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Date: January 16th, 2013
Today's Forecast: The air is reminiscent of spring. The snow, turning slowly into a fine carpet of slush, is slowly disappearing after a decidedly warm spell. |
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It is now: Year 7 - Day 4 - Supper/Quidditch Practice
Happening now: Supper Azkaban Trip is now out of time. Feel free to continue all plots as planned. Feel free to finish all plots out of time. |
| Next: Day 5: Valentine's Day |
| Read Today's Daily Prophet: Knights of Walpurgis attack Hogwarts; Belleford steps down as Hogwarts closes until further notice |
| Welcome to Hogwarts Interactive Role Play, one of the net's best in Harry Potter and Hogwarts role plays. We hope you enjoy your visit. Here at Hogwarts our students are currently in their Seventh Year. Last year, the war against the Knights crescendoed into a direct attack against the school. Disappearances are still reported (or not) daily, and the Dark Lord and his Knights of Walpurgis have succeeded in spreading their message of "do as thou will" far and wide across the globe. Magical Law Enforcement, which is now the only authority in the wizarding world under Martial Law, has responded by tightening security, controlling the media, and strictly enforcing curfews and other laws. Their control is damaging to the people's freedom, and their hierarchy is a suspicious lot. It is clear that some members of the MLE like their new found power a bit too much, others see it necessary, but all are in serious danger of being consumed by it. But with the picture of just what Azariah Amaranth is after becoming ever clearer, and a third player in the form of a group called SAVIOR entering the scene, what will the MLE do next to ensure that they've got the situation under control? The Elementium, the Higher Plane that had once been hidden just beyond the veil in the Department of Mysteries, and the Deathly Hallows. The pieces of the puzzle have been identified, but what picture do they make? Today is Day 1 of Year Seven. Students have had time to recover from the Knight's attack, and are beginning to reluctantly return to the walls of Hogwarts. The safety of the school has been diminished, bringing up the question everyone must ask. Are you safe anywhere these days? It's up to each individual to decide their fate, where will you decide to go? You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free. If you are interested in joining our forum as a role player, please take a look at the Joining HIRP Checklist (click me!) for an easy-to-follow guide on how to join! Click here to register! Await your email confirmation before you can post. If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
| Hideous Creatures; Year 7, Day 2 - 3 ... Detention (OPEN!) | |
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| Brock Baker | Sep 23 2012, 05:41:32 PM Post #1 |
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Ever since Halloween there had been a significant increase in the number of detentions dealt by the Head of MLE. Whether it was because of the sabotage on the student body two weeks ago or the man's sudden inexplicable distemper, nobody could tell for sure. Not even Baker himself. But making the kids useful while giving them a healthy fright seemed like a decent enough idea. The presence of the Ravenclaw Head, obviously requested by the Potions professor without a timely appraisal, was about as surprising to Brock as her earlier visit in his classroom. Or maybe what had transpired there in spite of his natural stubborn determination. Perhaps it didn't work all that well concerning things he was having difficulty resolving himself about. Like why the hell he was so bloody elated about being on speaking terms with her again or not feeling a even bit remorseful for nearly taking it too far. Nearly. Nevertheless, the presence of Scarecrow and Hot Shot should make the outing a little more challenging. And not only because he wanted to keep those two apart. Or because his mind kept trying to go a couple of hours back in time. Marching through the Entrance Hall, Brock collected the ensemble with an upbeat: "Come on, Girl Scouts, the trolls are not gonna wait all night." He noticed some of the younger students exchange worried glances, already knowing his goal wouldn't be too hard to achieve. That was unless Scare decided to hold his hand after all. Alright, time to think about something else for a change. Like how nice it would be if Cylas got attacked by Bowtruckles. Now there was an idea. Would be educational, too. The group was down by the Groundskeeper's hut a minute later, where Baker stopped at last. One hand propped against its stone