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Healer's Magic (Poppy or Darcy) Dec 17, 2012 16:07:26 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2012 16:07:26 GMT -8

Zeke exhaled slowly as he looked up at the moon, this was his favorite time of the day; it was midnight and the grounds of hogwarts were completely silent; it was just him, the stars, the moon, and his broom stick. Zeke smiled to himself as he just continued to hover in place a couple hundred feet above the castle walls, above all of his fathers expectations, above the stress and anxiety of his relationship with Bellatrix, everything bad in his life was stuck below him and he was hovering hundreds of feet over them. Zeke closed his eyes and took a deep breath, he could feel the wind rushing around him, he cool breeze blowing against his face began to pick up. It felt as if he were falling, but Zeke knew better; he'd done this too many times for him to be worried. But he couldn't help the feeling, so he gradually opened his eyes and quickly realized…

He was Actually falling.

Zeke pulled up hard, but it was too late; he threw himself from his broom hoping to be able to roll through the fall and avoid any serious injury. He landed with a hard thud and rolled slowly; groaning out in pain as he held onto his right shoulder, which he was pretty sure was now broken. He laid there in pain trying to figure out exactly what was broken. He knew that his collar bone was broken, and he was pretty sure he had at least a minor concussion and possible a dislocated hip. The worst part of it all was the next noise that he heard; "Ah ha! I caught you, you snivelling little snake!" The voice was impossible to mistake; Filch. "Don't try and act like you're injured, it won't prevent you from getting detention this time, Maxwell." Zeke just simply groaned out his reply, not bothering to take the time to reply with actual words, "Come on, get up. Straight to the headmaster's office with ya!" Zeke groaned again and rolled to his stomach, trying to find a way to get back up to his feet, "For Merlin's sake, bugger off you bloody squib." Zeke shot back in retort, "I need to go to the hospital wing; I'm injured and if you don't take me, I'll have my Father end your wretched tenure on these grounds." Zeke's voice was filled with vile, but the vile had never been intented for Filch, it had been meant for Zeke's Father, it had been meant for Bellatrix, for Professor Riddle, for all of the bloody pure-blooded families that spoke out against muggle life, and muggle materials. Zeke just didn't have the ability to send the vile at them, he didn't have the courage to talk back to them this way; but he could talk to Filch however he wanted to, and he would because there is nothing that Filch could do.

Zeke struggled to get himself to his feet and began walking towards the hospital wing, Filch started to place a hand on his injured arm to show authority as he escorted himself, "I swear to Merlin, if you touch me with your bloody squib hands; I'll hex you so hard your own mug-blood mother won't know who you are." Zeke continued his verbal assualt as he limped his way towards the hospital wing.

By the time Zeke finally made it to the Hospital wing at his dirt slow limping pace, Filch was deathly silent from Zeke's continued verbal assualt. It had been so bad that by the time they got to the hospital wing Filch just simply dropped Zeke off and ran away instead of actually taking the time to wait for him to be healed and take him to Dumbledore's for his punishment. Zeke laid down on the hospital bed behind the closed sheets and sighed softly as he tried to relax and not think about the throbbing pain in his collarbone. He heard the screen open, but didn't take the time to open his eyes to see who had came to check on him.

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Healer's Magic (Poppy or Darcy) Dec 18, 2012 11:31:18 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2012 11:31:18 GMT -8

Filch knocked sharply on Poppy’s door, waking her from her slumber. In a rush, she scrambled out of bed, pulled on her dressing robe and propped the door open slightly. She found herself face-to-face with Filch in the corridor outside of her room. He looked slightly disheveled and angry, as if he had just gotten out of a fight. Poppy stared at him curiously, wondering why he was standing in front of her saying nothing, ”Argus-”

[/b] She pulled her robe tighter around her body, suddenly feeling very self-conscious in her robe, ”Is there something that you need?”[/b]

“The Maxwell boy’s fallen off his broom. He’s in the wing.”[/b] Filch said curtly as he turned away from Poppy’s door and began walking in the other direction. She peeked her head out, catching some of the things that Filch was muttering, “Bloody little Slytherin. Temperamental and crazy just like his da.mn father-”[/b] The caretaker disappeared into the hallway and Poppy stood there, still stunned in shock.

In that moment, Poppy realized that she now had a patient in the Wing that she had to deal with. She slipped out of her room completely and shut the door behind her, making sure to turn the lock so that no one could get in. She hurried down the hallway in the direction of her wing, the call of her healing duties fresh in her mind. Poppy made it to the Wing in record time and her eyes adjusted to the dim light that surrounded her workspace. She could see that the curtains had been drawn around one of the beds and she figured that that was where the boy now sat, waiting for care. She knew that she should be angry that Maxwell had been out past hours, but the only thing that she could hear at the moment was the staggered breathing that came from behind the curtain. She didn’t know how bad it was going to be, but she figured that he was in a great deal of pain.

Softly, she crossed to the screen and pulled it back, surveying the damage. From what Filch had told her, she knew that Zeke had fallen off of his broom, which would explain the scratches and dirty that was all over his body. His arm looked rather strange, his shoulder almost lying at an odd anger. Immediately, instinct took over. She placed her palm on his forehead to check for a temperature, ”Nothing good ever happens after midnight, Mr. Maxwell. It’ll serve you well to remember that-”[/b] Poppy breathed, putting her other hand around his wrist and feeling for his pulse. It seemed regular, if only slightly quicker than normal. But she chalked that up to the adrenaline that was probably running rapidly through his system. His forehead seemed to be too cold; as if he was drenched in a cold-sweat of sorts. Poppy could only imagine that he was already trying to go into shock.

