Ella was laying face first on the floor to the entrance hall and feeling like a fool. Honestly, who did stuff like this as often as this? The first year was sure she was cursed or something. She sighed as she felt arms helping her up. Despite the pain, she gave Logan a small smile when she saw it was him. Of course it was. He was always there to help her. She held out her arms as Logan went around, handing her book after book. There were so many that she failed to see him bending down again to tie her shoe. "Logan? what are you..." Then she felt the tugging on her shoelaces. Oh. "Me? I'm...well no, my knee actually hurts quite a lot. It's all these books...and the shoe laces...and well, me. I'm cursed!" The first year said, wishing she had empty hands so she could throw her arms up in annoyance. "And you. Well you're here again to help me. What did you attatch a tracking device to me or something?" She smiled at the thought though it only lasted a minute, her throbbing knee making it hard to continue.

Logan smiled as Ella couldn't see him tying her shoe. He chuckled. "It does? Do you need me to take you to the hospital wing..?" he asked as he stood up. He then smiled. "You're not cursed, silly goose." he said, patting her head. "There's plenty of people who have accidents like this. It's okay." he said reasurringly. Logan laughed as she asked if he attatched a tracking device to her. "Tis not a tracking device, my love. Tis my heart, that pulls toward you." he said in a Shakespear-ish sounding accent. If that's what it was.

Ella nodded. "Yeah but I'll be okay. I'd rather not go to the hospital wing. I heard the healer is a bit...scary." Heard it from several people actually! "I guess you're right, thanks." She said, feeling a little better about the situation. The first year's heart melted a little when Logan started doing his shakespeare-esque impression. Her face went pink and she laughed nervously. "Y-your heart huh? T-hat's...erm...nice."

"Oh yeah, I've heard about that too." he said chuckling. He then nodded. "Anytime!" he said. Logan smirked as Ella's face turned pink. "Very nice indeed." he said, bowing and giggling.

"So anyways, where were you headed?" he asked.

"Have you ever met her?" The healer, that is. Ella was curious whether or not she was as scary as she seemed. The first year turned even redder as Logan bowed. She started to giggle and would have held a hand over her mouth to stop it if she had a free hand. Darn books.

Where was she headed? "I was going back to the common room I think..." She said sheepishly. "Yeah, that's definitely where I was headed. And you?"

Logan shook his head. "Nope!" he said. "I don't think so." he said shrugging. He smiled as Ella giggled as he bowed. He grinned.

"That's nice!" Logan said. "Oh. I dont' even know where I was headed, to be honest. I was just returning from a run around the grounds." he said, glancing at the door and then back at Ella.

"I guess you're lucky then. I heard it's not a pleasant experience. Though she can't be all bad...it must be rather stressful working in the hospital wing. I bet she's just tired or something." That must be it!

"Oh, it was a nice day for running. I'll be doing a lot of that this summer. Hopefully my dad will come along!" Cause running was always better with a partner. "Mind helping me with these?" Ella asked after a moment, looking down at the stack of books in her arms. Her arms were getting quite tired and she didn't want to drop them... again.

'Really sorry,' he thought once again as he got outside and after he was out of sight, he smacked himself hard in the head against the stone brick walls, or whatever that thing was made of. All he knew was that it hurt, but not as much as regret of hurting someone's feelings and making 'em feel bad about themselves. Zeke would've gone back inside the Great Hall and told her a long explanation, but thought it best to just leave things the way they were.

He wouldn't want her to hang out with him nor be friends with him. He was never worthy of being called a friend so he shuts out every possibility of having one. And this probably was a good way to go. If she hates him, she'd avoid him too. He could take the glares. It'd be better if things went in that direction.

And after about 3 attempts of hitting himself in the head against that wall, blood was dripping from his forehead. Gushing out like some kind of volcano eruption. He placed his hand on his forehead and looked at his blood-stained hand. 'Ugh, now what?' And formed a series of cusses in his mind as he fished in his pockets for his handkerchief that Janine gave him when they were still young. It was the only one he had.