wall as he nodded to the other Auror accompanying them. "Take a bag from Uncle Ben's here. And don't even think about picking any of that stuff with magic." The older black enforcer merely shook his head at the nickname as he began handing out the packets. Each one comprised of a couple of smaller bags and a list of ingredients they were liable to collect. To the Professor's list of three, which already included odious rotten Moon Snake eggs, Brock chose to add one of his own. It being Forest Troll dung that was only there to serve as means of punishment and entertainment. The next while was spent giving several brief instructions and dividing students into two groups. One was to go with Hot Shot and Ben's and the other with himself and Scarecrow. They were introduced to the basics of how not to get killed, pick a partner to watch each other's back and, in case they were stupid enough to get lost, how to call for help with some fancy sparks from their wands. "Alright, everyone keep your wand handy, if at all possible without shooting each other's arse off. Elliot and Professor Hicks are kind enough to show you all the ingredients and how to collect them." As he spoke, the man snatched two of the spare packets, unceremoniously throwing one at Hot Shot and pressing the other to Hiccups' chest. He sent her a smug smirk, letting his gaze fall briefly to his fingers before letting the hand drop and turning away. "Now, move it!" (OOC: Feel free to make up the other ingredients and choose a group. I imagine the one with Cylas will be more lenient. And now would probably be the best time to ask any questions. Also, the other students may be from Fifth Year up.) Edited by Brock Baker, Sep 23 2012, 05:50:41 PM.
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| Professor Halcyon Hicks | Sep 25 2012, 01:01:31 PM Post #2 |
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Halcyon has spent a greater portion of her time since seeing Brock pacing. It had taken a bit too long for anything but ‘holy fuck' to start going through her mind. Once most immediately out of the strange grip he held on her mind she couldn't help but panic. What else could she do? If the past few hours were any point of reference she was anything but a reasonable adult! Much less a professional, or someone who could be relied upon as a rolemodel for a group of students. What the devil was she going to do with herself? What was she going to say to Harry? His notebook, the one he had claimed was a friend's, was getting clutched a bit too tightly in pale fingers. She was agitated with herself because the main problem, and she would have much preferred for it to be in regards to her reputation, was that nothing, really, had come out of it! Well, if she was expecting Brock to give her anything but trouble she was in for a bad time. The notebook had long since been angrily discarded on her notebook as she attempted to focus her thoughts on the task at hand and only the task at hand. She was glad the walk to the Entrance Hall was a solitary one. Hm, this was going to be difficult. The Professor had thought she'd been coping fairly well, even acting normal, up until the point he handed her a packet. It took a little too much self restraint to not whack him upside the head with it. The Potion master had managed to leave out that they she would be expected to demonstrate. Her suspicious mind had automatically assumed Baker had added that in for a giggle. With a disparaging flip of her wand she summoned rubber gloves and started handing them out. She wasn't about to stick her bare hands in troll dung and she didn't expect them to either. The groups split and the Professor went from student to student, offering help where necessary and wishing she hadn't spent so much time on her feet in the past couple of hours. They were fairly deep into the forest, as such ingredients weren't the easiest to acquire when she straightened, having been hovering over some sort of mushroom. The debate as to whether or not it was the correct fungus quickly ended, as did most chatter. The woman's voice cut through a suddenly eerily quiet clearing. There was something off in the distance. Screaming? The woman felt her blood chill. "Baker-" He probably didn't need to be notified. |
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| Hazel Evans | Sep 25 2012, 03:05:49 PM Post #3 |
