Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2013 11:45:27 GMT -8
[/b] Well the last time had been for Bellatrix Black when she had fallen off her broom during a match last year. The girl had scared the living crap out of Darcy when she had given her the potion and she had to listen to her blood-curdling screams for over six hours during the middle of the day. Darcy gulped, hoping that wasn’t a prelude of what was to follow for Zeke. Then again, he seemed as if he was relatively more calm than Bellatrix had been. He also seemed to be able to stand the pain of the broken collar bone more easily than Bells had. She was silently praising her lucky stars that it was Maxwell and not Black that had fallen into her care this late evening, ”Well last time wasn’t so good. But I’m sure you’ll be ok.”[/b] She shrugged her shoulders as she sat down in the chair next to him again, confident that she would stay with him the entire time, despite the fact that she already felt as if she was falling asleep standing up. He needed someone around and she would be that person. As for teasing her about the source of his pain, Darcy hoped that he was ready for what was coming for him because it was about to be a very long night.
Darcy managed to roll her eyes as he asked if she had ever used the potion before. She had done it countless times; more so to people that she didn’t know personally, but countless times just the same. She bit down on her lip slightly, trying to figure out why he would ask her such a question, ”Of course I’ve done this before. Last time-”
He called her bluff, in true Slytherin form and Dars felt her face flush bright red. Immediately she started pushing her hair behind her ears and trying to get it to lie flat against her skull. She listened to what he was saying and tried to draw her own conclusions but found that she was coming up even more confused then when she started, ”So you’re afraid of being seen with the stuff that I grew up around, but not with me?”[/b] She questioned, trying to get a feel for if she was understanding his meaning, ”Isn’t hanging out with a muggle-born just an extension of muggle...novelties?”[/b] She knew that she shouldn’t be getting so upset about all of this, but she couldn’t help but feel as if Zeke was talking himself around in circles. She shook her head, trying not to play with her hair any more but failing miserably, ”You shouldn’t smoke cigs. They cause cancer.”[/b] She muttered as she looked down at the floor, trying her best to hide the blush that had most certainly crept into those pale alabaster cheeks of hers.
She felt herself being pleasantly surprised by what he was saying about the Muggles and wizards. Darcy had always wondered what it would have been like if they could live in harmony; but it seemed like such a far off dream. There were so many things that could go wrong over the years; people would fight, things would happen. With the amount of pureblood elitism that was floating around these days, there was no way that true integration would be possible. Darcy herself knew it, she assumed that Zeke knew it too, but was just trying to think wishfully. Still, she respected the fact that he was at least going to try and make an attempt to mend things between the races if he ever made it into office, ”I think that you’re a very smart man.”[/b] She said as she rolled her shoulders back slightly, still a bit sore from the transfiguration that she had performed earlier in the night. She caught him smiling and for a moment she couldn’t help but smile back. There was something so endearing about what he wanted to do to mend the relations between Muggles and wizards...unrealistic but endearing, ”When they write you into all the history books, make sure to mention that I was the one that healed your collar bone after you sustained a near deadly fall, alright?”[/b] She joked and pushed a tendril of hair away from her face.
”What do you mean what do you get?”[/b] Darcy said, raising both of her eyebrows as she pushed the potion further towards him. She couldn’t believe that he was using it as a bargaining chip. With all the pain that he was going through, he should have jumped on the opportunity to fix himself. She could tell from the slightly smug look that was on his face that he wasn’t going to give in until she gave him something, so she folded her arms across her chest, ”Alright, Maxwell. What do you want?”[/b] She asked, trying her best not to roll her eyes. As a healer, this was one of the most ridiculous things that had happened to her lately.
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