Zeke kept looking. And looking. And searching. But never finding. Where on earth was it?! He tried to remember where he could've placed it but couldn't. It can't be lost. It just can't be. The only thing that he held on to for so long was now gone.

Had she done something wrong? Ness sighed as she slowly walked out of the great hall and into the entrance room. She didn't feel like eating around people anymore, right now she felt terrible. Every attempt at being nice to almost anyone failed. If only one of her best friends were here, but clearly they weren't and so she planned on eating once again alone in the Kitchen. At least the house elves would keep her company there and she wanted to forget about this boy. As good looking as he was, he was rather rude but she could tell there was something up. A reason as to why he kept on doing what he did. She tried to figure what, but nothing really came to her. Maybe he just didn't like people. It was the best explanation she could come up with.

It was on her way out then she once again saw him. Merlin! This wasn't good. He must have thought she was following him now, which really wasn't the case. She just wanted to get to the kitchen and be alone and she would have easily done that if she hadn't seen what she had just seen. This boy was now banging he's head into the stone brick wall. Was he insane? He could hurt himself like that....then he did. Within a few moments blood started dripping down he's face. This wasn't good. Blood made her feel dizzy. At times she could cope with it just fine, that was usually when she had a full stomach, but with an empty stomach and blood around she tended to get all headachey and once she had even fainted from it. She turned around and tried to look away, but that didn't help she could smell the blood.

What to do? What to do?

The hospital wing was probably the best idea. But could she cope going to the place she despised? Could she take him? And would he want her to take him? Gaahh! This was a time to start panicing, but she know that would be no good. Then she remembered she had he's handkerchief. It was clean now..she had wanted to return it to him and she had forgotten. Also it would help with all the blood for now.

She closed her eyes, blocked her nose and then walked closer to him. "Here, take this." she said quickly handing it over to him. Then not managing any longer she opened her eyes and speedily took a few steps back. Her head was really drowsy now, and the more she was around him, the worse it felt. "I ..Go to the hospital wing." If he wanted her to go..he'd say right? Otherwise he'd prefer to be on he's own anyway. What was worring her was that would he cope to go on he's own? Probably not.

Taking a deep breathe she blocked her nose once again and then without even asking him,. She grabbed he's hand and started dragging him towards the hospital wing.

Dammit, how the heck do I stop the blood from dripping all over the place? Pretty soon, people'd be swimming in his blood. Or not that'd be over-exaggerating the situation. But still, it was making a pretty ugly mess around the entrance hall. Now he wouldn't wanna get in trouble for that. Nor would he want someone to see him and ask what on earth happened. They'd go worrying and insist on going to the bloody hospital kind-of place they've got here at Hogwarts. Troublesome.

He continued to apply pressure on his forehead using his hands and just as he was about to turn and make a run for it toward the lion common room, he heard that voice again. He flinched a bit as he turned to see if it was really her or if he was just hallucinating. Sure enough, there was the Huffie. What the heck was it with this girl? Didn't he make himself clear that he didn't like her presence at all?

But upon seeing her weird reaction to blood, Zeke almost let out a chuckle but stopped before it even went out. It was entertaining to see her so nauseated by blood. It was by the blood right? Whatever it was, Zeke let the thought drop because he finally saw his handkerchief again. Riiiggghhht, he remembered handing it over to Renesmee during their first meeting cause of her colds.

Taking it, Zeke placed it on his forehead in a lame attempt to stop the bleeding. Gee, he'd run out of blood soon by what he's doing. Yup, you definitely don't have a future in the medical field, Zeke. "Erm, thanks." He's gotta admit, that was kind of helpful in many ways. First he had something to cover in blood with besides his hands and the floor. Second, he was saved from the worrying on where the handkerchief was.

Zeke watched as she backed up a few steps. Yep, blood and Renesmee definitely didn't agree so much. Wait what? Go to the hospital wing? Nuh-uh. Not in a hundred years he won't. Besides, it looked like she was the one who needed to go. The pale-faced girl seemed like she was about to faint and her face was even paler than before, if that was even possible.

And as he looked at her blocking her nose again, he said, "Psh, you're the one who needs--" But was cut off mid-way his sentence when she grabbed his blood-stained hand and practically dragged him away. Where to? He didn't know and care as of the moment cause he was worrying about the floor that had blood drippings. He had to clean that up. It would mean trouble if there was evidence of what he did. From a distance, while he was being dragged away he also saw the wall had blood too. Great, more evidence. But the entrance hall slowly disappeared from his sight and he was being taken away pretty fast.

He had to give her credit, with the resistance he was putting up, she was dragging him fast enough. Strong girl hm? "Where the bloody hell do you plan on taking me, huh?" Zeke finally asked.

This wasn't good. Everything was just getting a million times worse. Her head began to feel heavier and her rosy cheeks were a baby pink now as they began to fade in color. She knew what was coming. She'd faint soon, this was always what she felt before she fainted. This was going to be disasterous. I can do this! she thought to herself trying to be as optmistic about the situation as she could. If only he would cooperate things would be easier.

He was resisting and it honestly wasn't helping. To be honest, she was only now beginning to loose her patience. Did this guy not want help? Because that's all she was trying to do. She was even putting herself in danger to make sure he was alright and really all he was to her was some pathetic arrogant stranger. She decided there was only one way to deal with this and that way, was to be strict and firm.

There was so many un-answered questions. Why did he hurt himself like that? Or Why was he so rude to her? Why wouldn't he just use he's brain and go to the hospital room. Then it hit her...she was like this too at times. Those times were her depressing times when she felt nobody cared about her, when she felt she was the worst thing in the world, when everything was just terrible. It was those times too that she ended up doing silly things and she even had lost friends because of it. She would have temper tantrums at people that had done nothing, but try help her. Or she would not listen to people that were telling her what was right. At those times she became heartless and it scared her. She looked straight into he's eyes trying with every bone in her bone body to stand straight.

She paused for a second and took a breathe. She could smell the metalic smell coming from he's forehead and almost immediately she blocked her nose. Her feet had all of a sudden weekend and she couldn't do it anymore. Her body was giving in. She held onto a wall for support and then trying to look scary she looked at the boy. "Look! I know you don't like me, and I know you think I'm a freak, but I DON'T CARE!" she began shouting by the last words, just to scare him more."You ARE going to LISTEN to me EITHER WAY! ALRIGHT?" she didn't even give him a second to answer the question. "Go to the hospital wing and go there NOW! " He did realise she was doing this all to help him right? Cause that's all this really was about.

Her head was so bad now, that she could barely see straight. She only had a few more minutes before she'd be down. She needed to sit down, and that was exactly what she did. She carefully placed herself onto the ground and buried her head into her knees trying to block the smell and the vision of the blood. She then raised her head one last time. "I'll go there too, once your away from me." Not that her health really mattered to him, she then burried her head and waited to hear he's footsteps leaving.

Whoah. Was this a Hufflepuff, really now? She could be a lion with that tough act. Though it didn't convince him one bit, he knew she was just trying to do that to make him follow. Zeke still didn't wanna go though. He was about to object but stopped once again when he saw her loosen up the tough act.

She was so vulnerable now, with that position on the floor. She seemed so weak. So fragile. It made Zeke's heart soften up a bit. It was like he needed to take care of her somehow. It became a need, a need to make sure she was safe. But dammit, great. Just as he was softening up a bit he wants her gone. Maybe it was the will of fate. Oh well.

He stared at her as his left hand was still against his forehead as it held the handkerchief there in place. And as he removed the handkerchief, to use the other side of it, he placed his left hand again on his forehead and realized the blood seemed to dry up a bit. He just needed to probably wash 'em and it'd be all fine. No head injuries anyway. Zeke's line of thinking was still fine. Fine to him, at least. Other's would think he was crazy for not wanting friends and for shunning people away.

No need for the handkerchief after all anymore. So he folded it and placed the bloody handkerchief in his pocket. Zeke was ready to walk away and leave her alone. And so he did.