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Hm, detention. It wasn't really that shocking considering how much she was struggling in keeping up with her school work. Was it ironic that in such a dark time defence against seemed to be quite low on her priorities list? Things this year were different. Upon finding herself in a steady relationship it seemed that whatever social life she had... vanished. The fickleness of previous relationships suddenly blazingly apparent. In the past it was her social life that would have interfered with her studies... now it was her complete inability to focus. Hazel had always figured she was a bit more realistic than all this. Now her head was flitting off in the clouds more often than nought! This was precisely the place they were as she found her way to the entrance hall, a fairly large group of students had amassed. She took a moment to focus herself and took a few moments to help calm down a fellow Ravenclaw, who was afraid something bad was going to happen in the Forbidden Forest. Hazel wasn’t particularly worried, they were going in with four armed bodyguard. OK, three, Professor Hicks didn’t really count, did she? While she was glad that she wasn’t in Baker’s group she wasn’t at all enthused at what the detention entailed. The teen crinkled her nose at the paper, taking a moment to memorize the list of instructions before tucking the piece of paper away and gladly accepting a pair of rubber gloves from her Professor. It only took her a few minutes to realize she was very bad at treating Cylas like an auror. Hopefully nobody noticed the familiar way in which she referred to him... Of course, by this point, no one would probably be particularly shocked seeing her flirting with an auror. Realizing the cynical trail of her thoughts she instead focused the negative emotion on a particularly difficult root. Her fingers slipped along the slimy surface and she landed flat on her ass a few seconds later, squishing down in the mud. Her partner, the skittish Ravenclaw from before, offered a hand up and the two had a laugh over the matter. It was just as she was accepting the hand that she noticed a peculiar movement in the darkness. Curiously, her wand raised. ”Get out!” But her scream was lost in the sudden chaos that ensued. They were surrounded, it would seem, and hers was not the first scream to have been loosed into the night air. The teen had managed to shove the fifth year out of the way but had little time to do much else. The great spider was upon her. Any noise met a terrible death in her throat. Terror coursed through her veins. The wand in her hand rendered useless in her fright. She felt completely consumed, her two eyes unable to tear from the eight of the monster above her. There was a horribly long moment where nothing happened, she lay in the mud, staring up at the hairy beast; the cries of those around her a distant murmur compared to the blood pounding within her ears. A blinding flash of light from the Ravenclaw beside her and the spider drew back in horror. Kicked into motion by the bright reminder her hands and legs worked to propel her body into a standing position. The teen vaguely remembered pushing the girl back in the direction they had come from, as they had moved a bit apart from the main group in their hunt, yelling at her to move... Hazel did not get very far. The teen was entirely unsure what had caused her to trip, only that the spider was once again upon her. She watched the retreating back of the girl for a small moment before spinning onto her back and aiming her wand up at the spider. The words upon her lips faltered... Edited by Hazel Evans, Sep 25 2012, 04:19:37 PM.
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| Brock Baker | Sep 25 2012, 06:38:03 PM Post #4 |
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If he had felt charitable, which they'd already established earlier he wasn't, Brock might have even applauded to Scare's undecipherable composure. Especially after realizing his harmless teasing gesture once more threatened to slip into the gutter. Disappointment came next when she decided to give out protective gloves to everyone. Where was the punishment, and fun, in that? But he didn't want to start an argument with her in front of the students. Again. Instead, he merely rolled his eyes and led the way into the moonlit darkness of the forest. It wasn't even halfway as satisfying to see her gather all the disgusting stuff like that. But he took what he got. And couldn't wait for her to find out she had to do none of it. While the place wasn't as dangerous as most students feared, at least not with a couple experienced professionals around, excluding Elliot and Scare, Baker remained watchful throughout their trip. Only sparing an occasional furtive glance towards the Professor when she decided to collect something from the ground. The 'no magic rule' seemed to have worked out better than expected. It was during one of his head counts when a distant scream drew Brock's attention. Surely enough, there was a flash of red from where the