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Cassirin · 01-02-2010, 01:42 AM

The Kitchen and Hufflepuff Common Room are accessed via the staircase to the right of the main staircase in the Entrance Hall. You follow along a bright corridor adorned with paintings, the most notable of which is the still life of a bowl of fruit (with a particularly ticklish pear). Kte

Ashwinder · 09-25-2010, 06:37 AM

A very, very large sigh came out of Kellen at the mention of a 'monstrous Hufflepuff'. Really? Really. "Well, you said you were gunna. I guess you did, huh?"

He probably should have said something like thank you, but considering he hadn't wanted Raiden to do anything about Fletcher -- let alone find out that it was Fletcher -- in the first place, the words of gratitude weren't exactly springing from his lips.

Ah, and there was Sabel, slowly but surely gaining momentum. If they didn't handle this right, the Gryffindor would probably ambush Fletcher for Round Three. Kellen couldn't help but wonder who, if they came across a bloodied or bruised Sabel, would engage in Round Four.

Ameh · 09-25-2010, 06:42 AM

"Since they think it a brilliant idea to go around stomping people who don't deserve it."

Misting a bit of water onto the cloth, he returned it to his face, moving it a bit over his skin to clear off the blood clinging to him. One foot pressed flat against the floor and he draped his right arm across his knee for support; there was muscle on it, yes, but that didn't stop it from being horribly sore after taking a bunch of ham-fisted hits.

"I can..." Can't. He couldn't. He was hesitant to, at the very least. Letting out a sigh, the prefect lowered the blood-stained cloth and looked up at his friends, resignation written on his face. "Who's better at Episkey?"

Sabel probably had more chances to use it on himself than there were days in the year. Raiden gingerly touched his cheek; the bruise was already forming below his right eye, and the scratch on his left cheek was a thin line of welled-up red.

Fighting was messy.

"I did, and I did." He wiped another slow trickle of nose blood away, gaze settling on Kellen. The air of calmness had crept back in, covering any anger or annoyance or pain he was feeling just then. "He deserved it."

Tazenhani · 09-25-2010, 06:50 AM

A deep frown had now set itself on his expression, his eyes flicking between Raiden and Kellen. "Is this about that random fist that came out of no where and you were so reluctant to tell anyone about, Stern?" Eyes back to Raiden. "And...wait, since when did you go on revenge rampages?" What was going on?

Frustration twisted his gut as he settled more comfortably in front of Raiden, looking over his wounds again. It wasn't a simple return of fist favors, this had been a full out struggle. There was the brief notion of finding, or at least sending someone to help whoever Raiden had scrapped with, but the injuries that had been delivered to the prefect tossed the idea to hell. "I can do it..." But, he would need to move his hand, and keep it out of the way.

Ashwinder · 09-25-2010, 06:59 AM

When Raiden asked who was better at the spell, Kellen nonchalantly pointed at Sabel. Generally speaking, he didn't break things, or spend great amounts of time with people who frequently broke things. Hopefully this would be a one-time occurrence with Raiden.

"I suppose..." Noncommittal on that point, Raiden. Noncommittal. This wasn't really the time to start talking about two wrongs not making a right, as the only cheese Kellen wanted was physical and not verbal, but still.

"I never called it a random fist." Because that was clearly the most important thing to clarify. No, the most important thing was that Sabel didn't go on a rampage of his own, "And your frown is starting to unsettle me. A lot."

Ameh · 09-25-2010, 07:08 AM

"Wasn't a rampage, Dakest..." Was it? Surely that wasn't the word for it. "I've a temper the same as anyone else. There are things that you just don't do. And one of those things is injure my friends."

Just because he didn't normally show that he could get angry didn't mean that he was incapable. Dakest hadn't really seen that very often, obviously. Not many people had seen Raiden angry enough to strike things.

"Do me a favour... make sure you get it straight, okay?" He wasn't even sure his nose was out of place, but if it was, he'd prefer it to not be, after all. Lowering the cloth away from his face, he closed his eyes. The sight of a wand in his face was unsettling, no matter who was wielding it and for what purpose. "Do it."

He wasn't going to explain himself. He really couldn't. He wasn't normally a person that gave in to rage, but... this had been one of those times.

"Wasn't expecting him to hit back."

At least not quite so hard.

Tazenhani · 09-25-2010, 07:29 AM

"I would expect this," he gestured at the injuries on Raiden's face, "to be unsettling." But at the same time, he knew what Kellen meant; he could feel the anger broiling and bubbling under the surface. The same source of anger that had compelled Raiden into this.