”You’re going to have to tell me what hurts, Zeke.”[/b] The healer said as she moved her fingertips to his shoulder and touched it tenderly. She knew that the source of most of his discomfort had to be centered around his upper torso; that was what normally got hurt in Quidditch related injuries, ”As much as I’d like to say that I can tell with just a look, I’m not that good yet.”[/b][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

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Healer's Magic (Poppy or Darcy) Dec 24, 2012 7:17:00 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2012 7:17:00 GMT -8

Darcy - in her most hallowed cat animagus form - padded down the hallway, happily. For once, she was happy that it was October. The cool air seemed to fill the corridors and made for a much nicer evening to herself. Up and down the corridors she walked, her large green eyes scanning everything that was in her line of vision. She turned one of the corridors to the right and found herself almost colliding with Argus Filch. Immediately, she hissed, knowing full-well that this would alert Filch to her presense, but not caring. He had to look where he was going lest he hurt someone. The man, apparently too tired to even realize what had happened looked down for a moment, “Mrs. Norris, go keep a watchful eye on the Maxwell boy and make sure that he doesn’t sneak out of the hospital wing-”

[/b] That sentence was filled with a few more expletives, but Darcy was no longer paying attention.

‘Maxwell? Zeke? What’s he doing in the hospital wing? Perhaps Bellatrix finally got to him and attempted murder after she saw me going up to his room...’ She thought as she began trotting past Filch headed in the direction of the wing. For some reason, she wanted to make sure that he was alright. She wanted to know that he wasn’t off in the wing dying or something.

Quietly she slipped into the wing, still in her animagus form and jumped up onto one of the beds. She sat down and stared at the curtain, wondering if it was really Zeke behind it. It wasn’t until she heard Poppy’s voice that she realized that it was indeed Mr. Maxwell and based on what the Healer was saying, he sounded like he was in a lot of pain.

She jumped down from the bed and padded over to the curtain where she peeked her head under and gave a meow of interest. For a moment, she didn’t care that they would see her like this....In fact, she was almost glad that they would. Poppy had seen her in her form countless time while she had been trying to master the process and Zeke? Well she wasn’t sure that Zeke would even recognize her like this.

She poised herself in front of the bed and then jumped up, landing on Zeke’s legs and staring at him curiously. It was only then that she sat down and cocked her head slightly to the side, her large green eyes illuminating such bright curiosity that it would have been impossible to miss.

Poppy - who had seen Darcy come in - looked at her and frowned slightly, “Now now, Miss. Collins. I hardly think it’s fair that you’re sitting on our patient.”[/b][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

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Healer's Magic (Poppy or Darcy) Dec 24, 2012 7:56:22 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2012 7:56:22 GMT -8

Zeke opened his eyes as Madam Pomfrey walked in and he gave her a weak and feeble smile in greeting. She began to berate him about being out past midnight, “Yes Madam Pomfrey, I’ll remember that next time.” He replied weakly, trying not to be rude and ignore her. Zeke was in substantial pain at this point and was trying to conserve his breath, because with ever intake of air came a searing pain on his right side. It was beginning to make the “Stop Breathing” option rather appealing. “My entire right side… especially when I breathe…and my collar-“ Zeke ran out of breath and tried to take a deep breath, which cause him to cry out in pain; he was beginning to wonder if Madam Pomfrey knew how to perform the killing curse so she could just put him out of his misery.

His first thought was that Filch had sent Mrs. Norris to keep tabs on him and was considering kicking the cat off of his bed, but Madam Pomfrey’s voice stopped him when she referred to the cat as Miss Collins. Zeke paused and looked at the cat, instantly recognizing those green eyes, they were almost a better healing spell than whatever madam pomfrey had coming his way as his pain seemed to melt away. “Good Evening Darcy.” Zeke whispered softly to the cat, hoping that she had some way of responding to him. “She’s fine Madam Pomfrey, I don’t mind her.” In all actually Zeke, actually was relaxed by Darcy’s presence on him, he had been thinking about her constantly ever since their night together, but she had been seemingly avoiding him; which was heart-breaking to Zeke. But, she had come to check on him, right? That must count for something, maybe she did actually care about him after all? ”Or she’s just bored and got nothing better to do but watch you writhe in pain.” his sub-conscious chided at him, Zeke tried to tune it out, but it had made a valid point. Perhaps Darcy just wanted to see him in as much physical pain as he had caused her emotionally.

Zeke wanted to ask Darcy why she had come, but knew that it was a conversation that needed to be done in private, and not in front of Madam Pomfrey. He’d just wait until she left him for a moment, and then he’d asked her why she came.

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Healer's Magic (Poppy or Darcy) Dec 24, 2012 22:02:40 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2012 22:02:40 GMT -8

Zeke didn’t seem all that surprised that Poppy was laying into him about being out past hours, but in his current state of pain and anguish, she almost felt bad for him. There was something in his eyes that made her pity the poor boy, ”Good boy, now lie back.”

[/b] She commanded, hoping that he hadn’t been moving around too much on the way to the wing. If Filch had managed to get him here, there was no telling what other damage had been done to the bones that surrounded his collarbone. Zeke was attempting to tell her what was wrong, but it seemed impossible, seeing as every time he started the sentence he had to take long pauses in order to right himself or make the pain less substantial.