other group should have been, as if someone attempted to send out the emergency signal, likely hitting a tree trunk instead. His first instinct was to run over when Scare's voice halted him. Right, there was a bunch of kids he had to look after as well. Could he trust his two Aurors to deal with the situation on their own? Or could he trust Hiccups to take his group safely back to the castle? Tough choice, really, but he made a quick call. "I want you to take everyone right that way," he motioned to the shortest course out of the forest, not entirely believing in her sense of direction. "If anything happens send out blue fireworks." Addressing the students, he got them moving by bellowing, "Get your asses out of here!" Hoping he didn't just make a very bad decision, Brock set off towards the other gang. Trees parted before the man as he raced through, wand ready in his hand. It didn't take long to notice a younger girl running away, a quick look revealing why. With a single red blast, the spider hovering over the lying student shrieked in agony as it was flung away. Brock didn't recognize the Ravenclaw until he dragged to her feet by the fabric on her shoulder. "Anyone taught you how to use a wand?" he had time to criticize Hooter as he searched the surroundings for any more risks and the rest of her group. The amassing army of overgrown spiders was a rather concerning sight but there was no time to dawdle about. Spotting the Aurors, Brock pushed urgently her in their direction. "Get back to your boyfriend and tell him he's an idiot." Facing the approaching insects, he began to zap the closest ones before taking out several at once with a deadly sweep of his wand. Ben's joined him shortly but was sent away with similar instructions to Scare's. He seemed reluctant to go at first but Brock's persuasive talents won a moment later. "Go on, I'll hang out with these bastards for a bit." Not only the other creatures, Centaurs in particular, wouldn't be happy about him killing out a whole species, but Baker found there were far too many to take down without toasting half of the forest in the process. Something he wouldn't have minded much if there still weren't students in it. Noticing in time the creatures were trying to surround him, Brock said goodbye with a fancy explosion before turning on his heel in a swift jog towards the edge of the woods. |
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| Professor Halcyon Hicks | Sep 30 2012, 09:19:18 PM Post #5 |
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Halcyon, having could of gone without the directions but seeing no need to argue, nodded resolutely. It certainly made more sense than taking the entire group of students into danger. Whatever that danger may be. Her mind had most immediately soared to the worst case scenario and she nor a group of teenagers would be of any help if the other group had managed to stumble across a group of Knights. The Professors stomach churned uncomfortably, but she followed behind the group of students; keeping a close eyes to make sure none wandered off course. There was an incredible sense of relief when she caught sight of the other group. The two merging chaotically as they continued in the same direction. A loud explosion signalling, rather prudently, that Baker himself was still alive. Halle did not bother asking what had happened, there seemed to be a more pressing matter at hand. The danger seemed to be averted, however; this didn't stop her group's hurried rush out of the forest. The goal was, quite simply, to get everyone back to the castle. She wasn't quite expecting the forest to act against her in this. Her foot awkwardly landing in a pitfall caused a sudden pain to shoot up her leg. The Professor flinched, swore and pointed her wand down at the counter productive limb. A few moments, using a nearby tree for support, she had pulled the foot free. No one, of course, had noticed the discrepancy as she had been following behind them. The group, while she could still hear them, had long since vanished from her sight. An odd mixture of agitation and fear swelled up. They weren't very far from the edge of the woods and it wasn't as if she was expecting anything to spring upon them or her. It was just one of the things that made her feel rather incompetent. A quick spell dulled the pain of the injury and while it might have been stupid to apply weight to the wounded area she'd be damned if she was going to send out blue sparks and ask for help. Another spell and the ankle was braced. The woman found herself lingering, though she knew it would be a heck of a lot better, for more than one reason, were she to just continue on her merry way. The sound of approaching footsteps had her vaguely regretting this decision. It occurred to her, briefly, that the loud explosion could have meant any number of things and she found herself regretting the earlier decision not to ask for clarification from one of the harried aurors. Admittedly, there hadn't been much time for small talk, but... |
