|
|
Post by Jason Forge on Aug 13, 2009 19:11:35 GMT -1
Jason let out a deep sigh, which seemed to last longer than he intended, making his way past the towering oak doors of the main entrance, out into the courtyard below the clock tower. He had just spent the last hour in the library finishing off a very long and detailed essay on the history of the broomstick for his charms class tomorrow. He didn't usually leave things until the last minute but he had been swamped in so much work recently he just hadn't had the time. Thus he found himself wandering around the grounds, getting himself some time away from his parchment and quills. He glanced to his left to see the school quidditch stadium, bare of any decorative banners of the four houses, looking like a simple construction made of matchsticks from this distance.
He smiled to himself, he hoped quiditch training would start again soon, adding some much needed entertainment to his routine. It wasn’t that Jason had nobody to socialize with, it was merely the fact that his NEWT exams demanded so much of his free time. He shook his head, he was out here to get away from all that, so why think about it? He entered the quiditch stadium, making his way up the stairs to the main seating area. Stepping out of the stairwell, he was hit by the many rays of sunlight beating down on him. He squinted slightly as he sat down in the middle of the back row, stretching his arms out either side of him, enjoying his relaxation for however long it lasted. |
|
|
|
Post by Isabella Lestrange on Aug 14, 2009 8:24:36 GMT -1
Isabella didn't play quidditch, she was very clumsy that it was safer for her and everyone else that she stayed as far away from any sports as possible. It was also for that reason that she avoided spending time with her cousin Demetria - she was graceful, and well she was horrible to anyone that wasn't on her friend list. Isabella Lestrange didn't agree with the things that her cousin did or how she did them, Isabella didn't think that muggle-borns should be tortured or die because of who they were born to - but she was damn good at pretending like she agreed with everything her cousins said.
She sighed as she headed to the quidditch stadium - it was one of few places you were guaranteed to get some peace and quiet, when there wasn't a match on. She headed up the stairs in the seating area, but as she headed up the stairs she mis-judged a step and slipped, she fell down on the stairs, landing with a thud, her hand scraped on the hard floor. "Son of a...." She bit her tongue to stop herself from swearing, her hand stung and she could feel that it was bleeding but she refused to look, she didn't like the sight of blood - she tended to collapse at the sight of blood.
|
|
|
|
Post by Jason Forge on Aug 14, 2009 16:53:58 GMT -1
Jason’s head jerked upwards as a loud crash filled echoed around the stadium. Looking left and right, he simply assumed that someone had dropped a brookstick or a bludger had been a bit harder to handle after practise. All these assumptions, however, were discarded when he unmistakably heard someone scream in, what he assumed to be pain. He jumped to his feet as he looked left and right, trying to determine what direction the noise came from. He guessed right as he shimmied his way along the back row of the wooden quidditch stands to the end, where it connected to one of the main stairwells, used by many to access this level.
Jason poked his head around the corner yelling a strong; "Hello!?" down the stairwell. Gingerly, he slowly descended, step by step, leaning over the edge of the railing to look all the way down to the base of the stadium. He saw nothing, but heard movement somewhere below him. He increased his pace slightly into a brisk jog as he darted down the many flights of stairs comming to an abrupt stop at the top of a small set of stairs, grabbing the railing to stop him from hurling himself into what he saw below him. A young woman lay collapsed at the bottom of the stairs, clutching the back of her head. Jason couldn’t make out who it was from behind, but he could see that the wound she was clutching was bleeding as around her hand, her loose brown hair was stained a colour of faint red. Jason calmed himself down, if he was in a panic stricken mood it would most likely rub off on her and make the situation a lot worse that it needed to be. He slowly descended the stairs and decided not to ask the obvious question of whether she was alright. "Try not to move." Jason said, in a soothing tone as he crouched down next to her, unsure of where to place his hands as not to cause further harm. |
|
|
|
Post by Isabella Lestrange on Aug 14, 2009 18:01:12 GMT -1
'Stupid clumsiness.' She should just wrap herself up in cotton wool and have done with it, then she might be able to make it through the day without hurting herself, sitting up on the stairs she lifted her hand off her injured hand to see how badly she had injured herself this time but just the first sight of blood made her feel queasy. Blood, she decided should stay in the body. She glanced up when someone shouted, the voice was vaguely familiar but she couldn't put a name to the voice, she wasn't that great remembering people's names - she was better at people's faces, once she reconized a face she could usually put a name to it.
"This is why I stay away from quidditch, I do myself an injury without even getting on a broomstick." She said to him with a weak smile as he crouched down next to her. "I'm alright.... I think." The only part of her that she had hurt was her hand when she tried to stop herself from falling but it hadn't worked, you would have thought that she was used to cuts and bruises by now. "Its the blood I'm not so great with." She said honestly, it was horrible, wet, red, warm... and it should just stay in the body where you didn't see it. She didn't like the look or the smell of it.
|
|
|
|
Post by Jason Forge on Aug 14, 2009 19:06:03 GMT -1
Jason chuckled lightly at her small joke, still trying to keep her calm and relaxed. He crouched in front of her as she took a seat on one of the steps, steps that had a few drops of blood on them. He didn't say anything after her for about a minute or so, just letting her breath, get over the shock of her accident. He took another look at her face and tried to remember where he'd seen her before. Due to neither of them being in their school uniforms, he couldn’t narrow the search down to a specific house of Hogwarts. He nodded his head, he thought he was onto something. Isabella Lestrange perhaps? He admitably wasn't too sure but the Lestrange family wasn't the a group of people he was interested in getting too close to.