As she was examining the damage, lightly pressing on Zeke’s collarbone to find out where the break was, she saw a small movement out of the corner of her eye. She saw something jump onto the bed and immediately tensed, turning quickly to observe who it was who had joined them this evening. Poppy - who had seen Darcy come in - looked at her and frowned slightly, ”Now now, Miss. Collins. I hardly think it’s fair that you’re sitting on our patient.”[/b] She said with the tiniest of smiles. She had a soft spot for Darcy Collins, the girl who was able to transform her body into that of a cat on command. It was a reputable skill and one that had taken her years to fully master. She was happy to say that she had seen the girl through every step of the way. Darcy had also become a part-time helper in the wing when Poppy needed extra help. The girl wanted training to become a healer and having her around the Wing was the perfect opportunity to learn things that she needed to know.

”Well, if you don’t want her to leave, I suppose she can stay. But you know how I feel about visitors...”[/b] She managed to revert her attention to the boy that was on the hospital bed, momentarily ignoring Darcy as her voice trailed off into nothingness. She was doing no harm sitting on the boy’s legs and he rather seemed to be enjoying her company. In fact, for a moment, she swore that his breathing returned back to normal as if he wasn’t hurting in the slightest. Her fingers prodded the collarbone for another moment and she found the break, ”Tsk. Tisk. You’re going to need Skele-grow.”[/b] She muttered as she took a step away from Zeke and then looked at Darcy, ”Keep a watchful eye while I’m gone. I’ll only be a few minutes. The Skelegrow is in the back packed into all the Cup potions, so it might take me a bit. Behave yourself.”[/b] She wagged her finger in front of Darcy’s nose and the girl nipped at her slightly.

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Healer's Magic (Poppy or Darcy) Dec 24, 2012 22:16:58 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2012 22:16:58 GMT -8

Zeke seemed relatively happy to see her, something that she hadn’t been expecting. In all honestly, Darcy had been avoiding Zeke to the best of her ability since they had spent the night together. There was just something so...off about the conversation that she had had with him. Something so off...and yet, she couldn’t stop herself from thinking about it. She couldn't stop herself from wondering about him whenever her mind had a free moment. He was like some sort of plague that had afflicted her very brain and she wasn’t sure how she felt about it. He greeted her softly, his voice barely audible, even to her trained ears. Knowing that she couldn't respond verbally, she ducked her head and then nuzzled his knee slightly, letting him know that she understood him, even in this form.

Darcy began surveying the damage, looking to see what had happened to him and she was thankful that Poppy was there, doing the same thing. Darcy knew that it was probably a broken bone, which was exactly what the trained healer went to first. The girl nodded along with the diagnosis and then rose to full attention when Pomfrey turned to her to tell her to keep an eye on her patient.

Immediately, Darcy stood up and began walking forward, making sure to avoid the right side of Zeke’s body, but making her move up near his face. Immediately she sat down right next to his shoulder, watching him carefully. There was so much that she wished that she could explain to him, but she knew that it would be impossible while she was like this. But she also knew that as soon as she let herself morph back, she was going to feel afflicted by her OCD again. ‘Life is full of choices. You either make them or you break them.’ Her subconscious informed her.

Groaning slightly internally, Darcy jumped off of the bed and willed herself to resume her human form. Without fail, she transformed her body back into it’s normal shape right before Zeke’s eyes. Slowly she turned back around and faced him, her eyes a mixture of concern and curiosity. The same look that she had been giving him moments before in the body of the cat, ”Looks like you took quite the tumble.”

[/b] She breathed as she came a little closer, her eyes clouded with sudden anxiety for the boy. All the weird feelings that she had been having about him over the past weeks seemed to flood back into her body in one fatal swoop and she took his hand in hers for but a moment, ”It’ll be alright. Skelegrow sucks, but...well....”[/b] She was going to say that at least he had her to keep him company but she hardly knew how long Poppy was going to let her stay.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

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Healer's Magic (Poppy or Darcy) Dec 26, 2012 7:20:52 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2012 7:20:52 GMT -8

Zeke looked up at Madam Pomfrey and gave her a feeble attempt at a smile, "No, I would much prefer that she stay; and yes, I am aware of your feelings towards visitors, but…" Zeke had to pause to take a breath, he had tried to finish his statement without taking a breath but had run out of air. He took a swift intake of air and winced in pain as he felt the sharp stab of pain go down his right ride, he closed his eyes trying to ignore the pain. "But, correct me if I'm wrong, she's training to be a healer under your guidance… so she's technically not a visitor… she's more like an assistant-healer?" Zeke made an attempt to give her one of his charming, my-logic-is-infallible smiles; he wasn't exactly sure if the smile had came across properly, infact he was pretty sure it probably looked more like the smile a crazy prison would give the dementors after they sucked out their soul.

Skele-grow. Zeke felt himself shutter internally at the thought; it wouldn't be his first experience with Skele-grow, but all that that meant was that he knew what he had coming this time. Skele-grow was by far the worst experience that Zeke could possibly imagine, it was unfit for even the worst offenders that were locked up in Azkaban. Zeke had hoped that Madam Pomfrey would have been able to simply wave her wand and heal him, but obviously, he wasn't that lucky and he simply closed his eyes as he watched Pomfrey start to walk off to go find the skele-grow.

