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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Mackenzie Alistaire Mordaunt
Slytherin
Fifth Year

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Yoji Christopher Reed
Ravenclaw
First Year
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Gaston felt like he shouldn't be here! However severe his injuries might be, Mr. Reed needed the healer's attention much more. The thought crossed his mind to leave and come back later, but somehow he had a feeling Joy would never let him hear the end of it if he did. With a slight wince, he took a seat in a nearby chair, watching the young Ravenclaw lying in the bed in front of him.

Now that the initial shock and anger wore off, all the professor felt was sadness... and guilt. If only he hadn't taken so long in his office, he would've been there minutes earlier, in time to stop those poltergeists from waxing the stairs, in time to save this poor kid from his injuries. He was supposed to protect the students, but instead he let this happen! "Mr. Reed - Jace-" Normally he didn't make a habit of calling his students by their first names, but this was not the time to stand on formality. "I am so sorry this happened to you! I should've been there sooner... I should've stopped this..."

His voice broke, though he wasn't sure whether it was caused by physical or emotional pain. For Merlin's sake, get ahold of yourself! he silently berated himself. The last thing he needs is an overly emotional fool like you upsetting him! He sighed, fidgeting with the bracelets on his arm in a vain attempt to distract himself from his sad thoughts. Hopefully Joy would be done with him soon and he could be alone...
When he heard the Charm’s professor’s footsteps, Jace forced himself to sit right up with pillows behind him, and his knees drawn up to his chest with his injured arm. The Ravenclaw sat quietly and kept his head down, obviously ashamed of the trouble he had caused the professor. He couldn’t remember a thing after he fell, but he was sure that Professor Marchand got involved right after he lost consciousness. Was it his fault? Yes. If only he’d been aware of the books’ loan period, he would’ve returned them at an earlier date. He panicked, he rushed, and he got into an accident. His fault.

Jace blinked and slowly lifted his head when Professor Marchand called out his name. The thirteen year old was almost too scared to look at the man, fearing that he will get reprimanded for the trouble he had caused. However, that was not the case. Jace began to loosen up, and his jaw slowly unhinged itself. What...what...what is going on? Why...why was he blaming himself? And...was that even normal for a professor? Jace found himself speechless and just stared at Professor Marchand openly. That...was not expected at all. “S-sensei!” The half-Japanese’s eyes grew big as saucers, alarmed at what he was saying. “N-no! No it wasn’t your fault. You didn’t know it was going to happen in the first place!” At that point, Jace has lost control of his emotions, letting panic override his thoughts. “Please professor, don’t blame yourself. If there’s someone to blame...it’s...it’s me.” Jace felt faint as he said those words, and he closed his eyes to catch his breath. A busted forehead, broken arm, and a racing heart; not a good combination at all.

“We’re safe now, professor. I’m sure this is nothing serious. Healer Joy can fix us up.” He said as he looked around, assuming that Healer Joy had busied herself with collecting all the potions that she needed for the two of them. “My sincerest apologies, Professor Marchand. And thank you for helping me and Owen out there.” He said bowing his head towards his teacher.
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