Sighing, he glanced back at the Slytherin, considering him for a long moment. "Remind me never to set you off." It looked, by the condition of his knuckles, that he could throw an equally hard punch as the Hufflepuff.

Raising his wand again, he pointed it at Raiden's nose, making sure to take care in it's orientation and his thoughts to set the appendage back straight. Hopefully, this was the end of the quarrel that had started from who knows what exactly, he still didn't know the full tale. If it wasn't, he had a feeling that there would a lot more than broken bones coming out of the woodwork. "Episkey."

Ashwinder · 09-25-2010, 07:37 AM

"You weren't expe--!" Kellen stopped himself from saying the rest and gave Raiden a very, very unimpressed look. What, did he think everyone in the castle would go down after one punch to the face? That they were all like Kellen? That was really dumb, especially considering Fletcher was his house's champion. Really. Dumb.

Still, much like he hadn't wanted to hear Raiden pestering him for details about his less-than-epic encounter with Fletcher, he doubted Raiden wanted to be nattered at about observations that hindsight provided. So, he just leaned back on the opposite wall and let Sabel get on with the fixing.

Ameh · 09-25-2010, 07:44 AM

This was why he'd wanted to go to his dorm and fix himself up. Because from what he could tell of his own face, which he still hadn't seen... most of it was stuff he could fix himself. A layer of bruise paste, allowed to set in for a while, and a small bandage for the fingernail cut on his cheek. He could have set his own nose back into place, cleaned himself up, and nobody would have been the wiser.

Save for the split lip. He wasn't sure he could fix that on his own. Didn't know what exactly he could put on his lips safely.

"I'm sure you're never going to bug me that much, Sabel," he muttered, fingers on his left hand stretching in and out. His knuckles hurt.

...Stern.

"Why would I, Kellen." Eyes still closed, the prefect nonetheless managed to give off a look of exasperation. "Have you ever seen me hit anyth- AAH."

FLINCH.

The bone snapping back into place hurt; Raiden immediately reached for his face, a stream of swear words in Korean and Japanese letting loose under his breath.

"...thank you."

Tazenhani · 09-25-2010, 08:01 AM

The sound of the bone popping back into place was less than lovely, and Raiden's display of resulting pain even less so, both aspects causing him to flinch. Lowering his wand slowly, he conjured up a clean handkerchief and offered it to Raiden. "...Anytime."

And no, that wasn't permission to go about getting bloodied again. Especially not by that badger again; they, after all, did have terrible claws on them.

Ashwinder · 09-25-2010, 08:19 AM

"No, no I have not." Kellen crossed his arms, "But you've never seen me hit anything, and I don't think I can take people down with one punch." Which... yeah, it wasn't the same thing, really, but he said it anyway. It wasn't like he thought like Raiden.

He sympathy-flinched when Raiden's nose crunched back into place, along with Sabel.

The conversation... seemed to be dwindling off. Kellen sent a hopeful look towards the kitchen. Surely Raiden was hungry after all that healing?

Ameh · 09-25-2010, 08:29 AM

"As much as I appreciate the offer..." The prefect opened his eyes, head still leaned back against the wall as he accepted the handkerchief from Dakest. He pressed it to his nose, squeezing it gently; while the bone was healed and felt straight, that didn't mean the impending bruises were gone. "I'd prefer never again."

Doing it to your nose was about ten times more painful than doing it to your fingers and toes, it seemed. Raiden shrugged, ignoring the soreness that was starting in his spine and shoulder, and conjured a bandage to place over the scratch.

"I need ice..." Gingerly, he touched the split in his lip. It hurt, and he could feel his lip swelling already. Damn Fletcher and his need to hit back. "Were you two headed for the kitchen...?"

Oh Kellen. Raiden set him with a bemused look before giving his wand a flick and conjuring a few cubes of ice into the blood-smudged handkerchief. Pressing it to his lip, he winced. Stung.

"The difference is... you don't know how hard you can hit. I do. I've been working on that progressively for about three years. Pretty sure if he hadn't caught the wall, I would've spun him to the ground in one hit... and if he'd not tackled me, he probably wouldn't have been able to break my nose."

Cheater, he was. Kinda. Raiden prodded at his nose, ignoring the pain; it seemed to have stopped bleeding, at least. That was good, good. Now he just needed... bruise paste. That was in his dorm.