He opened his eyes as he felt Darcy… well, Cat-Darcy; nuzzle her head against his knee. The feeling was… incredible. He was more than a little disapointed when Darcy stopped, but he was mildly excited as she walked up towards his head. He reached up with his left hand and scratched behind the cats ears affectionately; he was afraid that it would be awkward for her, because it was more than a little awkward for Zeke. He had never interacted with someone that was an animagi, especially not someone his own age.

Zeke watched in awe as she transformed back into her human form right in front of his eyes, he'd never seen anyone except McGonagal do the transformation, and he could feel his respect and admiration for her abilities as a witch growing as she righted herself. He was beginning to rethink his stance of not wanting to become an animagi; he was thinking of how relaxing and fun it could be to just hang out with Darcy in their animagi forms, they could just roam the halls and chase filch and…

Zeke stopped and wondered about what he was actually thinking; this girl had avoided him for the past two weeks after spending the night with him, and had only came here tonight to watch his writhe in pain. Maybe the only reason she had transformed back to her human form was to be able to talk to him while he was in the skele-grow induced agony. Would she taunt him while he suffered? Zeke couldn't imagine Darcy Collins being able to enjoy his agony, it just didn't seem like her; but they always say it's the quiet ones that are the most twisted.

Zeke's thoughts and fears of her relishing in his agony quickly evaporated as he felt the warmth of her hand against his; he felt a genuine smile creep across his face as he he stared down at their hands, squezing her hand slightly tighter in hopes that she wouldn't pull it away. Zeke looked up at her as she talked about the skele-grow, "I'll be okay… But maybe some company would help the time pass quicker?" Zeke asked shyly, afraid of Darcy's reaction. "Please, I just really don't like being alone."

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Healer's Magic (Poppy or Darcy) Dec 29, 2012 15:05:08 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2012 15:05:08 GMT -8

Darcy eyed Zeke carefully, her thoughts a jumbled mess. There was a lot that she wished that she could tell him, but she knew all too well that she wouldn’t get very far. There was a mental block that held the night that they had spent together into place, a mental block that both prevented those feelings from getting out, but also prevented other people from getting in - namely Zeke. She did all that she could do when she attempted to hold his hand, hoping that he would somehow understand the odd thoughts that were clustering in the deepest recesses of her mind. Silently, she tightened her grip around his hand, the cool of his skin against the heat of hers. It was an odd experience for her - having never held a boy’s hand before except for Bradley - but she suddenly understood why it was such a lovable action. There was a connection there that didn’t exist before, ”I kno-”

[/b] She blanked for a moment, ”I know you’ll be alright.You seem very resilient. Skelegrow seems like nothing for the Quidditch players. I mean, you guys take a lot worse on the pitch, don’t you?”[/b] Darcy said and returned his shy glances with a shy smile of her own. For a moment, she felt as if she was completely alright with what was happening between them.

She looked over, trying to see where Madame Pomfrey had gone, but the woman seemed to still be buried in the boxes that were in the back of the next room. She wouldn’t be back for a little while with the potion, so it was the least that Darcy could do to keep Zeke company, ”Sure. I’d love to stay.”[/b] She breathed, knowing that Pomfrey would have to let her stay if Zeke asked for it. Plus, the woman always seemed to have a soft spot for Miss Collins. She always said that she saw a lot of similarities between the pair of them, something that Darcy had always been proud of.

”I’m not sure that anyone likes being alone.”[/b] Darcy breathed as she let go of Zeke’s hand. Immediately she crossed to the chair that was to the bed’s left and pulled it over to the side of the bed, offering him a gentle smile. She made sure that the chair was completely parallel with the bed - taking her about three tries and a few scoots of the chair to the left - but soon she seemed satisfied with where she was about to sit. She moved to the front of the chair and then sat down, linking her fingers in-between Zeke’s as if she had never left. There was something calming about being around him, and she hoped that she was having the same effect. She wanted him to stop thinking about the pain that he was in and focus on something that was a little less traumatizing, ”But don’t worry. I’ll be right here. We can...erm. Chat if you’d like. I’ve left my bag outside somewhere so Exploding Snap is out of the question for the time being.”[/b] She blushed and giggled slightly.

”I’m training here, but you’ve already figured that out.”[/b] Darcy said as she looked around the room, noticing the way that the rings of the curtain weren’t completely aligned. She wanted to fix them, but the feeling of Zeke’s pulse in her hand kept her rooted to the spot, something that she had rarely experienced before. Was Zeke keeping some of her compulsions at bay? ”I’ve tended to your Quidditch wounds a lot. You were unconscious most of the time though, nasty stuff.”[/b] Dars looked up at him and smiled, hoping that her tiny effort to start up conversation would be enough to peak his interest.
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Healer's Magic (Poppy or Darcy) Jan 2, 2013 13:12:04 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2013 13:12:04 GMT -8

Zeke smiled bleakly, he knew that Darcy had meant that as a compliment but the thought made him nervous, how could he tell her that he was terrified of Skelegrow? Zeke could handle most pain, but the thought of Skelegrow made him weak in his stomach; he couldn’t stand the long, dull ache that would reverberate throughout his entire body all night. But, the thought of having Darcy watch him writhe in pain all night instead of being able to lay still and take it like a man was far worse than whatever the skelegrow could do to him. “Yeah, we take quite a bit on the pitch; but it’s nothing compared to skele-grow. There’s no adrenaline to help ease the pain, the reason you think it’s like nothing to us, is that guys always try to act tough in front of the pretty girls.” Zeke smiled as best he could in the current conditions before giving her a playful wink.

