anyone. Not that anyone would believe me anyway even if I did. Nobody takes me seriously, hehe.” The last statement sounded kind of regretful, but he just sighed and returned to playing with the birdcage.
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Post by VINCENT JACOB DORÉE on Oct 4, 2010 22:44:23 GMT -5
Vincent was too tired to look too much into what Araziel had just said. "Mm, ok," he said, leaning his head back, so far that it was rest on the cushion and the bark at the same time. He was so tired. After spending the whole night awake and running around the forest, fighting to keep in control of his body, all he wanted to do was just crawl into bed and go to sleep.
When Vincent saw that Araziel was pulling out some alcohol and bandages, his eyes widened. "Wait, what are you doing?" he said, accidentally jerking his head too hard, causing pain to shoot up his neck. Not caring how much it hurt his aching arm, he pulled his arm out of Araziel's grip. "The hospital wing? There's no way I'm going up there," he said, slowly shaking his head, so as not to jar his neck again. Vincent absolutely hated any kind of medication or really anything medical period.
As the alcohol touched his open wound, Vincent took a sharp intake of breath. He shut his eyes and bit his lip to keep himself from saying something he would regret. It's quite obvious that Vincent had a very low threshold for pain, which just made it all that much worse that he had to go through a high level of pain once a month. "No. You're the first to find out, actually," he said, with a sigh.
Vincent heaved a huge sigh of relief when he heard that Araziel would at least try to make the potion for him. "That would be so great," he said,"I've tried making it, but...it hasn't worked quite like it's supposed to."
Vincent looked at Araziel and gave a slight smile. Maybe having someone know about this whole ordeal would be a good thing. "Yeah...thanks," he said, awkwardly.
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Post by Araziel Léon Vasilica on Oct 5, 2010 0:04:36 GMT -5
Araziel pouted and pulled Vincent's arm right back over. "What does it look like I'm doing?" he grumbled as he persisted with his work, muttering to himself about uncooperative werewolves being bothers. "Yes, yes you are going up there," he went on, almost scolding as if he were an overbearing parent. "I've dealt with things like this before; when you're learning to cope, you need all the help you can get! Don't go all lone wolf on me. Uh ... pardon the pun." Despite his joking manner, he did have a point. And he wasn't lying; he had dealt with 'new' initiates into both lycanthropy and vampirism before, including some problems of his own. And oh how he wished he'd had help back in Osaka when he was starving and bloodthirsty.
"Well ... maybe we should tell a professor or the headmaster or something. I mean ... it is kind of a big deal." Araziel didn't want to make it sound like he was betraying his friend, but what he was saying was true ... and it was important to keep both Vincent and the rest of the school safe. "Of course, it's still your call ... " ... but he'd get caught sooner or later, and it was probably better that he get caught after having voluntarily divulged the information ...
But back to the potion. "No worries, I can totally handle it. Just give me a copy of the recipe. What's the potion called again? Wolf something?"
He added it to his mental to-do list before finally stepping back and putting everything back in his bag and slinging it over his shoulder. Then, crouching back next to Vincent, he looked him over consideringly. "No problem. However. We are going to the hospital wing whether you want to or not!"
Grinning that familiar Araziel-y grin, the vampire quirked a brow. "Which one's more important: your comfort or your dignity?" And right after Vincent replied, without further ado Araziel suddenly reached down and scooped him up without batting an eye, almost as if the werewolf were as light as a feather.
Adjusting his figure over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, Araziel calmly bent down and grabbed the handle of the birdcage with his free hand before finally setting off through the forest, back towards the castle with the hospital wing as his destination. He hummed cheerily to himself as if this were something he'd done on several occasions before.
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Post by VINCENT JACOB DORÉE on Oct 5, 2010 21:05:56 GMT -5
Vincent pursed his lips, giving up his arm to Araziel. He really hated when someone made him do something that he didn't want to do. "Come on, don't make me go up there," he whined,"Madame Pomfrey is a demon." He halfway believed this statement and partially just didn't want to go to the hospital wing. He rolled his eyes at the terrible pun that Araziel made. "How man of those should I be expecting?" he said, not really in the mood to be hearing all of the wolf jokes. He frowned, thinking about what Araziel said. Vincent didn't want to tell anyone about his...affliction.
"What?" asked Vincent, sharply. "You just said that you weren't going to tell anyone," he said, shifting his head to look directly at his friend. He relaxed slightly when he heard Araziel's next comment. Alright, so maybe he wouldn't tell anyone. "Just...leave it up to me," he said, looking down. He hoped that Araziel would just assume that Vincent would get around to it and not that he would never tell anyone else.
"Yeah, i-it's Wolfsbane," Vincent said, tightening his fists slightly. When he'd attempted to make the potion the first time, it didn't occur to him that maybe he should wear gloves when handling the Wolfsbane plant. As a result of that, he now had scars on the inside of his hands, where he had handled the plant.
"What?" said Vincent, in disbelief. He turned his head, so that he could see Araziel, sizing him up. "You can't make me," he said, shaking his head and laughing slightly, wincing as he did so. There was no way that Araziel could force him to go up to the monster's lair...or so Vincent thought.
Vincent's eyebrows scrunched together in confusion when he heard the strange question that Araziel brought up. "Well...dignity, I guess, but why-whoa!" he said, being interrupted by Araziel lifting him up and tossing Vincent over his shoulder. He groaned as the pain shifted with Araziel's step. He was silent for most of the ride up to the Hospital Wing, but as they went through the door, Vincent sputtered out," I had no idea you were this...ugh...strong."
ooc: sorry, I kind of god moded :C
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Post by Araziel Léon Vasilica on Oct 6, 2010 0:46:29 GMT -5
Of course Araziel was already committed to silence. While he might not have agreed with Vincent's decision, Araziel could understand where he was coming from ... and it was Vincent's choice to make, not Araziel's. He said nothing more on the topic, just making a mental note of the Wolfsbane so that he could look it up later. Most likely the ingredients wouldn't be available in the student's cupboards and even if they were, he wouldn't want to take them - the nosy Professor Snape would probably figure out in an instant what was going on. The apothecary in Diagon would be the next best bet, and Araziel knew his father was on good terms with the owner - maybe Araziel could get Lucien to have the owner send the things by owl.
Of course that also meant Lucien might figure it out, but better him than Snape. It wasn't as if Araziel's father would care.
Nonetheless, the whole way up to the hospital wing, Araziel just laughed to himself, still humming quietly. "Mhm, can't make you ... riiiight. Well, better than you bleeding all over the forest. Could've attracted all sorts of animals!" Luckily it was still ridiculously early in the morning, so there was virtually nobody in the halls. The sight of Araziel carrying the wounded Vincent would have been difficult to explain to anyone ... and the news would probably have spread around too quickly.
"Eh, I'm just chock full of surprises I guess." Araziel chuckled. "But hey, after punching things in the face for long enough, it's gotta' reflect physically." He dismissed the topic as easy as that despite the gaping logical fallacy; there was no way that someone with Araziel's slight frame should have been able to carry Vincent so effortlessly.
Once at the hospital wing, Araziel marched in and looked around for Madam Pomfrey. "Ma'am! I've got one case of scratched-up-Gryffy that needs attention!"
He didn't wait for her to arrive, already taking initiative and depositing Vincent in one of the hospital beds. And ... here came Madam Pomfrey, right on cue, already tut tutting about kids getting into trouble at such weird hours.
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