Tazenhani · 09-25-2010, 09:36 PM

Working on it for three years? Lowering his wand slowly, Sabel couldn't help but frown at Raiden. What had been going on that Raiden had been working on his swing for that long? The Prefect had never come across as violent; a fighter yes, but not violent. Now that Hufflepuff sounded violent; attacking Kellen and then Raiden, hell even going so far as to pin the Prefect.

"I'd hope not as well." He watched the Prefect take care of his face, feeling slightly useless in retrospect of how the other boy had patched him up. The tournament should have been the more pressing aspect, the one that was more threatening to Raiden's safety, not walking about the halls of Hogwarts. "You need...anything else?"

Ashwinder · 09-25-2010, 09:43 PM

"We were." Kellen sent a glance in the kitchen's direction, but it wasn't like it was going anywhere, so there wasn't really a rush.

"That... well, I've never really had cause to find out." Kellen scratched the side of his neck, considering this. Then, he couldn't help but chuckle at the damaged Slytherin, "Well, you sound proud of yourself. Would you like me to go ask the house elves for a cookie?"

Ameh · 09-25-2010, 09:57 PM

Why was Sabel frowning now? Raiden frowned back at him; was it because of the red mark on his cheek that was slowly blossoming into something more colourful, or did he have other reasons for it?

"Bruise paste, but that's in my dorm and won't be useful until my face has gone to actual bruises..." He rolled up the sleeve of his shirt as far as he could, looking at the few marks Fletcher had managed to make on his arms. "Ehhh. Those won't be too bad..."

He felt a bit... alive. Definitely moreso than he'd felt in a while. He'd slowly been adjusting himself back to a human schedule and human tendencies, but... this was the best he'd felt since finding out about the champion thing. Even with the obvious colour creeping toward his eye, he managed to look amused.

"Hopefully you won't have need to," he mumbled, pushing himself up; he wobbled slightly, his back giving a bit of a throb, but managed to get to his feet without falling over or anything like that. "I'm not proud of hitting him. It's not something I'd normally support doing. But... I feel good."

Hopefully Fletcher had learned his lesson and wouldn't go around decking unsuspecting people who didn't deserve it.

"Besides, you know-" he gestured to his face. "This."

Tazenhani · 09-25-2010, 10:07 PM

Sighing, and with a shake of his head, he tucked his wand away. "Just..." Another shake of the head and he rose to his feet with Raiden, holding out a hand to the side just in case the boy needed support. But he definitely didn't have Dakest feet, and for that he was very grateful. "Just be careful."

At least, Raiden didn't seem terribly upset. And Kellen was right, he did look rather proud, or as Raiden seemed inclined to state it, good, alive, awake. Oh adrenaline. "War wounds?"

Ashwinder · 09-25-2010, 10:11 PM

Feel good... are proud... it really was the same in Kellen's books. Still, it was never wise to debate with an injured person. Some weren't thinking clearly, and others would decide that they were already hurt and another scuffle couldn't do much worse. And in Kellen's case, it probably wouldn't.

Really, he wasn't sure what to add. Sabel was doing a pretty good job at fussing and asking questions. Instead, he took out his wand and started cleaning up the blood that had dripped onto the floor. The house elves had enough to do.

Ameh · 09-25-2010, 10:23 PM

"War wounds indeed." That had been a short, messy war, full of wild, unaimed swings and lots of swearing. "It's not that bad though. Did him worse than he did me."

Sure, Raiden had bled a lot. But Fletcher's eye didn't look likely to recover quickly, even if he had bruise paste to put on it, and Raiden had felt his jaw crack when he'd slugged him. When he'd hit Jake, and felt that crack... well that hadn't been his proudest moment. But hitting Fletcher had been markedly different from that.

Again, he sprayed a bit of water onto the handkerchief with his wand, and used it to gingerly wipe at his face again, coming away with both dirt from having been on the floor (plus, Fletcher probably wasn't the cleanest of creatures...) and some of the remaining blood. He was going to be bruised to hell shortly, but at least there didn't seem to be lasting damage. His nose had been fixed easily, already, and that had been the worst of it.

"I'm always careful." This was an isolated incident. He looked first toward the kitchens, then up the hall, the direction he'd have to go to get to his dorm. Hopefully Fletcher had made it to his own common room. And hopefully he was sore.

Raiden might have been slightly off from the adrenaline rush. This was completely different from the other rushes he'd had. Hmm.

Tazenhani · 09-25-2010, 10:29 PM

"Well, keep it that way." Sabel muttered, unable to take his thoughts away from the Tournament. At least the kid had a good head on his shoulders; that was providing the Hufflepuff hadn't knocked some of the sense out of his brain. He did look a little...iffy.

