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Post by Jamie Smith on Nov 19, 2012 20:20:56 GMT -5
Jamie shifted under the desk silently, trying not to pant. Her chest seared in pain, and Jamie clenched her jaw, a snarl rippling across her face as Aldar taunted her above her desk. Silently, Jamie slipped from under the desk, slipping behind Aldar before she jumped onto the desk and transfigured back. Her blouse was torn in half, blood covering it, and a nick half way down her nose ran to the very front of her cheek bone. A snarl still stood on her face, her brown eyes flashing with rage and hatred. The smell of blood filled her nose, the iron tang exciting her and making her forget her injuries, which dripped blood on the top of her desk still.
"Not even close," she spat, swinging her fist at Aldar's face, her full force, but not weight, behind the blow.
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Post by Aldar M Silverton on Nov 19, 2012 20:38:42 GMT -5
Aldar had noticed Jamie coming up behind him but he was surprised that she choose to punch him instead. Rubbing his jaw, sent him back to another memory of getting hit in the face...oh, yes Professor Snape recently gave him a blow...and out of the state he was in.
Aldar looked around, not being able to see anything in the dark. He could smell blood and he was holding something in his hand. Looking down as he waited for his eyes to adjust, he ran his finger over what it was, a pen, but it was all sticky. Aldar held it up to his nose and sniffed, smelling blood. What had happened?
He could feel someone behind him and he froze not knowing who it was, and why his leg and jaw hurt. Taking out his wand Aldar turned the lights back on and turned around. Upon seeing Jamie his eyes filled with shock, and he stepped backwards, falling off the desk. "What on earth happened in here? Why were the lights off? Why are you..why are you covered in blood?" Aldar looked around and he had the feeling that he wasn't going to like the answer.
Laughing nervously he continued rambling, "don't tell me we turned the lights off, and accidently injured ourselves. No...that couldn't be right.....how come.....why...."
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Post by Jamie Smith on Nov 19, 2012 21:17:16 GMT -5
Jamie paused after she felt her hand finish making contact with Aldar's face, waiting for his next move. As the lights came back on, and Jamie saw the wand in his hand, Jamie swung at him again, missing him as he fell backwards off the desk. Jamie, however, continued to stand on the desk, breathing heavily and staring down at Aldar, blood dripping everywhere as she stared warily at him, palm open again, ready to uncap the magic within her, to let all hell break loose.
Jamie snarled as Aldar looked around cluelessly. "Bastard," she spat, shaking with rage. "Don't you bloody dare play stupid!" she raged, stepping down and standing over him. "Give me my wand. NOW," she commanded, her eyes burning with hatred and a willingness to murder if he refused to complied. THe smell of blood still filled her sense of smell, and she clenched her fists, stifling a shiver that made even more blood fall...
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Post by Aldar M Silverton on Nov 19, 2012 21:32:50 GMT -5
Aldar got up from the ground, gritting his teeth from the pain in his leg. "Your wand? Oh...yes.." Aldar fiddled around in his pockets and pulled out Jamie's wand. He slipped the red reminder string off of it and moved to hand it to her.
"I would like to apologize for anything that happened." Aldar ruffled his hair, then realizing his hands were bloody stopped. "Do you need help at all with your injuries?" Aldar asked Jamie clearly feeling responsible for all that had happened. He really wished he would stop finding himself in these kinds of messes.
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Post by Jamie Smith on Nov 19, 2012 22:26:14 GMT -5
Jamie snatched her wand from Aldar, backing away warily until she was at the opposite side of the room. She sat down heavily, finally exhausted. She kept an eye on the man as she clenched her hand around her wand tighter, feeling an icy shot run up her arm as though she had dunked it in a bucket of ice water. She shivered, still watching Aldar.
Jamie sneered as Aldar apologized, but remained silent, her brown eyes mocking as she stared at him. "I don't need your help with anything," she spat, still eyeing he and his wand.
Jamie turned, standing up and dragging the chair to the opposite corner, where she sat back down and summoned a mirror, tracing the wound on her chest carefully, murmuring the spell softly. Slowly, the wound healed, and Jamie soon turned to the cut along her face.
When she was finished, Jamie sat back, still looking at Aldar warily....
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Post by Aldar M Silverton on Nov 19, 2012 22:41:56 GMT -5
Aldar watched as Jamie began to heal herself, and he remained sitting where he was. Taking his wand he said a simple spell to conjure up a bowl of water and a washcloth and he began to clean off the pen, tucking it back into his pocket. Then he proceded to wash his hands methodically until they were also clean of blood.
He shifted and drew up his pants leg and examined the bite marks. He raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. He suspected from the wounds Jamie had, that she had bit him, and he recalled from her records that she wasn't registered. Examining the teeth marks more Aldar hid a smile when he recognized the jaw of a wolf, his being the same. He cleaned the wound and then also said a simple spell to heal it up, leaving no scars.
After doing that he made sure to repair his clothing, getting rid of the stains and any tears. Once satisfied with his apperance, Aldar washed his hands yet again, then made the bowl and towel disappear. Leaning against the wall he closed his eyes resting, when in fact he was trying to retrieve memories from what happened. He would have to pull them out again and examine them later.
Aldar looked at Jamie, "do you need any help with anything?" He looked at the office to see if there was any serious damage.
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Post by Jamie Smith on Nov 20, 2012 9:33:33 GMT -5
Jamie watched closely as Aldar healed the wounds on his leg, a small smirk playing on her lips before she dismissed it. She watched as he repaired his clothing, her own still torn. She watched, glowering, as he seemed to rest, his head against the wall, which had spatters of blood on it.
"Get out," she spat as he asked if she needed help repairing anything. She stood. "Out, now." Her wand was pointed at him, at the ready should he snap again.
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Post by Aldar M Silverton on Nov 20, 2012 12:17:06 GMT -5
Aldar nodded and slowly stood up. He said nothing as he moved to open the door and walk out of Jamie's office. He was tired and he decided it would be best to go home and put his memories into the pensieve. Then examine them right away, go to bed and the re-examine them. All that he would have left would be a memory of a memory. But it was better than knowing nothing.
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