Riven Wight
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Dae"Now, this is your list, will you follow it?" Kieran's eyes focused on his cousin as she waved a familiar sheet in front of his eyes. Snatching it and ignoring the swatt and huff for his action, he scans his class list and rolls his eyes.
I don't need you there all the time, Rina. These classes won't help you with what you have in mind. His fingers signed easily, Rina's eyes rolled as she links their arms and proceeds to guide him forward.
"Extra courses d4nt hurt Kie, besides one class on your list is new and I couldn't get placed in it. Here we are, where do you want to sit?" Kieran scanned the room and raised his left hand, pointing to a pair of seats in the middle of the room. Rina squeezes his arm and guides him forward, Kieran allows it and takes his seat, the quiet of the room easing the headache he could feel beginning the form. Placing his head on the cool wood of the table, Kieran took a few moments to relax, he grunted softly when cool fingers tapped on his cheek.
Hm? He sighed lazily with his left hand, Rina tugged on his cheek and with reluctance, Kieran's eye open and focus on her. Her brows are furrowed and her lips are thin, blinking he lifts his head and taps his index and middle finger against the tabletop. What is it? is the quiet gesture, Rina bends and tugs her book and quill out, followed by a clean sheet of paechmen before answering.
"Your magic is...did you take it before breakfast?" Her voice is soft but tense, Kieran sits up straightener in his stool and gives her a firm nod. He'd taken the potion the Healers had given him, his brows furrowed when the mention of his magic though. Rina must of read him because she huffed and raised both hands to sign. She didn't mind doing it, she just didn't seem able to find the words to describe what she meant when she signed, she sometimes did it half in sign and half out loud. Their uncle alway found it amusing, Kieran watched as her fingers began to form the words she seemed reluctant to voice.
I ask because your magic is- "-shifting?-" -and your cheeks are getting flushed. Are you okay? Kieran blinked once more and lifted his right hand to his cheek, he winced and dropped it back to his side. The Healers had warned him, he would be prone to sickness and that he needed to take the potion they gave him without fail, after breakfast and dinner. He lifted his gaze and found narrowed topaz eyes focused on him, his own shift away as a sigh escaped his lips.
I feel a headache forming, however I don't think it's that much of a problem yet. Being here and not at hone might be the cause, let me see how this class goes and I'll let you know. Potions isn't so hard. He offers Rina a small smile, she narrows her eyes further before leaning back on her stool and facing forward. A silent gesture of acceptance, doing the same, Kieran felt a pulse race through his skull as a strange pain begins in his chest. His fingers of his left hand absently curl into the fabric of his robes and grip tightly.
Tired golden eyes scan the sheets filling the entire surface of the mohogany desk, pale fingers tap a tuneless rhythm across the closest sheet. A huff escaped petal-pink lips as a soft hoot fills the air, golden eyes shifting from their current scrutiny of the sheet that had the name of patients, the owl hooted once more and ruffled its black-brown feathers.
"A storm is brewing Eros, do you really wish to hunt?" The owl hooted and rolled it's head, sighing and rising from the cushioned wing-backed chair. A flick of the wand held loosely in her free hand, had the windows opening anda blast of rain-heavy smelling air filing her office. Eros hooted happily and took off into the morning air, flicking her wand once more, the window closed and locked once more. She didn't get it, the facts don't add up, the children that had lost their voices suddenly loosing the ability to breathe?
Turning back to her desk and aiming to sit back and review the information, the sound of her office door opening had her pausing.
"Healer Astana, we have another that just lost the ability to breathe. We've manged to stabilize her, please come immediately." The Mediwizard rushed to explain, his eyes wide with a mixture of emotion she couldn't deal with right now. Abandoning the files, she grabbed her green robes and rushed to follow the MediwIzard. Something disn't sit right, lips thinning and pace picking up, golden eyes flashed as sparks hovered at the tip of her wand.
They were starting once more. The attacks on the victims of the first 'infection', teeth gritting and robes billowing behind her, she mentally went through the damned list for patients that weren't within St. Mungos and cursed silently.
"I need someone to find the list on my desk that holds the out-patients and track down the ones marked with red. Get them here promptly, move people!" Her voice was harsh and curt, the closest Mediwitches moved into action. Things are going to get bad and fast, and to think a few were at Hogwarts, what a great way to start the term. @Sunflower
I don't need you there all the time, Rina. These classes won't help you with what you have in mind. His fingers signed easily, Rina's eyes rolled as she links their arms and proceeds to guide him forward.
"Extra courses d4nt hurt Kie, besides one class on your list is new and I couldn't get placed in it. Here we are, where do you want to sit?" Kieran scanned the room and raised his left hand, pointing to a pair of seats in the middle of the room. Rina squeezes his arm and guides him forward, Kieran allows it and takes his seat, the quiet of the room easing the headache he could feel beginning the form. Placing his head on the cool wood of the table, Kieran took a few moments to relax, he grunted softly when cool fingers tapped on his cheek.
Hm? He sighed lazily with his left hand, Rina tugged on his cheek and with reluctance, Kieran's eye open and focus on her. Her brows are furrowed and her lips are thin, blinking he lifts his head and taps his index and middle finger against the tabletop. What is it? is the quiet gesture, Rina bends and tugs her book and quill out, followed by a clean sheet of paechmen before answering.
"Your magic is...did you take it before breakfast?" Her voice is soft but tense, Kieran sits up straightener in his stool and gives her a firm nod. He'd taken the potion the Healers had given him, his brows furrowed when the mention of his magic though. Rina must of read him because she huffed and raised both hands to sign. She didn't mind doing it, she just didn't seem able to find the words to describe what she meant when she signed, she sometimes did it half in sign and half out loud. Their uncle alway found it amusing, Kieran watched as her fingers began to form the words she seemed reluctant to voice.
I ask because your magic is- "-shifting?-" -and your cheeks are getting flushed. Are you okay? Kieran blinked once more and lifted his right hand to his cheek, he winced and dropped it back to his side. The Healers had warned him, he would be prone to sickness and that he needed to take the potion they gave him without fail, after breakfast and dinner. He lifted his gaze and found narrowed topaz eyes focused on him, his own shift away as a sigh escaped his lips.
I feel a headache forming, however I don't think it's that much of a problem yet. Being here and not at hone might be the cause, let me see how this class goes and I'll let you know. Potions isn't so hard. He offers Rina a small smile, she narrows her eyes further before leaning back on her stool and facing forward. A silent gesture of acceptance, doing the same, Kieran felt a pulse race through his skull as a strange pain begins in his chest. His fingers of his left hand absently curl into the fabric of his robes and grip tightly.
Tired golden eyes scan the sheets filling the entire surface of the mohogany desk, pale fingers tap a tuneless rhythm across the closest sheet. A huff escaped petal-pink lips as a soft hoot fills the air, golden eyes shifting from their current scrutiny of the sheet that had the name of patients, the owl hooted once more and ruffled its black-brown feathers.
"A storm is brewing Eros, do you really wish to hunt?" The owl hooted and rolled it's head, sighing and rising from the cushioned wing-backed chair. A flick of the wand held loosely in her free hand, had the windows opening anda blast of rain-heavy smelling air filing her office. Eros hooted happily and took off into the morning air, flicking her wand once more, the window closed and locked once more. She didn't get it, the facts don't add up, the children that had lost their voices suddenly loosing the ability to breathe?
Turning back to her desk and aiming to sit back and review the information, the sound of her office door opening had her pausing.
"Healer Astana, we have another that just lost the ability to breathe. We've manged to stabilize her, please come immediately." The Mediwizard rushed to explain, his eyes wide with a mixture of emotion she couldn't deal with right now. Abandoning the files, she grabbed her green robes and rushed to follow the MediwIzard. Something disn't sit right, lips thinning and pace picking up, golden eyes flashed as sparks hovered at the tip of her wand.
They were starting once more. The attacks on the victims of the first 'infection', teeth gritting and robes billowing behind her, she mentally went through the damned list for patients that weren't within St. Mungos and cursed silently.
"I need someone to find the list on my desk that holds the out-patients and track down the ones marked with red. Get them here promptly, move people!" Her voice was harsh and curt, the closest Mediwitches moved into action. Things are going to get bad and fast, and to think a few were at Hogwarts, what a great way to start the term. @Sunflower