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Originally Posted by Granger Danger  A bit unsteady, she helped Lucas to his face and gave him a weak smile. She felt like fainting right where she was, but she had to be strong. Looking at Lucas she pointed her wand at him. "Tergeo! she said hoping it'll work and clean the mud off him. It was a simple little cleaning charm, but if it worked it'll do the job for now right? " C..come on, we better get back up and keep running before we get in trouble." she said standing up cleaning herself up with the charm she used on Lucas.
Stella nodded and took a deep breath. " Yeah I guess so, sure one I won't forget." she said. Wiping her tears from her face she looked at Lucas and them. "Come on we got a couple more laps to do, we can do this!" she said as she begin running again. Her mind she was thinking she could do this, but her body was thinking else wise. Quote:
Originally Posted by Felixir Whew. Okay. Stopping for a moment was exactly what Abra needed, it was just a little unfortunate that his reason for stopping was a collision. All the same, he took the time to try and recover a little, and hoped that he wouldn't let himself cool down so much that eventually starting up the laps again would be even more painful. But, you know, first years having issues. That was worth stopping for.
Asthma? Just like Jessa, and Simon too, but come to think of it, he hadn't seen Simon here so far this morning. Abra looked at Stella with concern evident on his face. "Do you have an inhaler?" If she did, hopefully she'd thought to bring it with her. If not, he could always summon it down here, but unfortunately Abra didn't know how else he could really help her. It was with some relief that he realised Marchand had come to the first year's aid too, and would probably be of more help. He decided to keep quiet and focus on the two boys while Stella explained the issue to their Head of House.
"I'm sure he'll be okay," Abra said to the boy whose name he didn't know, right as he noticed the blood coming from his nose. Oh... "Yeah it is, just a bit," he replied, a little uncertainty creeping into his voice. "Does it feel broken or anything, or do you think you can keep going without seeing the Healer?" Of course, if the kid needed the Healer, then he should absolutely see her - Abra wasn't sure he trusted himself to cast a healing spell on a first year when there was a member of staff here at school for that very thing - but if the bleeding was likely to stop on its own relatively soon then he didn't want to delay him from finishing these laps, in case he ended up missing breakfast.
Lucas was getting back up into a sitting position, and Abra breathed a sigh of relief that he didn't seem to be injured. Only a bit of dirt. "Good, that's good." He returned the sheepish smile with an encouraging one of his own, and shrugged. "As long as you've not injured anything other than your pride, though, huh?" He started to get to his feet, and offered a hand to help Lucas up too. Stella seemed upset, which was hard to see, but also like she was ready to get going again, and Abra supposed that the sooner they all got to running and finished their laps, the better. Quote:
Originally Posted by MadMadamMalfoy Gaston returned Beth's smile with a very small sad one of his own. "I know you didn't, Miss Greyvson. It was still very kind of you," he said. And acts of kindness deserved to be rewarded! He half-expected the new headmaster to interpret awarding points as an act of defiance, but it honestly wasn't intended that way; he was just doing what he'd always done. He nodded in reply to the Slytherin's explanation. "I understand; do what you need to do."
He turned to the other two students who were helping (Chase and Dizzy). The salute from Chase got a smile from him. "Mr. Splenley, Miss Luijendijk, can you help Miss Stone finish her laps?" he asked. He wouldn't hold it against them if not; he was already formulating a plan "B" just in case. He gave the injured girl (Lex) a sympathetic look and added in an undertone, "You're okay to go on?"
Gaston heard Foster asking for the healer - how could he not with that amplifying charm? He was going to help, but at the moment he was a bit distracted helping Miss Stone. His bright blue eyes darted in the headmaster's direction. Why wasn't the old man doing anything? Was he deaf? It took only a couple of seconds for the Frenchman to realize that the healer wouldn't be summoned. Really?! You're just going to let them suffer? he thought, dropping his gaze to hide the anger blazing in his eyes. Either Scrimgeour was completely evil or completely insane! For Merlin's sake, even Fletcher mentioned the healer! That should tell him something...
He vaguely wondered what had happened to the headmaster to make his heart as cold as that metal arm of his. Had some tragedy hardened him? Or had he just never learned to be kind? In a strange way, Gaston pitied him, but there wasn't time to think about that now. He had injured students to tend to, since clearly no one else would! Foster already had already conjured a stretcher for Kimi before he had time to send a patronus for Penny, so he acknowledged his colleague with a look before turning his attention to Stella and the three boys with her (Abra, Mark, and Lucas).