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| Brock Baker | Oct 1 2012, 05:41:52 AM Post #6 |
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It should have been enough time for everyone to get back to safety. And while keeping one eye out for the pursuing spiders, the other kept on scanning the woods for any stragglers. Sight already mostly adjusted to darkness, Brock spotted a silhouette barely in time to stop himself from running into it. Upon closer inspection, her identity was revealed and he stepped closer. "How nice of you to wait for me, honey," he smirked, appearing unconcerned by the low shrieking noises beginning to catch up with him. "Tell me you're not shit scared of spiders as well. Not the best time to faint into my arms." If that ever happened again, he was hoping it would be under somewhat different circumstances. That was an interesting thought. The man was about to prompt Scare forward when he took note of her awkward stance which made his gaze venture lower than it usually would. "Seriously?" A quick look over his shoulder suggested the beasts weren't all that eager to give up on their prey. And that their large legs carried them much faster than their more common siblings. Well aware they shouldn't waste any more time, and that hovering charms wouldn't be quick enough to get the job done, Brock closed the rest of the distance between himself and the professor with an amused: "Let's hope you've lost some of those pounds, just for this occasion." In one fluid motion, he stooped low and wrapped both arms around her waist, lifting her onto his shoulder with seemingly no effort at all. This wasn't exactly as hoisting her atop a desk, and they hadn't had bloodthirsty furry-legged creatures chasing after them that time, but he certainly wasn't about to complain about the view their situation provided. But it would have been a really bad idea to abuse it in any way. Though, his brain wasn't helping coming up with all sorts of colourful suggestions. "Okay, get your wand and keep our friends off my ass." A hand innocently brushed against her rear as he secured a grip on her legs and begun a dash towards the castle. |
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| Professor Halcyon Hicks | Oct 2 2012, 09:40:48 PM Post #7 |
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Was this relief? At the sight of Brock? Surely she could only blame the adrenaline. Halle was certain the indiscrimination had gone unnoticed and not because her attention was rapidly stolen by the commotion he had brought with him. It didn't seem prudent to inform him that if she were to faint into his arms it would be more likely from the pain shooting up her ankle than the spiders pursuing. He noticed the discrepancy moments later and she felt the need to comment on the incoming monster horde. Her wand was still gripped nervously in her hand but her voice came out uncommonly strong, "You piss off everyone you meet?" It wasn't really a question. It was perhaps a little too easy to forget the incoming danger with such a lurid distraction. Was it trust? In his abilities? She was unsure. But she had not been expecting him to hoist her about like a sack of potatoes. The woman had automatically moved away when he had started to close the difference between them, a defence mechanism that both probably understood the need for all too well. Her ankle hitched, however, and his arms were around her. Incorrigible stuttering, completely unintelligible yet entirely cognitively understandable escaped. Some form of protest, she assumed, but she'd be damned if that was going to stop him. This was- was this seriously happening? "You can't-" A pause to smack at his hand, "Put me--" It only really occurred to her that he wasn't joking when he started running. What the bloody jesus fucking hell, "Arania Exumia!" A few curses on her part and she was protecting his rear to the best of her ability. But the number of spiders was daunting and the arachnids were a lot quicker than they. Had she had the breath to spare she might have irritably told the man to speed up but if she had spoken up with anything other than a spell they might have come out a lot worse for wear. This was one of the single most disorienting encounters of her life. Topped only by an encounter with the man himself. The dark of the battlefield left a lot to the imagination and the brief glances into the surrounding horde did little for encouragement. Her shots were mostly blind but the spiders so close she never missed a shot. The woman was only aware Brock had been injured by the sudden disorientation in his step, a pace that had otherwise been flawless faltered. The professor did not apologize but blasted the sucker into the nearest tree. It was probably how close they were to the outer rim of the forest that saved them. As it was anything but her prowess as a witch. The spiders withdrew, hissing irritably. The woman flashed a spell, a flare flowing out in the direction they had come from and watched the retreating arachnids with a vague sense of confusion. "Ease up." |