Zeke’s feeble attempt at a smile turned into a genuine smile as Darcy consented to staying with him; he knew that the night would be terrible, but the fact that she was willing to stay with him through the pain and through the night was a small relief. Of course, he’d have to try to act tough like the skele-grow wasn’t that bad; even though his body was being racked with pain. “Thanks, that means a lot to me Dars.” Zeke gave her had a gentle squeeze of affection to show his appreciation.

Zeke’s face dropped as she pulled her hand away, the pain beginning to filter back through his body rapidly; he hadn’t realized how much comfort he was getting from the small intimate contact. He watched as she adjusted her chair over and over again, he smiled knowing that it was her OCD kicking in; Zeke was intrigued by her muggle disorder, and found it to be an interesting quirk of hers. He was surprised that her little display of perfectionism gave him a little relief from the mind-boggling pain that was shooting through his entire right side, although it was nothing in comparison to what her hand had offered him. He was just about to ask her for her hand back when he felt her delicate fingers intertwine themselves inside of his, it amazed him that the relief from the pain was almost instantaneous “Thank you,” he whispered softly to Darcy. “That helps more than you can possibly imagine.” Her giggled made his smile grow slightly, “Yeah, chatting would be great. I haven’t seen you since you stayed over a couple weeks ago, I thought-“ Zeke stopped himself, realizing that the pain was probably causing him to say more than he probably should.

Zeke felt his eyebrows furrow together as she mentioned healing his wounds in the past; how did he not remember any of that? How had she taken care of him before and him not have known it? It boggled his mind, he had been treated by a muggle-born and never known it, but for some reason that didn’t matter to Zeke anymore; he was enjoying the fact that Darcy had taken care of him, she had cared for Zeke in the past even though he had been so mean and nasty towards her. “I… I never knew that, Darcy. Thank You.” Zeke whispered softly in gratitude as he gently grazed his thumb delicately across her skin, caressing it softly.

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Healer's Magic (Poppy or Darcy) Jan 3, 2013 23:51:02 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2013 23:51:02 GMT -8

Darcy listened as he admitted that Skele-grow was much worse than anything that he had ever experienced. Honestly, she was rather surprised by that fact. It always seemed as if the players in the game could take anything that was thrown at them; as if they were invincible. That was one reason that Darcy Collins had always been a little jealous of them; they make getting hurt look like it was as easy as tying your shoes in the morning. She realized that he was calling her pretty and she felt her cheeks quickly pinken. There was something so endearing about the way that he spoke to her tonight and the way that he managed to find it in himself to offer her a sly wink that she wanted to giggle. Yet, she managed to restrain herself, trying not to look like an idiot in front of the cute boy, ”Seems like the impressing thing extends gender barriers.”

[/b] She breathed as she pushed some of her dark hair away from her face, ”You don’t have to act tough in front of me. Hell, I’ve seen some of the toughest guys come in here bawling their eyes out like little babies. And none of them had my hand to hold on to. Trust me.”[/b] Her eyes gleamed with happiness for just a moment before the glint was replaced with the dull undertone of seriousness. The way that he was rigidly holding his body meant that it was going to be a long night full of pain for him...

Sitting there next to his hospital wing bed, Dars was beginning to realize that she actually had missed him...as much as that night seemed like a odd fluke, there was something about Zeke that she was drawn to. Something about the cool way that he reacted around her; the way that he always had the right words to say. When he spoke it was like listening to a politician weasel their way into ending world hunger or something. She blushed slightly at the thought and tried to shake off the awe that had settled in the back of her mind. She watched the way that his expression changed as she held his hand; changed from fighting back screams of pain to relatively calm and contained. It was interesting what a simple gesture could to for one’s psyche. Silently she drummed her fingers across his knuckles, waiting for Madame Pomfrey to return with the potion so that they could begin the process. She knew that it was going to take a long time to fully mend his bones so the sooner that they started the better. At the mention of the night that they had spent together, Darcy immediately felt herself look over and raise both of her eyebrows, ”Thought what? That I was avoiding you?”[/b] That was the only explanation that she could come up with that seemed to fit the current situation, ”Not really, no. Just been a little busy. School work’s started to pile up and I can barely find enough time to focus with all the stuff going on. Not to mention-”[/b] She broke her sentence off, not wishing to finish it. She wanted to tell him about how she had been having OCD flare-ups and hadn’t been able to sleep for the past couple of days - which explained her wandering this evening - but she didn’t think that it was appropriate to discuss with him at the present moment. Especially not since he was trying not to wince in pain every time that he breathed.

”Merlin, no!”[/b] Darcy didn’t want him to think that she had been trying to guilt-trip into thanking her for all the things that she had done for him over the years and she could feel the hot blush creeping up from her neck and spreading across her face almost instantly, ”You were just out cold and...you know, it wasn’t a problem at all. Pomfrey likes the extra hands around and I get the training that I need so that I can go into the Healer-in-training program at St. Mungo’s and-”[/b] Her voice quickly trailed off as he ran his finger over her knuckles, momentarily caught off guard by the gentle show of affection. Zeke seemed so gentle in that moment, so vulnerable.

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Healer's Magic (Poppy or Darcy) Jan 5, 2013 8:38:10 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2013 8:38:10 GMT -8

Zeke gave a feeble smile as she blushed slightly, “Why Ms. Collins, if you’re telling me that you’re trying to impress me, I should let you know that you have already succeeded in doing so.” Zeke took a deep breath and tried to adjust himself so he could see her better, but as he put pressure on her right side he felt a mind-numbing pain shot through his entire body. He closed his eyes and clinched his teeth trying to refrain from letting out a scream. Zeke pressed closed his eyes a little tighter as he could feel a couple of tears start to well up, he took a couple quick breaths through his teeth before opening his eyes. A couple of tears escaped as he swallowed hard trying to ignore the pain; “You’re transformation might be one of the most impressive things I’ve ever seen a student perform.” he muttered softly, trying to play it off as if nothing had happened, even though he was practically crying from pain in front of her. Which was made all the worse as she commented about tough guys bawling their eyes out like little babies, the only comfort was that she had told him that she only offered him her hand to hold. Zeke felt a genuine smile creep across his face and for a moment all the pain he was experiencing was instantly gone, “Lucky me.” He whispered softly, as he stared up at Darcy; admiring her angelic features. Zeke couldn’t imagine a more beautiful woman in the entire world, he didn’t understand how he had known her for seven years and never once realized how beautiful and perfect she was.

Zeke felt her drum her fingers across his knuckles and he was unsure if it was due to nervous tension or if she was just growing impatient; but he assumed that she was just growing bored. It made sense, why would she want to stay her coped up with him all night again; “If you’re bored, you can leave; I’ll understand, I can imagine being stuck here with me again could be boring.” Zeke tried to give her a feeble smile, to cover up the fact that he really wanted her to stay. Like, really, really wanted. “Not really, No.” Zeke had studied speech patterns enough to understand what that truly meant; he knew that “not really” meant that she had been avoiding him, even if she had tried to reason with herself that it was because of school work, or other projects, or whatever excuse she gave herself. Zeke could feel his face drop from disappointment as he now knew that all of his fears about her avoiding him were true, “Oh, ok.” Zeke said softly, as he looked away; hoping that Darcy wouldn’t see the disappointment in his eyes.

Zeke was a little shocked by her response to him thanking her, afraid that he had upset her; but with the return of her blush he smiled once again, realizing that she wasn’t mad. As she stopped mid-sentence Zeke stopped running his thumb over her knuckles, still nervous about crossing some unseen barrier, “Uh… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to offend you. I just-“ Zeke wasn’t sure what to say, and part of him felt like he should let go of her hand, but he was terrified of letting go of her hand, because at this moment she was the only thing keeping him grounded. It was a scary thought to think that his entire life was suddenly dependent on the life of someone that he had tormented for six years. Darcy Collins had become Zeke Maxwell’s balance, and he knew that if he let go of her hand he was going to spin violently out of control.

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Healer's Magic (Poppy or Darcy) Jan 10, 2013 22:31:42 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2013 22:31:42 GMT -8

She couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows in surprise; she had never one thought that she could be considered inspiring. The transformation had been a lot of hard work and trial and error for Dars, but she had needed it. In her opinion, necessity was hardly the mother of inspiration. She was looking for an escape from the OCD nightmares that were constantly barraging her life, ”God, I think you’ve gotten me confused with someone else, honestly. I hardly think that I’m the type of person that’s labeled as impressive, Zeke.”

[/b] She reached up with her free hand and tucked some of her brown hair behind her ear, trying to keep it away from both her face and her eyes. Darcy Collins saw herself as a regular girl; perhaps even less than that, someone who more often than not found themselves in awkward situations with no idea how to handle them. No, she was far from impressive in her own mind. She saw him trying to move and she scooted her chair closer, trying to keep herself within eye-shot so he wouldn’t have to struggle, ”I wouldn’t.”[/b] She said, raising both of her eyebrows at him before giving his hand another squeeze, ”More pressure, more pain. Don’t worry, though. I’m not going anywhere.”[/b] She felt the need to reassure the boy that sat in front of her, especially with the constant looks of panic that seemed to appear randomly. She could see him tearing up but pretended not to notice, fearing that if she attempted to wipe them away, he would become embarrassed and revert to the way that he had been over the past years. She realized that he was staring at her, as if waiting for her to say something, and she bit down on her lip, trying not to laugh all of a sudden. He looked so...harmless sitting there in the bed in front of her, not like the guy who had once tried to push her down the moving staircase on the forth floor...

Although Darcy could not say that she had known Zeke for all that long, it was obvious when her offered her the chance to leave that that was not at all what he wanted. His voice seemed to be full of dread at the very possibility. Immediately she shook her head, realizing that had probably been the vibe that she had been giving off, ”I’m sorry, I just-”[/b] She stopped drumming her fingertips immediately and then took a deep breath, ”It’s not boredom. It’s lack of sleep. I get jittery.”[/b] She explained, hoping that he would take what she was saying to heart; after all, it was the truth. This was now her third night without sleep, she had become a night owl and a morning bird all at the same time. He seemed disappointed in her answer as to why they hadn’t seen each other since that night, ”It’s hard to approach the star chaser of the Slytherin quidditch team in front of all his mates, you know.”[/b] She breathed quietly as she watched his face drop in disappointment. Intimidation was a huge factor in this relationship; not only had he flat-out said that he couldn’t speak to her in public, let alone hang out, there was the underlying rules that all the students had to abide by. Purebloods sought out other purebloods. Muggleborns could befriend the half-bloods, other muggleborns, as well as some amiable purebloods. But the Slytherin Purebloods? They were completely off limits to people like Dars these days.

