Hospital Wing
Typical hospital wing. The matron here, Madame Pomfrey, can mend
almost anything in an instant, though beds have been set up for prolonged
stays.
Harry enters the hospital
wing still in his Quidditch robes nursing his left arm. Well not really nursing
it, just being careful and bracing it against himself. Being no stranger to
pain, the sprained wrist isn't really bothering him as much as it would bother
others, but it's still something to get checked out. With all the magical
remedies at hand, there's no point in carrying on with injuries or illness when
it can be mended in no time at all.
It's been a while since the
incident, but still, the tears keep coming. It shouldn't hurt this much. It
wasn't like she expected anything more... Cho has continued about her daily
work in the hospital wing, currently cleaning a counter that she's been scrubbing
for the last hour. It probably won't get any cleaner, but she's a little
distracted. The tears running down her cheeks are evidence enough of that. The
motions of the cloth continue to pick up each of the drops of water as the fall
onto the marble countertop. She's too distracted by the mental playback of
everything that happened that she doesn't hear someone else enter.
Harry glances around looking
for Pomfrey who's probably taking a well deserved break and it takes a few
moments before he spots you. "....evening Cho.." He can't help but
feel awkward after Malfoy's little name calling session. Not to be an
insensitive stupid boy, he doesn't notice the tears until he's right in front
of the counter, "I managed to hu--" Cute girl.. crying? Wha?
"Are you alright? What's wrong?" He didn't miss another trashy
Prophet article did he?
There's a sudden blink and
Cho immediately drops the cloth and reaches up to wipe off her eyes and cheeks,
"No, no, I'm all right, nothing--." She trails off, still wiping, but
unfortunately her eyes aren't cooperating and the tears just keep falling as
she tries to blink them away. "I just.. I'm.." She tries to turn away
as she continues to try to calm down. Why is she so upset? She should just
stop, it was wrong to feel that way anyway, wasn't it? "I'm sorry. I'm
really all right, I just.." have something in her eyes? Too bad she's not
near the potion counter or that might actually work...
Harry frowns and is clearly
not convinced that you are alright. "No you aren't. What's wrong?"
Usually he'll not press in on matters, but you're visibly upset by something
and he'll not be put off on this. "C'mon Cho, you're upset over something.
It'll only feel worse the more you try to hold it in." Like he's one to
talk about keeping bad things to yourself.
"It's nothing..
important." If it isn't important, than why is she crying so much? Cho
wishes she could manage to lie about this more effectively. She does look over,
eyes a little red and blood shot, skin puffy around the eyes, a few tracks of
tears still steadily falling. She looks as if she's been crying for longer than
he's been here. She suddenly blinks as she sees who it is. Harry? She was so
wrapped up, she only realized that there was someone nearby. They did seem
familar, but it didn't fully register. "I.. Sorry, Harry. I-- did you need
something?" She's trying to change the subject, isn't she?
Harry continues frowning,
"Forget about me for the moment. What's wrong? You're not going to brush
me off that easily today. It's obvious you've been crying for sometime."
Fortunately for you the first conclusion he jumps to is that you're thinking
back about Cedric. Isn't that nice? For once Malfoy isn't the first culprit for
him to think of. "Whatever you're crying about must be important,
otherwise you wouldn't be." Least that's his rationalization over the
matter. But that's most likely wrong as girls seem to LIKE crying. Even
Hermione baffles him.
Cho used to not mind crying
too much. It was healthy after all. Unfortunately, after last year, she did so
much crying that she pretty much stopped liking it at all. It hurt and it wore
her out and she never wanted to go through that kind of pain ever again. And
she pretty much just let it come to her again, of her own volition. She should have
never tried to make friends with someone like Draco... But... She takes a
breath, again, trying to calm down. He won't let her brush it off, so she has
to force herself to stop. It's not working too well, but at least they aren't
falling as steadily. "It's just.." She does want to tell someone
about this, anyone, since her she's honestly just lost her closest friend, but
this is you... And how can she say this without upsetting you terribly... She
thinks of a way to word it best, "Draco decided he no longer wished to be
friends with me anymore... I'm really all right, I just... It's kind of a shock
is all. I was getting used to having him around..." It's not the whole
truth, but if she gave the whole truth, she'd just start crying harder again,
and you probably /really/ wouldn't like it.
Crying will do that to a
person. There's only so long you can cry at any given time. As you finally
become composed enough to give an answer, Harry's expression darkens. "...