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| Brock Baker | Oct 3 2012, 06:43:58 PM Post #8 |
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"It's a gift," he replied flippantly. Yep, some people could draw, others control water or turn into a bird... And he knew, without even trying, how to piss someone off enough to make them start a fight. It even proved useful in certain areas of his job. Like arresting a wizard, without any hard evidence, for assaulting an officer if only to gain more time. And he was rarely ever wrong when it came to instinct at work, or finding guilty suspects. The man couldn't really care less that his abilities affected his personal life as well. In fact, that was just too much fun at times. It was simply impossible not to at least marginally enjoy the situation. He truly shouldn't have found it so hilarious in the face of danger, but Scare's violent reaction, despite not giving him a slightest pause, made him want to reprise the manoeuvre under different circumstances. The vile noises behind his back and a glimpse of fangs at the side, however, forced Brock to collect himself enough not to send them both crashing into a ditch somewhere. His wand was still grasped in his left as he removed any obstacles in his way, or made up a few for their pursuers. But not even his daily jogging exercise proved to be enough to slip away from the vicious animals, and he was soon to pay for his earlier lapse of concentration. The man grunted at the sudden sharp pain in his posterior, almost losing his footing in the process. Either Scare had a rather sharp set of canines or something very unpleasant had just happened down there. If it didn't take so much effort to grit his teeth together and focus on putting one foot before the other, Brock would have no doubt made at attempt at a witty comment regarding her inability to follow instructions. But as it were, it was getting increasingly more difficult to push himself forward. Everything else was blocked out, but it felt like forever before Scare's words pierced through the fog creeping into senses. The Auror didn't need to be told twice, and tossed the load off his shoulder as his knees buckled underneath. His palms braced against the ground as he tried to catch his breath, the action on itself signalling something wasn't quite right. "Fuck." He shook his head in an attempt to clear his thoughts, an act that didn't help at all. "My ass," he complained, "is it bleeding?" For some reason, his phrasing stuck him as extraordinarily amusing and his shoulders begun to shake in suppressed laughter, which managed to escape soon after. Lowering to his elbows, he pressed a hand to his face to help in the battle against the uncontrollable chortling. "Ahh, that's not funny. It really hurts," he finally managed to utter breathlessly. "What the hell?" There was the realization that he hadn't been exactly acting normal, but he was having a hard time explaining it. Slowly, Brock keeled to his side and searched the darkness for the familiar face of his colleague, scrunching his eyes briefly at the contact with the ground. "I'm fine, babe," he reassured with a smirk. He was always fine, so that had been an automated answer with no consideration whatsoever. In fact, the pain was slowly fading away, and he gradually felt himself relax. Licking his lips as he gave her a once-over, the man continued in what could be considered a seductive tone, "Feel like continuing what we've started earlier?" Since his hands were having trouble doing a coordinated effort to push him closer, he resorted to lazily reaching one of them out in invitation. The limb soon began to feel heavier than usual, and he was left with no option but to lay it down reluctantly. A feeble push helped him onto his back as he closed his eyes. "Ha-Lee," Brock crooned lightly, smiling to himself, the first syllable barely audible. "Mia culone." Absentmindedly, the fingers of his still outstretched hand found her form and set about to trace random patterns on her knee. Edited by Beth Snape, Oct 5 2012, 02:58:51 PM.