He sighed softly before humming in concentration at the matter at hand, socialisation issues can wait until later. He couldn’t blame her for the fear of blood she had, in truth it wasn't something Jason was very fond of either but then again who was? He had seen much worse injuries caused by bludgers in quidditch so he had simply gotten used to it. He slowly began to move his hands towards the back of Isabella’s head, but not touching it and asked; "Well, let’s take a look and see if we can do anything about this?" In a confident tone before slowly moving stray strands of Isabellas hair out of his way. |
|
|
|
Post by Isabella Lestrange on Aug 15, 2009 20:52:59 GMT -1
She was reluctant to tell him her name, once people found out she was a Lestrange they tended to judge her before they even knew her. Just because she was a lestrange didn't mean she was like her dad, uncle and aunt. She wasn't a carbon copy, she had her own mind and her own opinions, yes she didn't like mudbloods but she didn't think they should die because of it. She avoided looking at the blood on the steps, which she knew was her own blood and it just made her feel worse.
"Sure your not going to collapse at the sight of my horrid injury." She said with a small smile, trying to keep the mood light. She didn't know how badly she had injured her arm. Judging by the amount of blood and the pain it was pretty bad. As he moved a few strands of her hair she was determined to look at him, and nothing else then maybe she wouldn't end up feinting herself when she did uncover her hand. She lifted her hand carefully off her injured hand, wincing as the cool air got to the wound. "Be honest its bad isn't it?" Granted she bet quidditch injures were a lot worse than this but since she was never going to get on a broom ever! this was the closest she was ever going to get to getting a quidditch injury.
|
|
|
|
Post by Jason Forge on Aug 15, 2009 23:25:03 GMT -1
Jason got a look at her head wound, despite the large amount of bleeding; all he could see was a small scrape on her skull. In all seriousness to draw this much blood the knock she took must have upset some cartilage around the wound. He was no medic but he thought it would be best if Jason got her to someone more qualified to handle the situation. He sighed, he didn't want to panic Isabella anymore than she already was, but he couldn't think of any other option given the current circumstances.
He stood up before turning to face her again, crouching as he moved, now looking her in the eye. "Well, from what i can tell it’s just a bad scrape." He admitted as he offered her his hand. "But i don't think you should take any chances." He finished, knowing that she would guess what was coming before he even suggested it. "We had better get you to the hospital wing." he added, still offering her his hand in order to help her up. He didn't know if she could stand on her own, she might have a small concussion from her fall but he knew it would be best to get her to a nurse sooner rather than later. |
|
|
|
Post by Isabella Lestrange on Aug 16, 2009 20:37:57 GMT -1
"Hospital wing.... should have seen that one coming. I seem to spend half my school life there. They'll be getting sick of seeing me." She said with a small smile, she didn't really want to go to the hospital wing if she could hep it but right now she was in no mood to argue and at this moment in time she wasn't sure if the room was spinning or if it was just her, well that would teach her for not paying very much attention to where she was going. Still one good thing came out of her clumsyness, if she hadn't have been herself and fallen over she doubted she would have met Jason properly. it was nice someone treating her as a person and not just Demetria's cousin. As far as Isabella was concerned her cousin was the wicked witch of the west, but she would never say that out loud to her, Isabella liked living and she didn't want Demi to kill her which she would most likely do if she found out.
She took his hand as he offered to help her up, the sudden change in height made her sway slightly but you could expect that after the fall she had just had, 'woah...' "I'm not usually this clumsy I swear... but thanks, for helping me. A lot of people would have just ignored me.. my cousins included." She tucked some of her hair behind her ear. "Don't suppose you know any healing charms so I don't have to go the hospital wing?" She asked hopefully, she really didn't want to go to the hospital wing, she didn't want to have to sit though yet another lecture about her being more careful.
|
|
|
|
Post by Demetria Lestrange on Aug 17, 2009 19:21:02 GMT -1
Demetria had talked someone into doing her homework for her, she was perfectly capable of doing her own homework and getting a good mark for it she just really couldn't be bothered to do it, she had better things to do with her time than homework. Though the only problem with her not doing the homework was that it left her with a lot of spare time on her hands with no idea how to spend it which was bad for everyone else because Demetria got bored very easily. It was for this very reason that she had taken herself off out of the slytherin common-room to find something or someone to entertain her.
She headed for the quidditch pitch, it might be a waste of time in her opinion and messed or hair but was a place where you were guaranteed to run into someone. Much to her disappointment at first glance the quidditch pitch looked deserted. 'Oh come on...' Was everyone afraid to come out on their own anymore? Demetria went out on her own all the time she liked to think that she was unbeatable, untouchable - she had yet to lose a duel. She headed up the stairs to the seating area, there was usually someone hiding round there, avoiding teachers.... even if there wasn't anyone there Demetria may get a rare moment of peace and quiet before she got too bored again.
She was heading up a flight of stairs when she heard voices, one belonged to her younger and incredibly clumsy cousin Isabella, the other voice she had heard before but only in a few classes in which they were forced to share with the Ravenclaws, what was the name?... Flage... No Forge.... Jason Forge. "Now, now Isabella. Supposed to be nice to family." She said smoothly as she came into sight. "Your a Lestrange, start acting like one." It was more of an order than a request. "Flirting with a filthy halfblood, Uncle Rabastan will be ashamed."
|
|
