[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=Gold]Artemis Harrington[/color] and [color=6699FF]Apollo Harrington[/color]
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[b]Location:[/b] Knight Bus: Middle Back -> Carriage 2
[b]Magic:[/b] [color=gold]Legilimency[/color], [color=6699FF]Charms[/color][/center][hr]

Apollo rolled his eyes at Tonks as she cheered on for the Knight Bus. It wasn't so much that he didn't enjoy the excitement, rather that so much had already happened just moments before that he was unable to understand how anyone could possibly be cheering at a time like this. As the bus continued to rock and sway, tossing its patrons to and fro, Apollo remained seated and clinging for dear life. He could hear the hisses of pain coming from his twin further down the bus, though it was much more difficult to see as everyone was flailing about.

If he wasn’t hurt and upset, this would be right up Arty’s alley. It was like a rollercoaster but way more dangerous and he could totally get behind that. But right now for the first and probably last time in his life, he’d wished they just [i]waited[/i]. The bus ride wasn’t getting any easier with the constant stretching and swerving, the little joints resonating in his broken wrist drawing out a hiss of pain every time. Though, he whimpered as the last lurch slammed his wrist into the side of his chair and he doubled over around the wrist, rocking in the seat as he bit down on his lip to keep from crying. Everything got [i]loud[/i] after that, so many different snatches of conversation swimming around him and it felt like he was suffocating. 

As soon as the bus halted Apollo removed his wand from where he had stashed it and flourished it towards his feet. [Color=6699FF]"[i]Finite Incantatem[/i]"[/color] A brilliant blueish white light shown from the wand and then faded as he tried to move his ankles and then his feet. Chuffed that it had worked he doubled over on the spell, casting it behind him as he made his way over towards his twin brother in rather a hurry. [Color=6699FF]"Bloody hell what happened to you? You alright mate?"[/color] He was now kneeling before Artemis, wand hand on his shoulder, the other outstretched asking to see his injured limb.

Arty barely registered people moving around, overwhelmed by the noise of the bus and the background noise in his head. He looked up at his brother and opened his mouth, trying to get words out that felt like molasses in his throat, but nothing came out. He offered his wrist out gingerly, the broken wrist discolored and lumpy. Arty just shrugged helplessly. 

Apollo sucked in air through clenched teeth as he looked at Arties wrist. It definitely didn't look good, and unfortunately healing wasn't one of his main academic focuses. [Color=6699FF]"Its probably best we let Madame Pomfrey take a look at this. Until then I can offer a splint to help ease the pain and keep it straight. [i]Ferula[/i]"[/color] He removed his wand arm from Artemis's shoulder and pointed his wand at his wrist. Banadages began to conjure out the tip as the wrapped around the wound and tightened. Two wooden beams placed above and below the injury to keep it safe and straightened until a professional could look at it. [Color=6699FF]"How's that?"[/color]

Arty watched with apprehension as his twin conjured a splint. He braced himself for the pain, hissing reflexively as the bandages wound themselves around the break and the wooden beams. It hurt, nothing could stop that, but it felt better than it did before. Arty gave a little sigh of relief and gave his brother a weak smile. He looked around for Mary with a frown.

Apollo followed his brother’s gaze, glancing around only to notice that both Mary and Georgina were missing, all the while Madalyne was missing a tooth. He shrugged and wrapped his arm underneath Artie’s, using himself to support his brother’s weight and lift them both up. [Color=6699FF]"You know prefects, jumping towards the orders of a House Head before the drop of a sickle. Best we get ourselves going too, wouldn't want to keep Dumbledoor waiting of all people."[/color]

Arty nodded, letting his brother support his weight as he stood. The voices in his head were growing louder, almost painfully so, and he clung harder to Apollo as they walked out of the Knight Bus. There were just so many voices, so many people, so many things going on, it was so much. Too much! He knew he should be doing better; he was a prefect just like Mary so he should be hopping to it too but he couldn’t focus past the sound in his head. He shut his eyes as he tried to focus, trusting Apollo to keep him stable.

It wasn’t difficult to understand what was happening here. Apollo had been through these fits himself and the damage caused by both the Knight Bus and the attack on the Hogwarts Express was clearly stress enough to allow their Legilimency classes to slip. There wasn't much Apollo could do except to take his brother out of the bus as quickly as possible and to a less dense area. [Color=6699FF]"Make way Make Way! Got a prefect that got banged up real good here! Move aside the lot of you."[/color] He hurried his way through the students, taking them down to the lower decks where he spotted Georgina. 

He wasn't quite sure what was said or done to have her sitting alone in the bus, but all he could do was offer her an apologetic smile as he nodded towards Arties wrist and continued on his way out. [Color=6699FF]"Alright make way people! Banged up prefect coming through! Thanks!"[/color] Once they were outside he noticed McGonagall standing there, her firm face plastered as usual behind her glasses. [Color=6699FF]"Sorry it took a bit madame, Artie here seems to of broken his wrist something fowl, perhaps you could take a look at it before we head off?"[/color]

McGonagall’s stern face softened. [b]“Of course, Mr. Harrington.”[/b] She pulled out her wand and whispered an incantation as she tapped Artemis’ wrist, a plaster cast appearing to keep it from being injured further. [b]“After speaking with the Headmaster, Madam Pomfrey will mend his wrist.”[/b]

Arty was so focused on trying to keep the voices in his head from getting louder, he startled when the plaster cast appeared around his wrist. He jerked back instinctively but after some inspection, nodded at the Professor’s instructions and mustered up a smile as best he could with everything pressing inside his head.

[Color=6699FF]"Thank you again. C'mon Artie let's get in the carriage."[/color] He offered her a warm smile as he made his was towards the first carriage when he heard Mary tell them Paige had gone into that one.[Color=6699FF]"Blimey, thanks Mary. That would've been a long ride for sure. Though I can't say I ever really know what the headmasters thinking."[/color] With that the twins entered into the second carriage, guiding Artie into a corner furthest from the door.