I see.." Malfoy, 'nuff said. He wants to ask if losing Malfoy's
'friendship' is worth crying over as it was never really a friendship, but he
doesn't want you upset with him. Even if Harry could have told you that the boy
was only using you. Harry could deal with you honestly wanting to try and befriend
Malfoy, that he had no problems with. It was Malfoy's motives that he cannot
abide. He moves around to stand behind the counter and reaches out his right
hand to place on your shoulder. He honestly hasn't much of a response to give
that would be welcomed. 'Sorry Cho, but you're really better off without that
nutter's jealous abuse' just won't cut it for words of support now will it?
No, that probably wouldn't
work for support. Maybe in a few weeks when she's over the inital shock and
hopefully has managed to forget what she happens to be feeling at this moment.
"I'm sorry... it's probably not what you would want to hear..." Cho
reaches up and starts to brush away tears again. Go away. She can't continue to
cry in front of you. The hand on her shoulder causes her to still, a quick
intake of breath and a blink of her eyes. It's an odd feeling of comfort, but
somehow... She reaches down and takes his hand for a second, then pulls it off
her shoulder before releasing it. "Thank you, Harry, but I... just need some
fresh air, then I'll be all right." Fresh air might actually help, but
probably won't make it 'all right.'
No, it's not what Harry
wants to hear. He'll deal with it. There's a good many things that he's heard
that he never wanted to hear, and there'll be more where that came from
throughout his life. This just happens to be a minor irritation on the grand
scale, but still it's upsetting. You've been through enough, it wasn't
necessary for Malfoy to do this to you. His hand drops back to his side after
you release it, "Fresh air might help.." But he knows it won't make
it alright. He still looks miiiighty displeased.
Cho gives a quick look
around the Hospital Wing, making sure a majority of things are in order.
There's a few things she could stay to clean up, but the majority is fine, so
she decides she can leave. "I'm sure Madam Pomfrey won't mind if I take a
short break. If you want to wait here to get fixed up by her when she gets
back, you can. She shouldn't be too much longer." She's still crying, but
she can still manage to think about others? She offers a weak smile, and starts
to move in the direction of the door.
Harry is starting to feel
anger because you're still crying! AUGH! He made you cry! That little rodent!
".. can I walk you downstairs?" Right now, he could care less if his
arm was severed. He's probably going to get himself injured further before the
night is said and done.
Cho pauses for a moment,
then nods, "All right." It wouldn't hurt to get walked. She just
better hope that Rita-the-Bug doesn't see her walking down the hall in tears
with Harry Potter at her side. Imagine the headlines! Malfoy Spurs Ravenclaw,
Runs to Potter's Arms In Tears! Or worse, 'Harry Potter breaks up Happy
Couple!' Wouldn't that just make this the perfect end to the perfect day...
"I'm sorry to be a bother," she apologizes, feeling completely awful
for causing you to have to walk around with a possible injury...
Harry doesn't care about the
injury. Malfoy upset you u.u; "Don't apologize, you aren't a bother at
all." Bah. Bring on the headlines. He doesn't ph33r them much anymore!
Besides, if Rita does write anything it may be the last straw and he'll rat her
out and deny Hermione that honor. He starts to escort you out of the Hospital
Wing and opens the door for you.
What a gentleman. Why didn't
she fall for /him/? That will be the question of the ages. Cho offers another
weak smile and nods, reaching up again to wipe off the tears. At least they're
slowed to the point where it might not be so easily noticed. Of course, with
her eyes still puffy, that kinda rules out the chances of it being impossible
to see. Hopefully no one will pass by close enough to ask.
Oh don't even say that...
Harry will be sorely wounded, even if that's none too surprising, yet not unexpected.
*sigh* Story of his life. Oi.. just keep your head down as you walk?
Second Floor Corridor
The second floor corridor of
Hogwarts is a little less decorative than the first floor, but nevertheless it
serves it's function as a hallway well.
There are doors leading here and there, leading to classrooms and the
such.
Cho is indeed keeping her
face tilted downwards as she walks. She doesn't try to bring up any
conversation, so she certainly isn't going to ponder that universal question
outloud. She wouldn't try to hurt him intentionally like that, after all, even
if she still hasn't quite accepted that he feels anything real for her, no
matter how many clues have been dropped or whatever Draco has said about it.
She can be a little blind to some things for a Ravenclaw. Or perhaps she just
chooses to ignore it for now. More likely a little of both.
