Kazimeriz listened. "It is important that you continue to take the potion consistently, even if you do not perceive an effect. Is it being administered by the healer? If not, you must not attempt to brew your own; rather, you shall come to me and I shall see that you get what you need. And take pains not to trust anyone else with your secret or your potion, especially with the current climate of fear and prejudice that exists within Hogwarts. Your very life could depend on your discretion and caution."

With that, they arrived in the first floor corridor. One glance about told the story-- Miss Toussaint, whose arm was in a bad way, and her friends. How this had happened was anyone's guess.

Kazimeriz swept briskly (for the old man) over to the students. "Mr. Kolytiris, I received your message. Excellent patronus, by the way. Let us have a look, then, shall we, Miss Toussaint?" He approached the young girl, stooping down over her to get a look at the arm. "I trust this injury comes with a fine story...?"

"Well there was vomit. And I got dragged and then squashed and Tino named his patronus rat thing Lance." Celandine explained and shifted enough so that Kazimeriz could see the the zig zag of her arm. "Two places this time, sir." She eyed the arm and had she not been leaning against the wall and sitting on the floor she'd have swooned a bit.

"I'm sorry."

Kazimeriz looked at the arm, listening. "I see." he said gently, though it was clear that he did not understand in the slightest. "Who else can explain more clearly while we transport her to the hospital wing? The arm needs mending; it's clearly broken. To start with, who dragged and squashed Miss Toussaint's arm?"

Daphne stood up and observed Kazimeriz cautiously. Initially, she had been so furious about it all she had no qualms about telling the truth but now--now she sort of, kind of--feared for the ridiculous man's life.

Not that she thought Professor Kazimeriz to be a murderer.

Just incredibly intimidating. "It was during, Astronomy sir," explained Daphne clasping her hands in front of her. "Celandine was doing really well in class and Lo--Professor Borr was, well, demonstrating to the class what a good student she was." Or the other. "And I...he, just....started throwing up."

The trauma had very nearly erased the specific details from her mind. "Everywhere. On me, on Raiden Kururugi on...everyone, everywhere and he had a hold of Cela, because he was...he had asked the students to touch him."

Touch. Him. "He was flailing everywhere and accidentally dragged Celandine with him. When he tripped, he brought her down and she was trapped underneath his weight, sir."

And, well, he could guess what happened after that.

Tino was glowing inside. Kazi had complimented his patronus! That was almost like complimenting his wandwork! Which was almost like giving him an 'O' for Defense Against the Dark Arts! Maybe Tino should be an Auror. He could put that on his application. 'Kazimanazi recommends Constantino Kolytiris.' Oh that would be exciting. Forget magical culinary school and the search for the perfect ketchup. His life track had officially just changed course. He was going to be the most famous Auror ever now, and the Daily Prophet would write about him. KOLYTIRIS AND NAKED MOLE RAT SAVE UNIVERSE! WIZARDKIND FOREVER IN DEBT.

Tino was brought back to reality. The present! Cela! Right. Focusing. He raised his hand, as if in class, and waiting for the Professor's eyes to fall on him. "Um, he didn't really notice, either," Tino said, trying to recall the lesson. What had been the point of the lesson? Lord Borr has ripped pants? "He doesn't seem to notice much at all. . . like who he is sitting on." Tino was glad Borr hadn't noticed him. People that Borr noticed got vomited on and squashed. If he knew what was good for him, he should really keep up his low-achiever reputation.

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Kazimeriz listened. "It is important that you continue to take the potion consistently, even if you do not perceive an effect. Is it being administered by the healer? If not, you must not attempt to brew your own; rather, you shall come to me and I shall see that you get what you need. And take pains not to trust anyone else with your secret or your potion, especially with the current climate of fear and prejudice that exists within Hogwarts. Your very life could depend on your discretion and caution."

With that, they arrived in the first floor corridor. One glance about told the story-- Miss Toussaint, whose arm was in a bad way, and her friends. How this had happened was anyone's guess.

"No, my mum bought be a whole bunch at Diagon Alley, I have it stored under my bed, she taught me a few enchantments that not even Alohomora! could open," Rafe said rather proudly. He knew quite a few magical spells here and there thanks to his mum over the years. She encourage him to practice during their travels, especially in countries that didn't have any restrictions. "Well, technically I told Professor Lupa, but I have all confidence that she will keep my secret," Rafe smiled. "There was another student there, but I don't think he could have picked up anything about what I was saying."

Rafe then turned to see what all the commotion was about. A girl had broken her arm in Astronomy. He must have left class by then because as soon as Professor Borr said the assignment, he was out of there!