"You okay?" Because there still was the possibility of a concussion.

Ashwinder · 09-25-2010, 10:35 PM

"Of course he's okay," Kellen poked Sabel in the shoulder, "if by okay you mean 'not likely to die or pass out'. Come on, it's not like they were trying to kill each other."

Really, he was a little concerned about Raiden, but Kellen knew enough to not add any emotional fuel to the fire that was Sabel Dakest. In his opinion it was always, always better to downplay things like this. Then, if Raiden snapped at him, he could get huffy and make some smart-alec Ravenclaw remark. Relying on stereotypes was a good thing, sometimes.

Ameh · 09-25-2010, 10:46 PM

Stare.

"Dakest, you are the oddest creature to ever walk this earth. You worry too much about me getting a little busted up, yet you walk around bleeding yourself and just don't give a damn."

Weirdo. WEIRDO.

"I'm fine, really." He ran the damp handkerchief over his face once more, making sure he was clean, and then vanished it before looking at Stern. "Well, Fletcher certainly seemed like he was in it to win it. Dunno about killing me, but he was determined to smash my face up as much as he could."

Raiden would have gladly stopped after busting Duncan's eye. Gladly. He'd only hit more because the idiot had kept swinging back and wouldn't get off of him.

Tazenhani · 09-25-2010, 10:54 PM

He couldn't help his frown from deepening as he watched Raiden. There was a frustration pooling in his gut that he didn't want.

"Different circumstances." It was all he was going to say, all the gas he would allow to that train of thoughts. A duel was not the same as a random fist fight, and the mentality after both were completely different. While Raiden had pointed out that both Stern and himself were good at deflecting, he seemed to be doing a fairly decent job at it as well.

As long as Raiden was okay, that was the important thing. So, he fell silent and listened to the exchange. Fletcher. The Glitterpuff. One of the Champions. Merlin's beard this better not extend into the tournament.

Ameh · 09-25-2010, 11:24 PM

"And yet..." Raiden glanced at his blood-stained sleeve, and then the spots on his shirt where it had dripped and sprayed. Sabel had wandered around for Merlin knew how long without tending to his stuff, but Raiden had been quick to start fixing his own, or at least trying to. "Either way, I'm fine. He doesn't hit that hard."

Raiden had certainly been hit harder, and by more damaging things, before. With a sigh, he pulled his sleeve away from his arm; it was actually sticking a bit as the blood seeped through to his skin. He was sure to attract questions if he got caught going into the common room... which he would just ignore.

"I need to go change... and wait for this to bruise so I can fix it." He raised the ice to his lip again, holding it there the best he could while talking. "You guys were... er... going. Sorry for distracting you from that..."

He gestured toward the kitchens. They should go and eat, if that was what they'd been on their way to do. And he'd go handle his face. Nod.

Ashwinder · 09-25-2010, 11:29 PM

"If that's your idea of a distraction, I'm pretty sure I speak for both of us when I say we didn't mind being distracted." Even though he hadn't really done anything except offer slightly-sarcastic commentary. Maybe his presence counted for some kind of comfort? Sure. Why not.

He looked around the hall, before his eyes went back to Raiden, "You should come join us when you're done, maybe? We can empty the pantry together."

Tazenhani · 09-25-2010, 11:39 PM

This...he didn't want to get into an argument or discussion about this with Raiden. It was silly and would be utterly pointless in the end. So he just nodded and kept his mouth clamped shut, pushing the frustration far enough into the back of his mind that he could almost forget about it.

Shaking his head to dislodge the thoughts, he turned his attention to Kellen's words, nodding in agreement. And maybe they could discuss things other than injuries and rivalries. Maybe they could engage in friendly conversation like they had what felt like ages ago.

Ameh · 09-25-2010, 11:46 PM

Raiden nodded. He figured they wouldn't be bothered by him being a distraction, but either way he didn't much care at the moment. Had they been anyone else, he would have side-stepped them and ignored the questions and worried looks.

"Yeah, I might." Right now, he wasn't particularly hungry, but he'd not eaten since lunch and that might likely change. Even if it didn't, he'd still wander down this way to force himself to eat something, as he'd done a few times over the last few weeks. "Soon as I fix all this up, shouldn't take terribly long."

It would just be the waiting, for the bruises, that would eat up time.

"Thanks again, Sabel. For-" he kinda waved a hand at his nose before taking a step away. "I'll see you later."

He started off up the corridor, toward the place where the stairs led down into the dungeons. It would be better to get there now, or relatively soon, because the low light would hide the discolouration that was already presenting itself.

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