Good, no conversation means
Harry can think angry thoughts and picture myriad scenarios of him humiliating
Malfoy and paying him back for this. He stays silent for a bit as he walks
before speaking up, "Sorry it came to this. I wanted to say something
before, but I felt it wasn't my place." Which it really wasn't. 'You can't
be friends with him! he's not a nice person!' Somethings you have to see for
yourself he guesses.
Cho does respond to that,
but it comes very soft, "It wouldn't have mattered if you said something
earlier, so don't blame yourself..." She knew what she was getting into
when she made the offer of friendship. He told her outright that he was using
her to get back at you. But... there's more to it than that, and that was
enough for her. Apparently it was too much for him though... She just doesn't
want you to blame yourself over it, so that's why she responded.
Harry frowns a bit, "I
still could have tried." There's no sense in him kicking himself, what's
done is done. Silly Ravenclaw, almost as bad as a Hufflepuff. Yeesh. He glances
at you every now and then as he continues walking. "You deserve better
treatment than that." ACK! He didn't mean to say that aloud @.@;
It'd probably be better if
she not explain the circumstances in which their friendship abruptly ended.
They involve too many things that might cause an upset. Instead, Cho does
respond softly, "It's my own fault." She persued him, she did the
thing that caused the friendship to break up. It was her own feelings and her
own inability that caused the entire thing. She glances over at the thing about
better treatment and looks at the Gryffindor silently for a few long moments,
"Thank you." is all she can manage. Even if she doesn't quite believe
what he said...
Why don't you believe it?
It's Harry who can't believe he just said that. He was thinking too loudly
again. "Doesn't matter whose fault it is.. Malfoy for all his talk of
pureblood, breeding and manners and he turns around and treats you like
this." Well we all know what a mean little **** Malfoy is.. but if he
wants to go around saying he's better than everyone else, he's not doing a very
convincing job of it!
"It wasn't all
bad..." Cho says softly, still looking down at the floor. She actually
misses some of the nicer moments. He could manage to be almost sweet sometimes.
But she knows this is not something that you want to hear, so she leaves it at
that, folding her hands in front of her and continuing down the hallway,
counting each footstep she takes towards the stairs.
Harry can't help the noise
of disgust that escapes him at that. Amazing, see, this is what spoiling your
child does. "He reminds me too much of my cousin sometimes." Except
for
Entry Hall
Hogwarts is certainly a
magnificent building; why, even the common muggle could tell that at the first
glance (were it not bewitched to repel them).
The entry hall is not exactly the heart of the main building, but close
to it, as it may seem. It is indeed very
large, and elegant.
The entry hall definitely
has the touch of a medieval castle; the walls are constructed from stone,
torches attached to the wall, doing their task of providing sufficient
light. The walls are decorated with many
portraits; of course, these aren't just paintings, for the characters portrayed
in them seem to be moving about. Along
with that, the crest of Hogwarts is daintily draped across a wall, as well as
four flags briefly presenting the four houses of Hogwarts. The ceiling seems to be endless, reaching up
to the heavens above. The floor is also
made of stone, various slabs of rock layered onto the ground, smoothed and
polished out. The hall looks generally
well kept, and for a good reason, seeing it's usually a student's first glimpse
inside of Hogwarts.
Two solid oak double doors
seem to open up to another hall, one with even more prestige than this
one. Another door seems to lead to an
empty chamber, so it seems. The last doorway
will take students and teachers alike to the grounds. A few sets of staircases (hidden ones
included) lead upstairs to the second level, where more whimsical rooms and
such may be found. On each side of these
steps are two passageways which take students to various other rooms in the castle.
Well, you probably never
will, Harry. Unless you happen to walk around in that invisibility cloak a lot.
Not that Cho knows you have one. But that'll probably be the only way you'll
ever see such a rare site. She nods at Harry's words, continuing to walk beside
him down the stairs. This time she doesn't think of anything to say, so she
just keeps her eyes on the floor, counting her footsteps, hands folded in front
of her. Though she's still got a few tears escapeing every so often, she isn't
noticibly crying to people who aren't really close. The fact that he face is
tilted down helps to hide it as well. Unfortunately, this means she isn't
watching what's in front of her very well.
Harry gets angrier each time
he looks at you and sees more tears. He's probably frightening off anyone that
passes by with that expression of sheer.. uhm.. pissed off annoyance that he
wears. "Still.. there's just no excuse for this." No matter what.
Oh sheeet. It's probably not
a good time to be taking a walk right now, is it? After leaving the Hospital
Wing, he retreated to the Slytherin boys dorms in an attempt to lay down and
think things out, but that idea didn't seem to work very well, so after an hour
of having pretty much next to nothing travel through his head, still stunned,
the blonde decided it might be better to get up and take a walk, perhaps head
outside for some fresh air, mainly to see if it spurs any thought... Just when
he was starting to get somewhere, starting to be able to review events with a bit
more of a clear head and perspective... Guess who he sees? Well... that just
messes things right up again! @_@ AHH! CHO! Who cares about Harry... it's the
other one that bugs him. His train of thought derails, again. The workers give
up and toss in the towel. You're on your own, Draco. Oh sheeet.
Those poor workers had their
job cut out for them. The Slytherin is going to need a some kind of brain
potion to get over all this later, isn't he? Cho doesn't really notice the
arrival of anyone else, as she has her eyes carefully on the floor. It appears
as if she has the same idea that he did, fresh air would help her calm back
down and get well again. And it honestly might, but it's going to take more
than air to make everything all right. She responds to Harry softly, "It's
not anyone's fault..." Except her own, but she won't add that. She almost
wishes she could take back what she said. The friendship would still be over,
but...
No, it's not a good time to
take a stroll Mr. Malfoy. At first Harry doesn't notice Malfoy, he's too busy
looking down at Cho as he walks. "I know whose fault it is, but there's no
point in debating it." No, there isn't. He glances up and almost
immediately his gaze focuses on Malfoy. Aren't you lucky? And from that angered
expression and the narrowed green eyes, you might wanna run. He's already
tempted to whip out his wand and start hexing you into next week. Be glad he
has some sense of self restraint.
Christ, he didn't feel much,
before, but one glance at the girl, now, makes his stomach start to churn
terribly. Whether it's because it makes him feel bad or ill, though, can be
debated. Have you ever gotten that feeling that eyes are on you and they aren't
admiring ones, either? It takes a few moments for Draco to clue in, but soon,
his eyes move from the depressing sight of Cho to the angered one of Harry
Potter. The blue eyes widen... EEK! It looks as though he gets the picture...
IMMEDIATELY, even if the little workers in his head have retired for the
evening because the train keeps veering off-course. Instead of turning around,
'tucking his ferret's tail between his legs' and taking off, though... He
remains firmly planted in place. Like Potter's going to scare /him/ off. Heh.
While it isn't exactly the
beginning of stability, Cho does look up for the first time in a while and
glance towards the Gryffindor as she starts to say something, but it cuts off
as soon as she sees his eyes. Hmm? Did something happen? She follows the line
of sight and then... Her eyes catch the derailed blonde boy, and immediately
she stops in her tracks. She's not moving now either. It takes a few seconds,
but as soon as she snaps out of it she gives her head a quick shake and looks
down, reaching up to try to wipe away the remaining tears, hoping desperately
that he didn't notice them. If he didn't notice them, they never existed.
Harry could always make an
effort at frightening you off. Apparently it's working on some younger students
straggling around the halls. EEK! Run! Potter's gone nutters! He knows you're
still crying at his side and it's not helping him any at all. It's good that
he's got a better grip on his magical ability by now, otherwise things would be
imploding around the Entrance Hall. Deep down he is rather impressed and
pleased that he made some impact on the Slytherin judging by that owl eyed
expression. YOOOOUUUU. I'll deal with YOOUUUUU later. His right hand does
twitch, even going over his wand as he tries to usher Cho past.
Owl-eyed, indeed. He looks
like a deer caught in headlights, face paler than what it would normally look
like, almost the same color as the white-blonde strands that hang messily over
his face or sit carelessly brushed back. Must regain composture! That... 'I'm
better than you' trait takes over, he straightens, holds his head up high and
begins to smirk, but when Draco opens his mouth to say something rather nasty,
more to Cho than to Potter, probably about her switching between them and
running to profess love to the other after he refused, well... nothing comes
out... He can't even say anything at all. Insulting someone he doesn't really
have anything against... it's difficult. Oh well. The arrogant, egotistical
expression will do for now. Instead of Cho, he directs it towards Potter.
Easier to insult. "Your evil glare is rather pitiful, Potter. How many
first years have you frightened off, so far? Perhaps you should take tips from
Professor Snape."