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"Well there was vomit. And I got dragged and then squashed and Tino named his patronus rat thing Lance." Celandine explained and shifted enough so that Kazimeriz could see the the zig zag of her arm. "Two places this time, sir." She eyed the arm and had she not been leaning against the wall and sitting on the floor she'd have swooned a bit.

"I'm sorry."

Rafe noticed the older girl. I think her name is Cela, he thought. She looked like she was about to feint. Rafe swooped up under her good arm and tried to keep her steady while sitting next to her. "Here, lean on me," Rafe said with a dashing smile. "I promise I won't bite."

He chuckled a little and looked in Professor Kazimeriz's direction. "I'm sure Professor Kaz will have you fixed up in no time, or at least better until we get to the Hospital Wing." Breaking an arm must be painful, it was something he had never experienced.

"I could carry you to the Hospital Wing if you like?" Rafe looked at her eyes encouragingly and blushed a little. He just wanted to help and make like of the situation. He might just be a first year, but he was abnormally strong and tall for his age, a side effect to his condition.

Kazimeriz's eyebrows rose as the story unfolded. So it was true, Berty Borr was at Hogwarts. And his teaching methods apparently had not changed much.

Kazimeriz's brow knitted at this. "I will speak with Ber- Lord Borr. " he said. "In the interim, we must see to Miss Toussaint." He looked for a moment at the girl. "Let us see how you are progressing with your wand-work. Mr. Kolytiris, I would think you more than capable of transfiguring that setee--" he gestured to a nearby setee "into a carpet. And Miss Hopton, if you would please levitate Mr. Kolytiris' carpet to waist-level... Do you know the charm? I think Miss Toussaint would do well with a magic carpet ride to the hospital wing." He tipped Celadine the slightest of winks. He drew his wand and waved it over her arm, crooning a soft, strange spell in a foreign language that cast a pale golden glow over her arm. "For the pain." he whispered to her.

"Ferula." he cast, conjuring a splint for her arm to stabilize it. "May I?" he asked her before applying it.

"Miss Toussaint, would it be alright with you if Mr. Lycaon levitates you onto the carpet once Mr. Kolytiris and Miss Hopton get it sorted?" The student was a first year, but it was a simple spell... and Kazimeriz would have his wand out for back up so Miss Toussaint would not risk being dropped, of course.

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"Miss Toussaint, would it be alright with you if Mr. Lycaon levitates you onto the carpet once Mr. Kolytiris and Miss Hopton get it sorted?" The student was a first year, but it was a simple spell... and Kazimeriz would have his wand out for back up so Miss Toussaint would not risk being dropped, of course.

Rafe looked at Professor Kazimeriz nervously. He had only levitated small thinks like books, never an actual person. And he always got the spells mixed up between "Wingardium Leviosa" and "Levicorpus". He stood up next tp Professor Kazimeriz. He was thinking of carrying Cela the muggle way. It was at least a guarentee. He whispered to Professor Kaz, "Um...sir just to clarify, the spell I want to use is Wingardium Leviosa, not Levicorpus? Correct?" He would hate to do more damage to the student then what she was already going through. He had full confidence in casting the spell, he just wanted to make sure it was the right one.

He smiled in Cela's direction to show he had some confidence. He took out his wand and waited for her to grant him permission.

Celandine beamed at Rafe. Cute wee baby thing. She obligingly leaned on him, the look on her face matching up with her intention to get all cheek pinchy and hair rubby, though she didn't actually do so considering the arm issue.

"Yes, Professor Kazimeriz always does make things better." Cela agreed.

Carrying? That would be jolty right?

Celandine clapped with her good hand, though she was displeased that the sound wasn't clappy enough. "I like flying carpets. Better than brooms even." It was clear by the expression on her face that Cela wished she was the one doing all the charms and transfigurations but she was aware that her concentration wasn't exactly on to it right then.

Cela nodded trustingly as Kazimeriz applied the basic splint, cringing only slightly but otherwise holding her tongue.

"Of course. I was really good at levitating stuff when I was eleven too." So you know, why wouldn't Rafe be? Even if he was a Gryffindor and not a Ravenclaw?

Oh well at least she had one Ravenclaw helping with her rescue!

Cela smiled dotingly, much the same expression she'd used on Rafe, at Tino. Cute wee baby thing.

"I helped my friend when he almost fell out of a tree once, and levitated him to the ground. Lucky because falling out of a tree hurts, you know? I try not to do it often." Celandine told Rafe cheerfully and encouragingly.

