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Con_Stripes · 05-28-2009, 03:50 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by XanaSnape

Kazimeriz started up the stairs toward the girls' dorm rooms, wondering how they missed this student who rather sounded like a drowning cat rather than a girl. The kids these days-- so melodramatic! Yet perhaps the child was scared. Again, though- how had they missed her?

And then, it happened.

Pop.

Halfway up the staircase, he felt his hip give way, as it had so many times before. A flare of white-hot cursed pain shot through him and, unable to help himself, Kazimeriz cried out and leaned against the railing.

"The student." was all he could say through gritted teeth, fighting the pain. He never felt more feeble, more failure, in his life. But until it receded, he could not move. Damning Ethan Truebridge in his mind, he tilted his head, indicating that Truebridge should continue without him. For the moment, at least.

The student had to come first, after all.

Thoroughly angry now, even though he half-froze with the instinct to check if the old man was alright (and maybe there was a touch of temptation to do something to make him decidedly not alright), Ethan stalked (or sloshed, whatever) past him following the direction of the voice. Stubborn, prideful, ridiculous old man.

"Student." He repeated through clenched teeth. He had checked! He HAD! But he'd check again because of Valon Kazimeriz.

05-28-2009, 03:50 AM	#219 (permalink)
Con_Stripes Mooncalf Join Date: May 2008 Location: GMT +12 or 13 Posts: 7,031 Hogwarts RPG Name: Oz Thickey Sixth Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Leon Odessa	The Eye of Sauron \| Zan-y \| Snake Charmer Quote: Originally Posted by XanaSnape Kazimeriz started up the stairs toward the girls' dorm rooms, wondering how they missed this student who rather sounded like a drowning cat rather than a girl. The kids these days-- so melodramatic! Yet perhaps the child was scared. Again, though- how had they missed her? And then, it happened. Pop. Halfway up the staircase, he felt his hip give way, as it had so many times before. A flare of white-hot cursed pain shot through him and, unable to help himself, Kazimeriz cried out and leaned against the railing. "The student." was all he could say through gritted teeth, fighting the pain. He never felt more feeble, more failure, in his life. But until it receded, he could not move. Damning Ethan Truebridge in his mind, he tilted his head, indicating that Truebridge should continue without him. For the moment, at least. The student had to come first, after all. *Thoroughly* angry now, even though he half-froze with the instinct to check if the old man was alright (and maybe there was a touch of temptation to do something to make him decidedly not alright), Ethan stalked (or sloshed, whatever) past him following the direction of the voice. Stubborn, prideful, ridiculous old man. "Student." He repeated through clenched teeth. He had checked! He HAD! But he'd check again because of Valon Kazimeriz.