Well, it's good that he
didn't say anything like that to Cho, because she's already having a hard
enough time keeping a minimal composure. The ushering manages to get her moving
again, but slowly and unsteadily. She might fall over if she tried to walk very
fast right now. That, or run into a wall. At the insults, she turns her face
away and closes her eyes. Now she's really a walking hazard, but she says
nothing at all and makes no attempt to break them up this time, not even as far
as a 'please stop'. She just tries to keep walking, though with her eyes closed
like that... she probably shouldn't walk like that long.
Harry wasn't going to say
anything, he wasn't going to do anything. He was just going to walk Cho to the
doors, maybe get himself some air too. Then YOU had to go and open your nasty
mouth. He halts in his tracks and fixes his angered gaze in Malfoy's direction,
"Don't even talk to me right now." He won't be able to claim
responsibility for his actions. His hand is on his wand, you might want to be
careful. "I think you've done enough damage for one night Malfoy." He
turns his back on the other boy and continues to try and steer Cho towards the
doors. Come away from the nasty boy. He remains alert, expecting an attack from
behind. The comment about Snape and first years goes unrecognized. He's so
angry he can't even see straight right now, and it's best if he just ignores
you.
Now, there's a rare look...
especially coming from Draco. For a brief moment in time, the boy appears
somewhat... ashamed, his head lowering to look at the ground, but thankfully,
there's no one there to really see it. He regains his wits and arrogance, soon
able to hold his head high once more, turning to look away, folding his arms
tightly across his chest with his nose in the air, eyes closed. "Oh,
yes... and a dirty parselmouth like yourself is the perfect one to go to
comfort when it's none of your business." That probably wasn't the most
wise thing to say... but seeing Potter involved in this issue, especially when
he's received a confirmation that the other boy has gotten involved, well...
it's under the Malfoy's skin and he's not very happy. Hmph.
Now, there's a rare look...
especially coming from Draco. For a brief moment in time, the boy appears
somewhat... ashamed, his head lowering to look at the ground, but thankfully,
there's no one there to really see it. He regains his wits and arrogance, soon
able to hold his head high once more, turning to look away, folding his arms
tightly across his chest with his nose in the air, eyes closed. "Oh,
yes... and a dirty parselmouth like yourself is the perfect one to go to
comfort when it's none of your business." That probably wasn't the most
wise thing to say... but seeing Potter involved in this issue, especially when
he's received a confirmation that the other boy has gotten involved, well...
it's under the Malfoy's skin and he's not very happy. Hmph.
No, he probably wouldn't be
very happy about it, especially not with the last words that he'd said to her
before he departed. Cho continues to walk up, murmuring very softly under her
breath (so likely only Harry will hear it), "It isn't his fault..."
It's not his fault he didn't feel anything for her in return. She manages to
continue moving, up until the mention of the parselmouth. She stops moving and
stares at the ground for a moment. Part of her wants to try to defend Harry
again, for the same reason she did so the first time. But she can't, cause
that's the very event that caused this entire thing. So again, she stays
silent, though she does turn to glance at both the boys.
Harry still wasn't going to
do a damn thing.. until Malfoy did it again... He halts in his tracks.
"... It is my business. I consider Cho a friend, an actual friend instead
of someone to use like a cheap toy then crumpled and tossed aside after a few
days when the fun wears off." The parselmouth comment earns the filthiest
look yet. Without even thinking, he whips his wand out, takes aim and shouts,
"STUPEFY!" Well, it could be worse, right? Not even looking to see if
it hit Malfoy, he just walks for the doors. Gotta get outta here. Don't want to
be expelled for killing Malfoy. -.-
"Like YOU have any idea
how I feel, you stuck up PRA--" His words just... trail off, immediately,
stopping dead right in the middle before he has a chance to say anything else.
That's a good thing, in other words. The stupefy hex hits as it was meant to,
striking Draco just as he had opened his eyes and begun to turn. The blonde
Slytherin just... keels over onto the flagstone floor, unconscious. @.@ Time to
have nice dreams about... stuff. Forget the sugar and ponies. Give him dragons
and wiping out large quantities of mudbloods and muggles. @.@ Oi vey. He's
really gotta learn when to keep his mouth shut. Twitch. MUST KILL POTTER WHEN
REGAINED CONSCIOUSNESS. Twitch.
While Harry may walk towards
the doors, Cho stands there for a while, looking from the unconsious Slytherin
on the floor, or the famous Boy Who Lived. Finally she lets out a small sigh
and reaches up one last time to wipe off her eyes. She can do this. It's not as
if she wouldn't have done it before she told him. She'd just have done it
faster, in fact. She starts to walk towards Draco and kneels down beside him,
first checking his head to make sure he didn't hit it when he fell, then
briefly looking over the way he's laying, looking for anything that is
obviously broken. She doesn't say anything, or attempt to wake him up, she just
is making sure he's going to be all right.