Gaston's eyes widened in shock and sadness upon hearing that the little one (Stella) had asthma, and his heart sank. She shouldn't have to worry about getting in trouble, but deep down, he knew she was right. His heart went out to her. Maybe it was just the effect seeing tearful students had on him, or maybe it was out of longing for his own daughter, but either way, he felt especially paternal toward this one. He just wanted to give her a big hug and take her away from the pitch! He bent so that his eyes were level with hers, hoping she wouldn't be frightened by the blind eye and scars across half his face. "Okay, just take things a little slower while you try to catch your breath," he said, choosing his words very carefully so as not to draw ire from the headmaster. "Use your inhaler if you need it." The mention of the hospital wing as acknowledged with a nod. He could have her uniform sent down from Gryffindor tower and ask a house elf to bring her breakfast, if need be. As long as her first class of the day wasn't Scrimgeour's or Fletcher's, she should be okay. "Please try not to cry... everything'll be okay, I promise," he added in a whisper, hoping she would understand his meaning by the look in his eyes.
He beckoned to Abra and whispered, "Please stay with her... and if she needs to go to the hospital wing, could you escort her on your way back to the common room?"
With that taken care of, Gaston turned his attention to the two first year boys (Mark and Lucas). "Your nose should stop bleeding on its own soon, Mr. Gunter, but if you like, I can heal it with a spell," he offered, drawing his wand. Then he turned to the other boy. "Are you injured, Mr. Dakest? You need to finish your laps..."
Good Godric Gryffindor! Were they done yet? His heart couldn't take seeing his students in distress like this! Quote:
Originally Posted by Granger Danger Stella looked looked up at her head of house, boy even when he was kneeled down in front of her he was taller then her. Holding back tears that were escaping her eyes she nodded. "Yes sir Professor I will, thanks for caring you seem like the only one that does." she whispered to where only he can hear her looking over at the Headmaster. " I will sir thank you. she said wiping her face looking at him not even scared by his appearance.
Looking into his eyes she nodded meekly and smiled weakly at him. She didn't know why but she knew things were going to be ok just by looking in his eyes. " I...I don't want Abra to get in trouble because of me Professor, I would feel horrible if he did." she said quietly but to where they could hear her. She also didn't want to lose any potions, she wanted to help Gryffindor to glory and win the house cup this year, not lose any points. She was determined to finish these laps even if she had to walk the rest of them, she wasn't going to give up even if she couldn't breathe. ........ Uh.
Stella was pointing her wand at him? At his FACE?!
Uh.
Lucas froze. It was funny that they were outside because right now, it felt as if all the air had been sucked out of their surroundings and he was just..... there. Struggling to breathe. And staring, cross-eyed, at the tip of the wand that was being pointed at him. He trusted her. He did. They only met once in the ice cream shop and now again at the feast and the party and-
Oh! Was that it? That wasn't..... bad.
Lucas reached up and felt his face, patting at his cheeks and nose and forehead. "Huh. Would you look at that? I'm squeaky-clean! Thanks, Stella." Though, he couldn't help but wonder if he was meant to know spells already. Because even though Emma tried to teach him everything she knew, he..... knew nothing. Not about spells, no magic, nothing.
But it was hard to think too much about any of that because Stella looked like she had been..... crying?! Unless she was just sweating and wiping her face from it but something told him that that wasn't it. He didn't really know what to say to that, and didn't want to be another person asking her if she's okay when Prefect Abra was already handling it, so he just held onto her hand and gave it a small squeeze. Hello.
And speaking of Prefect Abra, he turned to the older boy when he started talking about.... pride. The first year snorted because hey, they were meant to be part of a pride, right? Lions and all. Hehehe. "Yeah, talk about embarrassing." He grasped onto the boy's hand and, still holding onto Stella's as well, dragged himself slowly, but surely, up into a standing position. "Thanks, guys." Smile.
Was he injured? Lucas paused. It wasn't so much the question but the fact that his own HEAD OF HOUSE was talking to him. Oh Merlin oh Merlin. He didn't hear what it is he was saying to Stella or Prefect Abra but figured that it might be official business, especially with Abra. But him? Uh. The first year shook his head furiously and then said, "No, I'm.... okay. Good. Great. No injuries, I promise."
Pause. "We'll get back to running. Or walking." Which was an option too.
They weren't in trouble, right?
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