Daphne wrinkled her brow. Her bottom lip found itself trapped between her teeth as she contemplated the correct incantation. Wingardium Leviosa? Locomotor---? Instinctively, Daphne's eyes found Celandine's and she almost asked her outright for the answer before she was aware that Professor Kazimeriz was there.

Possibly expecting her to be more decisive than this. "Yes, sir," the blond answered finally pulling out her wand. "Locomotor Carpet?" she inquired. "Would that be appropriate?"

Then...Huh? "Who fell out of a tree, Celly?" O_o

Yeah, she got it perfectly. He could hardly suppress a grin as he nodded seriously. "That's exactly right. Don't do damage just to do damage," he said slowly, "though you're the one talking about destroying the world to gain followers." He paused to smirk, his eyes searching hers. "Yep, that's all you." He almost began fiddling with his hands again before he stopped himself. That would look stupid, and he really didn't want to look stupid in front of her.

He leaned forward, catching her gaze as he did so, his expression suddenly neutral. "We can go together as Slytherins," he responded, smirking, but it was tentative. "Or just go together. It doesn't really matter to me," he added slowly. It really didn't. He said plenty against the other houses, but it was all in pride really, and besides, she was different in a way that he liked. Whether she wanted to pretend to be a Slytherin or not.

He shrugged, looking away as if it were nothing really, like he could blow it off if she didn't want to go with him even if he probably couldn't. "It might be because it's so hard to concentrate on anything except for how pretty you are. First people have to stop thinking about how beautiful you are. It's not you; it's them." Beautiful? Really? Did that really just come out of his mouth? Hell...

His eyes locked onto hers, a mischievous glint in his eye as he smirked. "Of course. If I ever decide to send the world in a downward spiral, you can help, and you most certainly would be my queen. But you wouldn't just be a trophy wife. Ever," he swore as if they weren't just joking around, but the light smirk was still there.

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Celandine beamed at Rafe. Cute wee baby thing. She obligingly leaned on him, the look on her face matching up with her intention to get all cheek pinchy and hair rubby, though she didn't actually do so considering the arm issue.

"Yes, Professor Kazimeriz always does make things better." Cela agreed.

Carrying? That would be jolty right?

"Of course. I was really good at levitating stuff when I was eleven too." So you know, why wouldn't Rafe be? Even if he was a Gryffindor and not a Ravenclaw?

Oh well at least she had one Ravenclaw helping with her rescue!

Cela smiled dotingly, much the same expression she'd used on Rafe, at Tino. Cute wee baby thing.

"I helped my friend when he almost fell out of a tree once, and levitated him to the ground. Lucky because falling out of a tree hurts, you know? I try not to do it often." Celandine told Rafe cheerfully and encouragingly.

All of Rafe's nervousness seemed it all go away with Cela's encouragement. "Don't worry, I won't drop you, I promise," Rafe said with a wide confident smile. "And if for any reason magically I should, I'll be right there to catch you!" Rafe said with a little laugh. Rafe thought the Wingardium Leviosa spell could be the best. Rafe took out his wand and aimed it at at Cela, at the last minute he changed the spell, something he thought would be better, hopefully it was a more accurate spell, "Mobilicorpus!"

Rafe felt completely confident with his last minute spell and hoped it worked.

I started walking down the first floor corridor. I was about a quarter of a way to the other side when I spotted to people talking leaning against a wall not far off. I thought nothing of it as I continues on my way, coming real close to the talkers.

Alex grinned as she looked up at Damon, She had gotten the answer right! YAY! Step one to becoming a Slytherin. "Don't do damage just to do damage." She repeated as she giggled a little. "What? I am sure it would work, everyone would want to follow me!" She said with a wide grin as he smirked.. Ahh that beautiful smirk! She sighed a little happily as she looked up at him.

She was suddenly caught in his gaze again, and she gazed steadily back at him, a smile on her face. " Well, how about I go sneak up to my common room, grab the robes, meet you back down here, and we can go together as Slytherins? Does that sound good?" She grinned, "I want to go with you.." She said with a nod as she pushed her blonde hair behind her ear.. Trying not to get to over eager.. He had just asked her out? Right.. Sort of??

Alex's eyes went wide, Had he just called her beautiful? Has she been a blushing girl, she would have blushed. She was used to compliments, but this one wasn't induced by her charm. This one was natural.. and it felt good. "Thank you.." She said with a happy smile up at him. "I'll keep that in mind when people compliment me next." She grinned more, as she leaned against the wall, her gray eyes looking up into his blue ones.

"YAY! I get to be a Queen! I have always wanted to be a Queen.." She said jokingly, as then sobered a bit as he said she wouldn't be a trophy wife. Even though they were teasing, it still meant alot to her that he would say that. "Thank you Damon." She said smiling, "I will try to be the best Queen ever for you." She winked up at him, his smirk reeking havoc on her insides.