Harry stops at the doors and
glances back at Cho. This just isn't going to work is it? You keep going back
for more! How much pain is enough? Malfoy will be fine. It won't kill him to
let him get knocked off his high horse once in awhile. You can't say that he
didn't deserve what he got. His jaw clenches and he just can't stick around and
stomach this sight any longer. As quietly as possible, he opens the door and
slips outside.
Draco remains unconscious.
Doo-dee-doo. Killing Potter in the dreamscape is FUN! DIE, POTTER, DIE!
As it appears that he's not
going to die, Cho pulls out her wand and decides to test out the charm that
makes a stretcher on him. Madam Pomfrey has been teaching it to her in case she
was needed to help get people to the Hospital Wing in the future, and luckily,
Draco isn't exactly very large. She plans to float him to his common room, so
that he isn't seen laying in the middle of the Entry Hall and garnering
questions of 'what the hell happened'? She doesn't think he would like people
to know he got Stupfied. And she doesn't really want Harry to get in trouble
for being the boy behind the wand...
How about using a REVIVING
charm on him, instead? You know, it's not very fun, being unconscious and
floated around on a stretcher. God, he'd be mortified if he knew what was
happening, but he doesn't. Nooo. Draco's completely unconscious thanks to that
stupid, good for nothing Potter. Ho-hum.
That would mean he would
wake up and know she cared enough to do this, and she doesn't want to deal with
that right now. If she just gets him to his common room, he might just assume a
teacher did it. Of course, she isn't taking into consideration that his fellow
Slytherins might tell him who got him back... Anyway, Cho is walking with the
Slytherin Seeker carefully back to his common room, or at least the corridor in
front of it. Of course, the fact that he's floating on a charmed stretcher
would make this an eye turning scene to a random passerby.
And enter said random
passerby! Monou Fuuma, just out of Divination class and absently rubbing his
eyes, is making his usual beeline for the courtyard. Too. Much. Incense. @.@ Coming down the stairs he certainly
doesn't look as though he's quite found his feet (Or a decent breath of air)
yet. Of course, he's too much of a Good
Boy (tm) to admit it, but he's growing to /despise/ that class. How many times
can someone write down 'I am going to have an uninteresting future'? Oh
well. Such is life. Or Destiny. (Ack. The D word.) He makes his
way down the hall with little incident.
He barely avoids tripping over the usual step, the usual painting glares
at him, he walks past the usual Ravenclaw walks by with a prone Slytherin--EH?
ThAT stops him in his tracks, glancing over his shoulder, the Japanese student
can only BLINK. "Uh...." Oh. It's....That blonde boy who insulted his
housemate. Grr. Just keep walking...Oh,
damnit. He can't help it. -.-
"Miss? Er...Do you need any help with--That?" Somehow he can't think of the accurate words
there, Japanese or English.
That? He's a THAT?! Well, if
he were awake, he might actually have the power to do something about it, but
Draco was hit with a spell that knocked him nicely unconscious, so, there you
have it. He lays there in the stretcher, unable to make a protest, mostly
because he can't. The only thing he can do is just... stay where he is, go
where ever he's taken and breathe. Aw. Doesn't he look like such an angel when
his face isn't all twisted in a nasty expression? Yay for being unconscious.
Um. z.z
Cho can't help but stop
moving as she continues to float the young Slytherin along. She has to hold on
to her consentration to keep from dropping him though. "I.. uh.. No, I
should be able to handle it. Thank you." She glances away for a moment, to
see who the offer for assistance comes from and... Wow. He's tall. She's glad
she's not floating him. And a Gryffindor... so she's curious if there's any
point in really changing her mind. She does anyway, mainly because of his size.
"Actually... would it be too much trouble to help me carry him at least as
far as the dungeons? This charm is tiring..." For her. Teachers and adults
can handle it easy, but she's never carried anything this big before using a
charm... Not for so far a distance at least. And oh the horror! Carried by a
Gryffindor!
