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laurange · 07-20-2015, 05:33 AM

Brian was pretty much paralysed with shock, even his screams dying in his throat as the spiders appeared. HUGE MAN-EATING SPIDERS. There was no way he could tell his ma about this or she'd insist on putting him back into muggle school and have all these wizarding folk sod themselves. Nope. He wanted to learn, and he was already pretty defenseless. He knew his spellwork was sub-par at best and negligible at worst, so he kinda stuck to the back of the class like he usually did.

SPOILER!!: Clararara

He was about to crawl under a random thing and hide when he heard a pot shatter. How he heard that in the din was beyond him, but he turned around quickly enough to get whiplash and saw a familiar-looking Ravenclaw redhead. Oh lord, it was CLARA. He knew Clara. Clara was as tough as nails- except apparently not at the moment. At the moment? She looked pretty broken and was that BLOOD on her arm? Scurrying over, he sat next to her and tried to figure out if he should wash that large, ugly gash on her arm or wake her up first. Or maybe wait for reinforcements?

His hands found his wand and handkerchief before he even had time to really think about it. Looked like he'd be washing it, which was probably a good idea seeing as she'd tripped over a pot full of soil and who knew what could have gotten into that cut? "Aguamenti," he said, and even though he could barely hear anything over the sound of feet, used the feeble trickle of water from his wand to try cleaning up his friend's wound. And poke her every now and then. "Wake uuuuup, Claraaaa." Please wake up. Enough people were down as it was. Wake up, wake up, wake up.

07-20-2015, 05:33 AM	#96 (permalink)
laurange DERP & DMLE Ramora Join Date: Nov 2010 Location: Kita's pocket Posts: 5,227 Hogwarts RPG Name: Aslan Archer Slytherin Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Rose Woods Gryffindor Third Year x9 x6	*snagged Clara* ½ of Lauralie \| Koala \| The being in Ern's pocket \| Baby Smurf \| Prouf member of The Flock Brian was pretty much paralysed with shock, even his screams dying in his throat as the spiders appeared. HUGE MAN-EATING SPIDERS. There was no way he could tell his ma about this or she'd insist on putting him back into muggle school and have all these wizarding folk sod themselves. Nope. He wanted to learn, and he was already pretty defenseless. He knew his spellwork was sub-par at best and negligible at worst, so he kinda stuck to the back of the class like he usually did. SPOILER!!: Clararara Quote: Originally Posted by natekka Thinking was something that just wasn't happening for Clara. Knowing what to do in this situation and actually being able to do it were two very different things, and her instincts were kicking in. One second she was somewhat strong, and the next she could feel the familiar tightening in her chest, along with her palms getting sweatier. Not now. Please, not now... She was aware of a louder voice - perhaps a teacher? - but she couldn't make any move towards it or even indicate her position. Eden had seen her, she was sure. Hopefully that was enough. Now, her breaths were coming in short, staggered intervals. Her eyes were starting to get droopy... Clara made one last ditch effort to propel herself towards the group, but they were too far away, and she ended up tripping on a shattered plant pot, leaving a long cut along her arm. She prayed someone had seen her, because she wasn't going to be able to move from this spot alone. Her body was going into shock, it seemed...not that she was mentally aware of that. She was barely aware of the breaths entering and leaving her body.... Soon enough...she wasn't aware of anything at all. He was about to crawl under a random thing and hide when he heard a pot shatter. How he heard that in the din was beyond him, but he turned around quickly enough to get whiplash and saw a familiar-looking Ravenclaw redhead. Oh lord, it was CLARA. He knew Clara. Clara was as tough as nails- except apparently not at the moment. At the moment? She looked pretty broken and was that BLOOD on her arm? Scurrying over, he sat next to her and tried to figure out if he should wash that large, ugly gash on her arm or wake her up first. Or maybe wait for reinforcements? His hands found his wand and handkerchief before he even had time to really think about it. Looked like he'd be washing it, which was probably a good idea seeing as she'd tripped over a pot full of soil and who knew what could have gotten into that cut? "Aguamenti," he said, and even though he could barely hear anything over the sound of feet, used the feeble trickle of water from his wand to try cleaning up his friend's wound. And poke her every now and then. "Wake uuuuup, Claraaaa." Please wake up. Enough people were down as it was. Wake up, wake up, wake up.