"I fell out of a Christmas tree once," Tino said conversationally. He gave no further explanation.

Hmmmm. Next problem. What on earth was a settee? He supposed it was the couchy thing Kazi was pointing at. . . ohhhh boy. Transfiguration! Finally, something Tino wasn't half-bad at. He wasn't even all-bad at it. He could change items just by thinking about their molecular structure and rearranging it. With the proper focus, of course. That was the tricky part. Tino's concentration skills rivaled that of a gnat on Red Bull.

"Carpet diem," Tino told the settee, swishing his wand and squinting hard at his target. There was a shrinking of fabric and the lurch of disappearing wood, and in 2 seconds, the couch was gone. In its place was a large wicker basket, containing a squishy pillow covered in a tiny dog-bone pattern, and a fire-hydrant squeak toy that had once been the settee cushion. "There!," Tino said proudly. He paused. "Um. Sorry. It's not a carpet but. . . I was thinking about Cela, and she sorta reminds me of a golden retriever."

"I'm not supposed to say." Celandine answered, loyal to the end when it came to protecting Garret and his oh-so-manly reputation.

Cela was about to repond when she was suddenly in the air. She bit her lip because she was jolted around a tiny bit, but otherwise, for a first year Rafe did pretty well with the spell.

"I've never climbed a christmas tree." Celandine answered dreamily, her plotting face seriously ON.

Oooh errrr.

Snuuggly.

Wait, a golden retriever? A dog? But Cela didn't do... stuff to Tino's leg.

"A golden retriever?" Cela wasn't offended, just curiou....owwwww! Cela shifted her arm and the bones grinded together. She went pale.

Kazimeriz smiled. "That should do the trick, Miss Hopton."

Kazimeriz chuckled a little. "It was a nice effort, Mr. Kolytiris. Try it again, but do not think of Miss Toussaint. Think of a thick, Indian carpet. Then use the incantation again. He raised his wand and demonstrated a kind of figure-eight wand flick. "Like so." After all, Miss Toussaint would not die, why not use it as a teaching opportunity?

"Be easy, Miss Toussaint. We will get you moving. Be still." he said softly. "Hurry, Mr. Kolytiris. Your young friend is in need of a healer's care."

Tino didn't see what the big deal was about the dog basket. It was still soft and squishy, right? It moved. It floated. Maybe Kazi had a problem with making a flying dog-bed deliver Celandine to the nurse. Maybe he was against creativity.

Stickler.

Blowing his bangs up with an exhaled puff of frustration, Tino shook his sleeves back and raised his wand again. He squinted his eyes hard. Indian carpet. . . Indian carpet. . . "Carpet diem," he commanded again, waggling his wand at Cela. There was a swooshy crackling sound this time as the wicker disintigrated, and then the girl was being cradled by a rug that looked strikingly similar to the one in Tino's kitchen at home. Unfortunately, he'd never actually seen a thick Indian carpet, so this was Tino's best guess.

It was thick.
It was oval.
It was covered in ponies, feathers and tomahawks.

Kazimeriz watched, amused at the boy's solution. It was definitely creative, anyway. "Very good, Mr. Kolytiris. Now, if you and Miss Hopton can please carefully-- so carefully! -- work together to keep the carpet aloft, and if you, Mr. Lycaon, can keep your wand at the ready to keep Miss Toussaint aloft should they falter, between the three of you I believe she can be safely transported to the Hospital Wing." Kazimeriz nodded, though he did not holster his own wand, lest they drop the girl by accident. "Come now, let us get her to the healer. Do not dilly dally."

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Kazimeriz watched, amused at the boy's solution. It was definitely creative, anyway. "Very good, Mr. Kolytiris. Now, if you and Miss Hopton can please carefully-- so carefully! -- work together to keep the carpet aloft, and if you, Mr. Lycaon, can keep your wand at the ready to keep Miss Toussaint aloft should they falter, between the three of you I believe she can be safely transported to the Hospital Wing." Kazimeriz nodded, though he did not holster his own wand, lest they drop the girl by accident. "Come now, let us get her to the healer. Do not dilly dally."

"Oh course," Rafe said as he kept his wand on Cela, he didn't want her to fall and get further injured on his account.

Rafe smiled at Cela. "You're safe with me, I promise not to drop you."

He nodded to the professor. "Should would be going?" He began to walk towards the Hospital wing with Cela hovering beside him as his wand instructed her to do so. His hand barely moved at all, he was trying to keep it as steady as possible so her trip would be pleasant.

