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Tazenhani · 03-17-2010, 03:42 AM

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Originally Posted by Zellanna

"Do what Raiden said," she went on as she worked at healing him. "If you can cast a patronus, do it. Get another professor in here!"

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Originally Posted by Ameh

He wasn't going to die.

He wasn't.

Raiden knew what death felt like. And it did not feel like this. This was a grievous wound, but... he wasn't going to die. He was in Hogwarts, there were people here. He was not going to die.

"I'm not going to die," he gasped, words disjointed; whatever Lina was doing to him caused him to jerk in pain, and he stopped breathing altogether again, lungs refusing to draw in air until he stopped.

Breathe. Breathe, you fool.

"S-Sabel." The voice was definitely his friend's. Raiden's hand abandoned his wand and grabbed weakly in the direction the voice had come from. "The professors n-need to be TOLD."

Why were there people here, next to him? Why were they so worried? It didn't hurt that much anymore. In fact, a strange numbness had started spreading through his arm and chest.

If he'd opened his eyes, he would've realised that the blackness had invaded farther.

He passed out again.

Quote:

Originally Posted by Zellanna

"Do what Raiden said," she went on as she worked at healing him. "If you can cast a patronus, do it. Get another professor in here!"

Another Professor. Did it matter which one? Headmaster Tate? Professor Kade? Professor Lupa? Anyone of them seemed as good as the next. He had never casted a Patronus before, though many attempts had shown him he was brilliant at failing. But this, this was different. This was a world torn apart, his friends attacking one another...hurting each other.

Reaching out with his free hand, Sabel grasped Raiden's, holding it tight, firmly. There was a strength in the boy's actions that was unmistakable; an understanding it brought searing to the surface with all the horror of the events around them. The power with which the need to protect, to survive, to endure to see his friends laughing again, to see them smiling again bore through him like a white light.

Casting his wand out he released the pent up energy; "Expecto Patronum!" White light seared forth from the wand in the form of an otter, skidding across the floor before getting a grip and half-scrambling, half-sliding through the chaos and down a hall. Which Professor it went to, he had no idea. As long as it go there.

03-17-2010, 03:42 AM	#550 (permalink)
Tazenhani DMLE & DoM Doxy Join Date: Oct 2009 Posts: 6,150 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amur Neverwinter Fourth Year	~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~ Quote: Originally Posted by Zellanna "Do what Raiden said," she went on as she worked at healing him. "If you can cast a patronus, do it. Get another professor in here!" Quote: Originally Posted by Ameh He wasn't going to die. He wasn't. Raiden knew what death felt like. And it did not feel like this. This was a grievous wound, but... he wasn't going to die. He was in Hogwarts, there were people here. He was not going to die. "I'm not going to die," he gasped, words disjointed; whatever Lina was doing to him caused him to jerk in pain, and he stopped breathing altogether again, lungs refusing to draw in air until he stopped. Breathe. Breathe, you fool. "S-Sabel." The voice was definitely his friend's. Raiden's hand abandoned his wand and grabbed weakly in the direction the voice had come from. "The professors n-need to be TOLD." Why were there people here, next to him? Why were they so worried? It didn't hurt that much anymore. In fact, a strange numbness had started spreading through his arm and chest. If he'd opened his eyes, he would've realised that the blackness had invaded farther. He passed out again. Quote: Originally Posted by Zellanna "Do what Raiden said," she went on as she worked at healing him. "If you can cast a patronus, do it. Get another professor in here!" Another Professor. Did it matter which one? Headmaster Tate? Professor Kade? Professor Lupa? Anyone of them seemed as good as the next. He had never casted a Patronus before, though many attempts had shown him he was brilliant at failing. But this, this was different. This was a world torn apart, his friends attacking one another...hurting each other. Reaching out with his free hand, Sabel grasped Raiden's, holding it tight, firmly. There was a strength in the boy's actions that was unmistakable; an understanding it brought searing to the surface with all the horror of the events around them. The power with which the need to protect, to survive, to endure to see his friends laughing again, to see them smiling again bore through him like a white light. Casting his wand out he released the pent up energy; "Expecto Patronum!" White light seared forth from the wand in the form of an otter, skidding across the floor before getting a grip and half-scrambling, half-sliding through the chaos and down a hall. Which Professor it went to, he had no idea. As long as it go there. __________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________ I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________ _______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy.