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Post by eileen on Feb 23, 2012 22:44:10 GMT -5
Remy limped to the Hospital Wing with a broken leg. His jaw was locked tight to keep from making any noise that would other wise let others know he was weak and in pain. The last Ravenclaw versus Slytherin game was brutal as the Slytherin beaters had chosen him as their punching bag, sending one bludger after another towards him.
Reaching the closest bed, he collapsed on top of it to wait for Madam Pomfrey. That woman seemed to never be around.
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Post by victoria0rose on Feb 24, 2012 15:27:26 GMT -5
Miranda walked swiftly in after the game, since Victorias death she had to take the quidditch game rush. She looked around, until she spotted someone. Remy. He was in the game wasn't he? She bit her lip walking over to him. Her face was red, no one she knew was supposed to know that she was working there.
She had to work there to pay off her debt. A ministry debt, for a violation she had made one to many times. "H-hi remy..." she said, she looked down towards the ground. "What happened?" she asked.
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Post by eileen on Feb 24, 2012 16:48:59 GMT -5
Remy looked over at Miranda, not exactly the woman he needed to see- but he smiled thinking this might be better than Madam Pomfrey and her horrific way of mending bones.
"Oh nothing," he said shaking his head as if it really were nothing. "Just a couple of bludgers equal a broken leg," Remy tried to smile despite the pain.
"I'm waiting on Madam Pomfrey, where is she anyways?" he asked.
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Post by victoria0rose on Feb 24, 2012 17:03:57 GMT -5
She heaved a sigh. "Thats wonderful." she said sarcastically as she grabbed the bone mending potion and with some mggle pain killer pills. She muttered a strength spell under her breath, making the effect of the pain killers larger. "This is going to hurt a bit, but not as bad as Poppy's version of it."
She smiled slightly. "Vicky showed me how to do this... And poppy taught her... So t can't be all hat horrible." she joked, putting the potion in a vial and handing it to him.
Miranda walked away, tending to others, some of which she couldn't do much for.
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Post by eileen on Feb 24, 2012 20:06:56 GMT -5
Remy eyed the vial suspiciously and stared at Miranda. Trusting her, he downed the vial and laid back. "thanks" he said looking up at the ceiling and waiting for the potion to take effect.
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Post by victoria0rose on Feb 25, 2012 22:19:09 GMT -5
She watchedhim through the corner of her eye as she tended to a ruffed up Slytherin. She sighed, 'accidentally' pinching him. From his uniform, and the way he held himself as he looked over at Remy, he was a beater. No doubt in her mind.
She rolled her eyes, finally finishing with what she could do. She walked back over to Remy, "Did it happen yet?" she looked at him, "I mean the potion..." she trailed, biting her lip.
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Post by eileen on Feb 29, 2012 21:25:11 GMT -5
Remy gritted his teeth from the pain. There was no way he would scream or yell out while anyone was around, especially not Miranda. Nodding his head, he closed his eyes which were almost tearing up from the pain. "Yup," he said quickly as he clenched his fists together and pushed himself back on the bed.
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Post by victoria0rose on Mar 2, 2012 19:28:07 GMT -5
She sighed, it was obvious to anyone tht the mending still hurt. She closed her eyes for a minute, "Poppy can help you, shell be back soon." she began to walk away to go sign out, but she stopped. It was Remy, the boy who had helped her back then. She turned back around, "Unless you want me to stay..." she trailed off, lookin at him.
She honestly had no clue when Madame Pomfrey would be back, it was bs everytime she said she would be back soon. She bit her lip, looking down, by then the mending potion shouldve stopped hurting so much. That was the perk of it, it only lasted for about a minute before the pain began to go away.
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Post by eileen on Mar 10, 2012 13:20:04 GMT -5
Remy looked up at her, his body almost shaking from trying to control the pain as his bones fused and mended. He didn't want to seem weak, specially not in front of her. He couldn't let her see him like this. Weak and needing anyone. He didn't need anyone, never did.
But seeing her made him feel better. At least if she was around, he couldn't cry a little baby.
"Please, stay," he said swollowing his pride.
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Post by victoria0rose on Mar 10, 2012 23:03:58 GMT -5
She tilted her head, "You want me to stay?" She asked, slightly shocked at what he had just said. She was just the invisible person, the girl that no one noticed at Hogwarts, and when they did.. it never was for something nice. She looked at him, he had to hurt.
She sighed, "If it hurts you can show it... your pride wont burst. We're the only people left in here." she smiled at him.
She muttered a quick spell, and smirked, "Now.. even if someone walks in, it's just us, they cant see or hear us." she sat on the edge of the bed.
She didn't want him to feel like bursting out in agnony would ruin his pride or whatever. The potion made you hurt like fu.cking hell.
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Post by eileen on Mar 11, 2012 18:20:15 GMT -5
Though Remy was assured no one would see or hear them, he wouldn't show her a weak side in him. He'd trained himself to be emotionless around others. His parents and his oh so wonderful brother were his worst enemies. They had hounded him for days and still do about being a Ravenclaw. The only person that remotely understood what it was like to be basically an outcast among their own family was the Harlow girl, his brother's best friend. He smirked at the thought. Best friends?... Not anymore.
He looked up at Miranda before falling back on his bed, trying to get his body to relax. He figured the more he fought against it the more it would hurt. His hand reached out to hers as he held her fingers as gently as he could without squeezing.
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Post by victoria0rose on Mar 11, 2012 18:47:46 GMT -5
She smiled. She doubted that he would show it. She sighed, "It shouldn't hurt much longer." she said quietly. When he held his hand, she tensed slightly. No, this is Remy. He wouldn't hurt you. she assured herself. This was the kid who helped her.
She sighed, she had to go back to her bloody home in a week, the one that made her so scared of physical contact. She didn't want to go see her dad again, she hated him wholeheartedly. Her father was a bas.tard. She didn't want anybody other than her to know her little secret, no one.
That's why she kept quiet, handled the insults, if she blew up on someone, she would most likely let it slip. She shook the hair out of her face. She had to stop thinking about it. She had to.
She closed her eyes for a moment. After a few minutes she looked at Remy, "Still hurting?" she asked, raising an eyebrow, acting as if she hadn't just been thinking about her father, she wasn't all to good at hiding emotions.
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Post by eileen on Mar 11, 2012 21:32:45 GMT -5
The pain subsided, but not before reaching it's peak. His insides felt as if they were being ripped apart and his bones felt as if they were breaking more and more rather than healing. When the pain finally dissappeared, he was able to look at Miranda clearly.
"Yeah," he said taking a deep breath, but not letting go of her hand just yet. His thumb caressed the top of her hand. "Something the matter?"
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Post by victoria0rose on Mar 11, 2012 21:54:32 GMT -5
She looked at him slightly stunned, "Er... um.. no." she finally answered, stumbling over her words a bit. No one could know, not even Remy. No matter how much he had helped her.
She looked down slightly, trying to hide her emotions, not all that well. With her flashbacks came all the emotions. anger, fear, guilt, depression.
She tried to hide them the best she could, hoping that Remy didn't notice. She didn't need him helping her again.
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Post by eileen on Mar 13, 2012 1:32:04 GMT -5
Remy didn't believe her one bit, but he decided to drop it. If she wanted to tell him, then she would. He wouldn't press it with the one person that actually took the time to care for him when no one else would. But then again, that was just her job as Pomfrey's aid.
"I'm feeling better now," he said. "Thank you for staying with me." He figured he'd have to stay in the Hospital Wing over night. "I'd invite you for dinner, but seeing as I'm stuck here... Would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow night?"
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