It was super nice having so many protectors around. Cela just watched Professor Kazimeriz with an absent expression as Rafe and Tino and Daph did whatever they were doing. The carpet thing was soft and Cela was mentally composing her ode for Borr's class already.

Wasn't about Borr though.

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It was super nice having so many protectors around. Cela just watched Professor Kazimeriz with an absent expression as Rafe and Tino and Daph did whatever they were doing. The carpet thing was soft and Cela was mentally composing her ode for Borr's class already.

Wasn't about Borr though.

Rafe kept his eye mainly on Cela, and then looked to the ground, making sure he didn't trip. He didn't say anything because he didn't want to screw anythign up.

ooc: Gah! Life is getting in the way of my Internet. :3

Damon tilted his head to one side, smiling at her with an eyebrow quirked just slightly. Of course people would want to follow her. She wouldn't need to make anyone fear her. "I can see that," he agreed, nodding slowly as he did so. "If I was the follower type, I would, definitely. Unfortunately, though...," he let his voice trail off even though he was already keen on listening to whatever she had to say. Oh, he would, whether he said he would or thought he would or not.

He grinned at her in reply, looking down before meeting her eyes once again. She seemed genuinely happy compared to how she was when he first arrived, and he liked that. This was surprising, all things considered. He never had much of a penchant for the happiness of others. And she wanted to go with him. That made it even better. "That sounds perfect," he replied, only just repressing his smirk as he gave her a very serious expression. It still showed at the edges of his lips, even if it wasn't there.

"Well, you're welcome," he replied, his smirk breaking through as he met her gaze, an impish look in his eyes. "Though you should probably keep it in mind all the time. You should be aware of your effect on people. Wouldn't want to charm someone without realizing what you're doing..." He let his voice trail off, though mildly hinting toward the possibility of there being other boys. Was there? Was she called for? Not that he cared, particularly. That could be taken care of. Well, unless the hypothetical boyfriend was a really big guy. Then it would be wise to let it go... Well, if he couldn't find substantial black mail, anyway.

His expression softened in the most minute way when she said she would be the best queen ever for him. Hopefully, with talking like that (even if it was just a joke), she didn't have a boyfriend. "That's good to hear," he intoned softly, a hint of a smile playing behind his lips. "And I would be the best king ever. After we achieve world domination, anyway. Now, I'll just have to be the best company you'll have."

Alex watched as Damon tilted his head to the side, and she wondered what he was thinking, never before had she wanted to know what a boy was thinking about. But Damon she did..She wanted to know what was going through his mind, and how she could earn a place in his heart. She smiled widely up at him as he agreed with her. "Yes, so you see, I could probably take over the world without fighting, and then.. Once the world adores me.. I can rule it!!" She grinned, "So much easier than causing a war.." She frowned a little. "Yes, that is unfortunate, but I wouldn't want you to follow me, I would want you to be my King, that would work. Right?" She asked him as she arched an eyebrow.

She smiled up at him, a wide grin on her face, her gray eyes were lit up as he spoke. "Great! I will have to do that soon then." She said as she nodded her head. One hand moved to play with her long blonde hair, as the other moved to straighten out her robes. She looked up to his face briefly to see, that even though he looked serious, there was a smirk around the edges of his lips. Ahhh.. the smirk.. she seriously felt like she was melting inside, melting into a big puddle of Alex.

She smiled up at him, and a slight tinge of pink came into her face. Alexandrina Elizabeth Kensington did not blush, and yet.. Damon was making her feel like she had never felt before. "Well I shall be careful with my charms from now on, I only want to charm you." She said in a slightly bold manner. Her eyes flicking up to his and holding there for a few second before moving them away to look at the far wall. "I've always had this effect on people, but I guess I've never really aware of it until now." She said honestly, as she once again looked up at him, her gray eyes meeting his blue one and their gazes locking for a moment.

Alex smiled as he spoke again. "I am glad you think so." She said with a smile, before laughing a bit. "Yes, you would be the best King ever, we would make the best team ever." She said smiling more up at him. It was fun talking like this, and even though it was just a joke. "Well you have been the best company I've had in awhile, so just keep being you, and I am sure that won't be hard at all." She smiled a bit more up at him as she leaned against the wall, her grey eyes fixed on his blue ones.

Silently, Daphne nodded and flicked out her wrist. "Locomotor Carpet," she chanted, brow wrinkled in concentration. Slowly and very carefully, she eased the carpet up to Tino's chest; the height Professor Kazimeriz had requested. At least that's what she thought she had heard.

"Careful, Tino!" she whispered urgently, "I'll levitate and you steer?"