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| Professor Halcyon Hicks | Oct 4 2012, 07:28:39 PM Post #9 |
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The professor connected with the ground ungracefully. Her ankle throbbed irritably. Had circumstances been different she might have ripped the auror a new hole in his ass for dropping her but she was a bit too concerned to be agitated. Halcyon took a few moments to pull herself off the ground before moving in closer to the man. Hands, which had been reaching for him to offer some form of support, redirected at his complaint and her wand deftly illuminated the infected area. The woman cringed, the light wavered slightly, but her attention was redirected before she could determine much of anything. What the hell? A quick question in regards to his health was slipped out, she needed to know what was wrong with him beyond what she could physically see to determine how to help him. Brock, shockingly, was resilient to this tactic and somehow decided that flirting would be a good idea. Frustration quickly mixed in with her worry, making it all that much harder to focus. Maybe if he didn't have chunk missing out of a tender area. Pushing aside the hyperbole the woman tried to think with a clear head. Everything seemed a little more clear as he spoke her name, or perhaps she finally went crazy. She'd always heard that people under such circumstances did not realize it. Realizing, or perhaps having some sort of clue as to what was wrong with him, she moved in closer. Perhaps a reluctant compliance to his "come hither"; he was probably far too disoriented to notice the difference at this point. Ignoring the odd sensation springing from the patterns on her knee she broke the distance between the two; her hands cupping either side of his face. One smacking his cheek in attempts to get his undivided intention. "Brock," The woman hovered, close enough to give her own heart a painful jolt; the tips of their noses brushing innocently, unintentionally, against each other. Halle stared down into those terribly blue eyes for a moment, as one might before a kiss... and perhaps she had even considered such an option, before continuing, "Stop getting comfortable because you need to get the fuck up." Her voice was shockingly stern, a side affect of the concern flowing through her veins. Hopefully, and she was fairly certain she hadn't miscalculated something, the mini adrenaline rush from her stunt would give him clarity enough to listen and perhaps give her a few moments to think of a better way to jump start his heart. Pulling away before he could properly react she followed up with more instructions, "Roll onto your front, I'm going to try something." Was that unintentionally seductive? Hmm. Moving on. It was going to get her a bit more personal with his backside than she'd ever really intended, but... She wasn't about to manhandle him and take him to the Hospital Wing nor did she think that a hover charm would get him there fast enough. Plus she'd probably end up accidentally running him into a tree or something. Her hands, one still gripping the wand, helped him over regardless on whether he wanted to or not. A few more minutes and her spell was working to counteract that of the poison, she'd also managed something for the pain before moving to help him into a standing position. Edited by Hazel Evans, Oct 5 2012, 01:51:40 PM.
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| Brock Baker | Oct 5 2012, 05:17:27 PM Post #10 |
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The harsh handling of his face prompted Brock's eyes to flutter open. A last confused blink before they centred unfalteringly at the set of her warm hazel ones. His name on her tongue and her light touch momentarily stole the man's speech away, and his jaw slackened with a brief glance at her lips, which was shortly followed by a dry swallow. It was impossible to feel any more awake and it looked as though some of his focus was returning as well. Suddenly, he found it much easier to bring his palm to her side, though he was unsure whether with a motive to it to bring her closer or push her away. But his mind regained enough sense to address what was likely a more pressing problem. "What's wrong with me?" he breathed in an indistinct voice that lacked his usual confidence. He hated not knowing; much preferring to see his opponents. Something or someone he could physically fight. As fearless as he always posed and felt, the Auror couldn't bear the thought of being rendered helpless. Her command was answered with a resolute nod. Even though its tone sent a peculiar chill down his spine, one that his speeding heart seemed to rather enjoy, that habitual stubborn determination begun to seep its way back into his eyes. He felt much more himself, though instantly missing her warmth, when she pulled away. Somehow, Brock understood she must have had some kind of plan, and even that her breach of his personal space probably hadn't been meant intimately - however disgruntled that realization tried to make him. The indecent spark returned as his lips crooked lopsidedly at the tenor of her order. "Do anything you wish, ma'am, I can take it," he replied in kind. His hands were much more useable, and able to roll him over. They then folded beneath his head as it pivoted to look at her. "No need to be gentle." His words and their playful nature were