She wanted to laugh at the entire situation, both of them seemed more nervous than anyone that she had ever seen at Hogwarts; they were barely capable of finishing a sentence when it came to talking to one another at the moment. She sat there, staring down at their inter-locked hands, wondering what was going on inside his mind before raising her eyes to meet his, ”I’m not offended. I love what I do-”[/b] She was talking about Healing others, ”And healing you was just another day’s work. You don’t have to thank me for doing what I love most in the world.”[/b] Satisfied that she had finally managed to say something worth-while to the Slytherin in front of her made her smile grow a little larger, ”What do you want to do when you get out of school?”[/b] She asked, cocking her head slightly to the side. Dars was buying time; trying to keep his mind off the pain that was no doubt mounting. She could only hope that she was doing an alright job.
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Healer's Magic (Poppy or Darcy) Jan 14, 2013 16:37:50 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2013 16:37:50 GMT -8

Zeke looked at Darcy almost with a look of shock on his face and chuckled softly as he shook his head. He stopped instantly as pain racked through his body, with a slight groan he rolled his eyes as he looked up at Darcy; “You don’t see it, do you?” He gave her a small grin and squeezed her hand, “I guess it’s going to be my responsibility to show you just how impressive you are, Darcy Collins.” Zeke gave her a slight grin. He relaxed slightly as she squeezed his hand, “I just wanted to be able to see you better, I’m not use to being such an invalid.” It was driving him insane that he was so helpless, it almost upset him for her to be here and see him like this but he really wanted her to stay there with him, her presence was calming and he really enjoyed getting to see her again.

Zeke felt his face drop as she told him that she was tired, “If you want to go to bed, that’s fine. I don’t expect you to stay here all night with me. I’m probably not going to get any sleep tonight, Dars. Skelegrow sucks.” He whispered softly, giving her a slight smile hoping that she wouldn’t realize that it was a complete lie and that he really wanted her to stay with him all night. His face dropped even further as she talked about him being hard to approach in front of his mates and he shook his head vehemently; He was aware that he had all but told her that they couldn’t be seen in public anymore, but things were different for Zeke now. Things had…well, things had changed. Zeke had changed; he no longer cared what the other Slytherins thought about him. Bellatrix didn’t want him, she wanted Rodolphus, no matter how awful he treated her. Zeke would never be enough for her and he’d never be good for her and he understood that now. If that meant that he was rebounding with Darcy, then so be it; but Darcy helped the agony. Darcy was Zeke’s escape from the pain. “Well, as my friend, I’d consider you to be one of my mates; so you are more than welcome” Zeke gave a weak grin “Also, Don’t think I didn’t notice you walk away from me when I tried to chase you down in the hallways.” He quirked an eyebrow at right accusingly, “I’m going to start keeping my broom with me; so when I see you try to run away from me, I’ll be able to chase you down, you won’t be able to get away then; I’m pretty quick on a broom, Dars.” He gave a playful smirk as he threatened her but kept his voice steady, leaving her to decide as to whether or not he was being serious.

Zeke looked at Darcy with a confused look, he thought that everyone knew what Zeke Maxwell wanted to do when he graduated; but then it dawned on him that Darcy probably wouldn’t know about him, and that she wouldn’t be as familiar with him as all of the Slytherin pure-bloods. She wouldn’t know every detail of his life, of his parent’s life, of his entire bloodline. Darcy Collins was a blank slate for Zeke Maxwell; she was his breath of fresh air. “I want to get into politics.” He chuckled softly, and then gave out a sharp intake of air as the pain went through his body. “I know it seems silly, but I want to be the Minister of Magic; it’s childish, but hey… somebody gets to be the Minister; why not me, right?” He gave a feeble smile as he was slightly embarrassed by the entire thing. “I want to make a difference, I want to be able to help further our world.” Zeke had originally thought that meant bringing the wizarding world into the forefront and out of the shadows, and putting the muggles into the shadows; but he was now starting to wonder if that meant finding a way for them to co-exist. “It’s just a dream, I’ll probably just have some lacky job like my Father.” Zeke sighed and rolled his eyes, “Besides who would even vote for me, you know?”

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Healer's Magic (Poppy or Darcy) Jan 15, 2013 17:46:19 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2013 17:46:19 GMT -8

Poppy came up behind Darcy and gently slid the bottle of Skelegrow into her hands, not saying a word to the boy that was lying on her hospital bed. She knew that Darcy was more than capable of distributing the medicine, and Zeke seemed to be much more comfortable with Darcy than he was with herself; so she decided that it was probably best that way.

Darcy - slightly confused - shuffled the bottle in-between her fingertips before bringing it out in front of her to examine it. The dismantled skeleton that formed the base of the bottle was slightly more macabre then she originally thought; then again, she had never been forced to treat someone that she actually enjoyed talking to with the dangerous potion. She bit down on her lip, knowing that by now Zeke would have seen what she held and probably wouldn’t be in the best shape. She inhaled sharply and then stood up, unplugging the top of the curious bottle, ”You’re not an invalid.”