Hark! Is that a lady in need
of aid! Well, no worries. Fuuma has a chivalrous streak too big for his own
good. And god (Or at least Kamui) knows that it's
certainly not limited to those of the female persuasion. Quite the opposite, in
fact. He turns on his heel, already
retracing his steps, absently tucking his schoolbag under an arm. "...It
would be no trouble at all," he answers in his thick, and ever formal
English. Hey, he may not like you Draco, but damned if he lets anyone person
overextend themselves trying to haul you around. And since he IS big enough for
the job... "...Miss...Um, my
apologies, I...Do not believe I know your name?" He says as he kneels,
marveling a little at the fact that the younger boy is HOVERING with a vaguely
puzzled expression before he hooks one arm under his knees, another around his
shoulders and with no ceremony or visible effort, straightens back up onto his
feet. Yup. Carried by a Gryffindor. Fear for your reputation, Malfoy.
WAHHHHHHHH! Once again, that
is... WAHHHHHHHHHH! He's being carried by a dirty, stinky Gryffindor and
there's absolutely nothing that he can do about it! Nothing he can do at all,
save for lay there, unconscious, in Fuuma's arms, looking ever so angellic with
his eyes closed, blonde hair laying in whisps over his pale forehead, some
falling back to hang. God, oh, the humiliation. Draco'll have to kill himself
in the morning for this embarassment. And as if catching Lavender when she fell
wasn't bad enough. Erg.
Good, that was going to wear
her out by the time she got him down to the common room. She was planning to
revive him once she got there. "Thank you, again. I'm really sorry to have
to bother you." the Ravenclaw says, even if he already cleared up that it
would be no bother. Luckily it's been long enough that unless he's extremely
perceptive at this distance, he might not notice that she'd been crying just a
while ago. She responds, giving her name as she cancels out the charm and lets
the Gryffindor support the boy's weight, the boy who does look oddly gentle and
sweet with such a relaxed expression on his face, "I am Cho Chang, a sixth
year Ravenclaw. I don't believe I know your name, either." For someone
with an obviously Asian name (and at least half-appearance) she speaks perfect
english and even has the right accent. Must have been raised here. "Just
follow me," she adds as she continues in the direction of the dungeons.
"Fuuma Monou."
Yes, he's finally begun to remember to switch his name around when speaking to
the other students. He almost gives a
bow in greeting, though he's reminded just in time that with his new load it
might not be the best of ideas, so he settles for a slight nod of his head,
dark bangs obscuring his eyes.
"...It is nice to meet you, even if the..." Circumstances. He
MEANS circumstance,"...Even if it...Does not seem to be a very good
moment?" He's improving, but his
English isn't quite perfect yet, and he knows better than to slip off into
Japanese. Oh well, onward, brave would-be
conversationalist,"...What happened?" Erk. ^^; He adds quickly, " Er, if it is allright
for me to ask....?" Another bob of his head--And another quick toss to get
his hair out of his eyes. He really should think about CUTTING those...
And, la-de-da, while the
evil Chi No Ryu guy makes conversation, it means that Draco gets to stay
unconscious, looking sweet, prone and innocent for a little while longer. D'oh.
He's being carried and stuff, looking rather limp and out of it. Nope. He's not
going to be waking up any time soon unless someone uses a reviving charm on
him... Then... Draco'll be angry about this. Wait till he gets his hands on
that Potter! GRR!
If she's bothered by his
stumbling for the right word, she doesn't show it. Cho can understand it
somewhat, she lived in China til she was three years old after all and she
vaguely remembers having to adjust to a different language and culture. She was
young enough that it wasn't too drastic of a change though, so she won't use it
as a comparison outloud. His question causes her to bite her lip, but she
decides to answer at least somewhat, "Um... there was an accident."
Okay, she's lying, it was not an accident, but... no reason to get Harry in
trouble. "He doesn't seem to be hurt at least," she offers a friendly
smile to her helper as they continue towards the dungeon with the vulnerable
looking young Slytherin.
Fuuma could almost smile as
he glances down at prone boy. Yeah, he
doesn't look like such a....Disagreeable character like this. Were the Chi no Ryu not currently in his sane
gentlemanly mindset, he might advise that Draco stay like that more often. No,
instead he simply winces slightly, and glances up again,"Yes, that would
be good..." Doubly good would be the fact that he IS unconscious,
otherwise his ever 'helpful' empathic abilities would be ringing at the
contact. "...Did he fall very
hard?" The elder boy purses his lips slightly. Ok, well obviously given that Draco's knocked
out...But...Well, Fuuma can't think of a tactful way to ask about a concussion.
No no. He doesn't want to
stay like this more often when there's people like your... other half...
running around, Fuuma, who prefer their young men to be vulernable, submissive
and preferably unable to do anything / unconscious. Draco just... remains
unconscious. There's not much he can do in this state but breathe, so.