effortless to generate then, or rather nearly impossible to do anything about. Not that he complained. At any rate, he was aware of the reality again, hopefully that's what it was, enough to be only joking this time. From the most part, anyway. Taking the situation lightly was decidedly preferable to worrying about whether he'd even make it. Much to his displeasure, Scare didn't take the hands on approach he wouldn't have minded. No matter the situation, obviously. But not seeing what was going on back there kept him in suspense until she finished. The heaviness of his muscles faded and he was fairly sure she was doing something to his nervous system as well, for he could barely feel any pain at all. Not an aid he was happy about, but hey, at least he wasn't a pathetic cripple anymore; that wasn't something he'd ever want to revisit. If only to salvage some of his pride, Brock did his best to get to his feet in a way that suggested it required no effort at all; let alone her help. But the rush of blood made him slightly dizzy, and he sneaked a hand around her shoulder to steady himself. Well, so much for that. "Familiar, huh?" he chuckled. For a very brief moment, his gaze had an almost gentle value about it. Was if gratefulness? Relief? The sudden urge to kiss her was disregarded as the lingering trails of the poison likely still coursing through his veins, and he shook his head with a much common smirk coming out at the other end. "Did you at least get a good look?" The sarcasm sounded hollow in his words. What he truly wished to know was whether this was the end of it, but hoped she would tell him some good news on her own. The last thing he wanted was to be left with any lasting effects, a probability that only fuelled his initial reluctance to ask. |
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| Professor Halcyon Hicks | Oct 8 2012, 09:10:34 PM Post #11 |
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There was a vast sense of relief upon the realization that her scheme had helped, even slightly. It gave her a basis on how to help him better, short term, as she had no idea what was wrong with him. Nor how to fix him. It was really very shocking seeing him indisposed. Seeing the man not the same as he always had her feeling vaguely unhinged. If they could get to the edge of the forest... Her hand, having felt his rise, wrapped tensely around the fingers. She squeezed, in a comforting sort of way, before removing the appendage and releasing him, "Nothing that can't be fixed." What good would theories be to him anyway? Best they could do was getting moving as quick as possible; unless of course she had misjudged something and moving him would only make it worse... Focus, woman. The woman's personal doubts were easier to ignore upon being faced with the man's humour. The professor quirked an eyebrow at the man, her smile barely distinguishable in the darkness. "Down boy." The tone had an indistinguishable playful quality, even as it reprimanded him. Her free hand having lowered to eye level and pointing an imperious 'shh' his way, in warning. Halcyon wasn't above smacking him again. It would probably be very... frowned upon were she to take him up on his verbal offer. The thought that she owed him one was quietly pushed to the back of her mind as she focused on the task at hand. Whatever she had been worrying about previously was put to rest as the spell took a hold of the man and straightened him out a bit. The woman rested back for a short moment before forcing herself to stand. They weren't done here yet. Brock apparently had decided he would try rising without assistance and she didn't have the breath to caution him otherwise. Nor would she impose anything upon him. Not in relation to his ego leastwise. Halle braced herself as his arm wrapped around her, her own following suit and offering a bit more support. Once more her heart skittered uncomfortably; whatever was wrong with him wasn't helping at all with her Brock-complex. Something about his gaze... The smile in return was laced with a sort of warmth it normally lacked. The smile was quick to turn into its usual, cynical, counterpart; she wondered if it was karma that would have him wounded in the ass so often... but thought better than to speak it out loud. A good look? That was, that was really beside the point. Ignoring the fact that her own curiosity- Right. He wasn't really asking about that. It was probably worry that had fueled that question, as it lacked any sort of familiarity. Like the entirety of this situation. Without meaning to, she smirked, "You're going to be fine." Her tone, as reassuring as she could make given the implication, could probably not be misinterpreted. Spider bite and all. The trek out of the forest was laborious. Her twisted ankle not helping the journey in the slightest, the pace was slow in compensation of their injuries. The exercise seemed to be enough to help amplify the desired effects of her spell had coherent him enough throughout the journey. They met up with Uncle Ben's outside the woods, Cylas having been tasked with returning the students to their common rooms. Their situation was explained, and reassurance towards the safety of the students given, as the three hobbled their way back into Hogwarts and towards the Hospital Wing. Edited by Professor Halcyon Hicks, Oct 8 2012, 09:11:23 PM.
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