[/b] She breathed as she shook her head, beginning to search for the cup that they normally used for potion distribution, ”And trust me, this won’t hurt as bad as you think it will. All in your head, really.”[/b] She just wanted to keep him talking; to keep his mind off of what she was about to do to him. She frowned slightly when she realized that the cup was no where near the bed; she would have to venture onto the other side of the curtain and see what she could turn up there.

”I’ll be right back.”[/b] She said, slightly reluctant to leave him when he looked so...well, very much like an invalid. She made sure to move quickly through the curtains and began looking for another cup in the nearby cubical. She heard what he was saying from the other side of the thin white sheet and decided that it was perhaps better to have this conversation when she wasn’t sitting directly next to him and he could call all of her bluffs. At least behind the curtain she could pretend that the reason hadn’t been that she was too afraid of having a situation like that night happen again...she didn’t want to have to face the same rejection that she had felt when he denied her listening to the record player in the Great Hall. He didn’t want to be seen with her in public, despite everything that he was saying, ”I saw you chasing me; I just had a class to get to.”[/b] She had been running late for advanced charms. He said something about using his broom and she felt her face blush bright red; suddenly she was even more thankful that he couldn’t see her, ”I hardly thing that you’d pull a stunt like that in the middle of school. It would draw far too much attention.”[/b] She finally found a cup and pulled it into her had before making her way back to Zeke’s curtain and coming back inside, hoping that her blush had managed to die down.

Politics? She raised both of her eyebrows, very curious indeed. She hadn’t seen it coming; honestly she was thinking that he would go off and be an engineer or a professional quidditch player, ”I don’t think that’s childish.”[/b] She said, keeping her eyes trained on the bottle of Skelegrow that she was now effectively pouring into the glass, ”Being the minister would be a huge responsibility. Lots of time spent contemplating the state of the Wizarding World. Relations with the Muggles, you know.”[/b] She shook her head, knowing that she would never be able to do it. It would have been too much pressure for the sweet Collins girl, ”I would vote for you, you know.”[/b] Her answer was very quiet, almost inaudible except if one had been listening. Looking down at the black liquid she thought that it was about two ounces, which was the perfect amount for Zeke’s condition. She held it up to him and then raised her eyebrows, ”Now, drink up. All of it.”[/b] She was being more forceful than normal but she knew that was the only way that she would get him to drink the vile potion.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

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Healer's Magic (Poppy or Darcy) Jan 16, 2013 16:54:50 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2013 16:54:50 GMT -8

Zeke eyed the bottle of skelegrow wearily; he gulped and closed his eyes. This wouldn’t be his first bout with Skelegrow; he’d been on the same quidditch team as Bellatrix Black for the past five years… he was all too familiar with the vile potion. “Have you ever had to use the stuff, Darcy?” Zeke asked curiously, hoping that his question didn’t come out too rude or arrogant. “Actually dear, I believe it’s in my right collarbone and rib cage… You need a little more practice as a healer.” Zeke shot her a playful smiling letting her know that he was only teasing her playfully.

Zeke frowned as she disappeared behind the curtain, not happy about the fact that he was alone in the small curtain-made room. He knew that Darcy was lying about needing to get to class and assumed that Darcy was still upset about him turning down her offer to hang out in the great hall and listen to her record player. ”You’re a terrible liar, Darcy. I can’t see your face and still I know that you’re lying.” Zeke said to the shadowy figure behind the curtain. After the attention comment it dawned on him that his assumptions were right, “Do you think that I’m afraid to be seen with you because I said I couldn’t been seen in the great hall listening to your record player?” He asked bluntly before letting out a small laugh, “Because that wasn’t the reason. I’m afraid to be seen listening to a muggle record player; having an interest in muggle-novelties isn’t exactly smiled upon in the Slytherin house-hold. I even have to smoke cigarettes in secrecy because I prefer the muggle brands.” Zeke explained it to her, “I wouldn’t be embarrassed in the least to be seen with you, Darcy” He continued. For some reason, Darcy made everything better, her very presence was relaxing to Zeke; she made everything go away, all of the stress about Bellatrix seemed to be irrelevant when he was around her.

Zeke smiled as she returned, but then frowned as he saw the cup in her hand. He tried to ignore it and focus on their conversation, but the fact that she was opening the bottle and measuring out his dose was making that task more difficult than she could possibly imagine, “You won’t even stop to say hi to me in the hall, but you would trust me to run the Ministry?” Zeke asked confused, “Relations with the muggles is actually the one thing I want to change. I’m sick of the Wizarding community having to hide in the shadows, I want to bring us to the forefront and back out into public knowledge, you know?” Zeke felt a smile start tugging at his lips, he loved to talk about his political ambitions, especially when someone got him on the topic of wizard-muggle relations; “We should be allowed to use our magic at all times, no matter who is watching us. Our magical ancestry is something we should be proud of Darcy, not something we should hide; But what I’ve realized is that there are ways for muggles and wizards to co-exist, to live in co-habitation; we just need to find that balance in the outside world.”

Zeke eyed the cup carefully as she handed it to him, and then gave her a smirk as she tried to be forceful with him, he took the cup and sniff the tar-black liquid, “What do I get if I drink this?” He asked with a playful smirk on his face, he knew that he needed to drink the skelegrow, but he really didn’t want to; so he hoped that maybe the thought of receiving a reward afterwards would help him get through the night. To Zeke, drinking Skelegrow was the same as cutting yourself with your wand; it was crazy and painful, but sometimes it was necessary to get the job done.