No no. He doesn't want to
stay like this more often when there's people like your... other half...
running around, Fuuma, who prefer their young men to be vulernable, submissive
and preferably unable to do anything / unconscious. Draco just... remains
unconscious. There's not much he can do in this state but breathe, so.
"He's uninjured,
apparently. I don't think he hit his head. It wasn't a fall exactly..."
Cho tries to explain. She doesn't want to go right out and say he got hit with
a Stupefy, but she did check for any kind of damage before she started to carry
him away from the scene. She is somewhat qualified for such after all, as she works
in the Hospital Wing sometimes. But Fuuma could hardly know that, so she
doesn't mind his asking. "I'm going to revive him once we get him to his
common room. You only have to carry him as far as the dungeons, I can handle
the rest." That way he doesn't have to get closer to the 'snakepit' than
he needs to.
Goodbye Mother Hen mode,
hello stoicism. Fuuma nods, barely this
time. "I understand," He says with all of the emotion of a soldier
just assigned to some difficult mission.
He's had waaay too much experience when it comes to carrying the
ailing. Especially with the spells his
sister has always been prone too...With /entirely/ different defination of
spell, mind you.
Yes, well. That's all well
and good, but Draco's still unconscious here, laying there in Fuuma's arms, not
even moving a muscle, save for to breathe, but that's just because, well, you
know, he kinda has to or he'll die.
Once they're all down in the
Dungeons, Cho looks around to make sure a certain Potions Professor isn't
within sight to go 'Aaaah! 50 points from Gryffindor and Ravenclaw for injuring
a Slytherin!' It wasn't us! Bah. Anyway, no oily man in sight so the short
Seeker pulls out her wand and says, "You can put him down now if you
want." Somehow she doubts he'll want to wake up in the arms of a
Gryffindor man. But either way, she murmurs the spell to revive him, whether
he's on the floor, or still held in the arms of the much taller man.
Fuuma eyes the floor a
little warily...Well, so much for pure stoicism. Somehow it doesn't seem right
to just dump him--Bad Fuuma. Indecision
is Kamui's forte. Common sense kicks in--he IS carrying a nasty little Slytherin
who isn't going to he a happy little Slytherin when he wakes up. So, as gently as possible, he lowers Draco to
the ground and steps awaaay, watching with some fascination as the spell is
cast. Despite his many misadventures
through the halls of Hogwarts, he has yet to really witness any form of healing
magic...
It's not healing magic, it's
just a reviving charm, made to revive one who has been knocked unconscious.
Most specfically by a stupefying hex. Slowly but surely, Draco awakens, sitting
up eventually, palm to his forehead, looking rather bewildered at his
surroundings. Hey! He wasn't here, before! He was in the entry hall, screaming
nasty things to Potter when... when... He was hit by a stupefy hex and knocked
unconscious. ._. Great, now, how did he get here. When he first looks up, the
blonde Malfoy spots Cho. This causes his brow to furrow. Surely SHE didn't
bring him here? A look around and then he spots Fuuma... and the Gryffindor
badge. OH MY GOD. -.- I'm going to be ill. Must cleanse self of all mudblood
loving germs, now. The boy doesn't even bother to say 'thank you'... he just
presses a hand against the cool wall of the dungeon, using it as a leverage and
pushes himself to his feet. -.- This will all be over soon...
That's right, it's not
really healing magic, but it's is likely the closest thing he's seen to it. Cho
waits around until he starts to revive and then immediately says, "Thank
you again." to the Gryffindor and turns away. She doesn't really want to
talk to Draco right now anyway. She got him close to his common room, and that
should be enough. It's probably more than she should have done after what
happened earlier.
"Your
welcome..." Fuuma answers quietly,
tawny eyes fixed on Draco with a tiny bit less concern he felt while the boy
was unconscious, but still enough that he nearly opens his mouth to ask if he's
allright...Only to think better of it.
No, maybe he'll...Let him walk away with his pride. Somehow it seems the wise tack to take, so,
with a simple quiet nod, the Gryffindor turns himself, his large form padding
off to find less hostile territories, and that much sought after fresh
air. Yes, this classifies as another odd
day at Hogwarts. Kotori will enjoy this.
-.-;
Uh-huh. Yes, well... o_o
Draco just... mutters the password to the wall, waits for it to move aside and
then slips into the Slytherin common room. Sweet sweet refuge. Maybe he will
definately stay in bed to think, next time, even if he can't, he will stay in
bed. o_o;