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Post by Ivy Tunstall on Jan 28, 2005 18:00:55 GMT
Ivy was where she had fallen. She had made no attempt to move since the girl had pushed her, and her head was just short of the wall, her entire self half sitting, half lying, her legs bound uncomfortably. Ivy felt stiff from being on the floor in such an awkward position for so long. The ropes were digging into her, her hands by her side starting to get small cuts across them, despite the fact she had hardly moved. There was little point - she would just hurt herself more. They were unbelievably tight, and it was constricting her breathing. Tears rolled down Ivy's cheeks and she opened her mouth, letting out sharp gasps. Sound might have come out, but she was mute from the girl's last spell. The only sound that came out was her breathing, which was becoming more and more panicked. Ivy tried to calm down, knowing that otherwise she would hyperventilate.
She had been here for a long time, though. It was surprising how no one had been past. Admittedly, she had been up early in the morning, but she would have thought that someone would have been past by half nine at least. Ivy had lost track of time by now. At first she had counted to herself in her head, each minute. But she had given that up a long time ago, dwelling on what the girl had said. She couldn't see how it was right. She couldn't. So it musn't be right. Even though Ivy had a lot of self-doubt at the moment, she knew that the girl had not been right. No one who treated people with such cruelty could be right. Ivy started to square twos in her head. 2, 4, 16... It went on for a long time, and as the numbers became larger, it became more difficult. It was comforting. It took her mind off the spasms of pain all over her, even if she still couldn't breathe properly.
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Post by Seth on Jan 28, 2005 20:51:38 GMT
Seth layed still in his bed, finishing up another book that his father had sent him. It had been rather early, and Seth had just awoke about 15 minutes ago. Usually when he woke up, he went straight to the Great Hall for breakfast, but this time he sat on his bed finishing up his book.
As he came to the last page he sighed, and read it in a fast pace, quite excited to finally finish it. Reading the last sentence, Seth smiled and then slammed the book shut. He looked around the room and noticed that mostly everyone had been sleeping, some were tossing and turning, but he had been the only one actually awake. Sitting still for a moment, Seth heard his stomach growling loudly. "Time for breakfast." he said as he climbed out of the bed and threw on his cloak.
Leaving his bed hair the way that it was, he walked slowly out of the dormintory. Entering the common room, he noticed a few younger girls were rambling on about what boys were cute, and what not. Rolling his eyes, he walked out of the common room. Pulling his portable CD player out of his pocket. He pressed the 'on' button, and listened to a 'KISS' cd that his dad had sent him from home.
Seth drummed to the air during the song 'Detroit Rock City' and sung the song loudly to himself. He had been too distracted and his CD player had been up so loud that he had not known that you could probably hear his singing echoing through the halls. As he rounded the corner towards steps, Seth had seen a girl lying in an awkward posistion with ropes tied around her. Seth's eyes grew huge at the sight. Pulling off his headphones, he immediately shut of his player and shoved it into his pocket. Seth, sped over to the girl, wondering what had happened.
Seth, noticed that the ropes around the girl had been very tight, and probably causing cuts, and bruises. Pulling out his wand, he pointed it towards the girl, and watched as the ropes miraculously disappeared. Bending down towards the girl, he became uneasy of the girl's breathing. "How are you feeling, now that those nasty ropes are gone? What else could I do, to be of help, because I am not leaving your side until you are alright." Seth said as he examened the girl up and down.
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Post by Ivy Tunstall on Jan 29, 2005 11:03:15 GMT
Ivy was glad to see someone finally come along. She heard him coming first, through the singing, and wondered if he would actually notice her. His singing reminded her of a happier time when she had been able to be that carefree. He was an older Ravenclaw, she noticed as he approached her. Ivy flinched as he pointed his wand at her, but the ropes were soon gone. Ivy fell back against the wall, curled up in a semi-foetal position. Blood trickled from cuts on her hands and it was very sore to move anything.
Ivy looked at the boy with tears in her eyes, wincing at the slightest movement. He wasn't leaving her side until she was all right. She was glad to hear that. She managed a feeble smile, moving her arm stiffly to point towards her mouth. She still couldn't say anything, and she hoped that he would be able to pick up on what she was trying to communicate and make it possible for her to talk.
Inside her she was facing a dilemma as to whether to tell the boy what had happened or not. She didn't know the names of the girls. She had recognized one of them as being a Chaser on the Slytherin Quidditch team, and thought one of the other ones was familiar from Quidditch as well. The one who had actually done the harm was familiar as well, although Ivy did not know how. Something in her voice. Ivy had heard that somewhere before. Not in the pitiless context though. Ivy was sure of that.
Well, it must be obvious to the boy that Ivy hadn't done this to herself. She couldn't, for that thing. She hadn't tried to defend herself against the older girls. There had seemed to be very little point. They would do what they liked with her, and she could at least not give them the satisfaction of fighting back, seeing as she would not be a match for them. What the girl had done to her, for example. Ivy had never come across that spell before. But if she did tell the boy, they would probably come after her again. She knew that she would recognize them if she saw them. She was dreading the Potions lessons, which she had with Slytherin. What would happen if the girls noticed her again? Ivy probably couldn't tell the boy, in that case. She would just have to see what he did, but be careful. She didn't want to be picked on by the girls again. Ivy was confused and upset now, and she had no idea what to do. She just wanted her whole body to stop aching and bleeding like it was at the moment.
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Post by Seth on Feb 2, 2005 20:34:11 GMT
((Sorry, I've been busy, so if I don't respond for a couple of days sorry  )) Seth stared blankly at the girl, as a confused look flashed across his face. 'Why hadn't she been talking' was the number one reason. Maybe it was fright, but what if something had happened that she can't talk.' All these thoughts ran through his mind as he noticed tears had overcome the girl. Seth had never been in a situation like this before, he felt rather unsure, and kind of scared himself. He didn't want to go and get help because he did not want to leave her side. Seth looked at all of the girl's cuts from the ropes and winced. 'How could someone do this?' was the thought that ran through his mind as he noticed the girl pointing towards her mouth. He had known then for sure that the girl, was unable to talk, and had wanted to use some other type of communication. Letting the girl that he acknowledged her motion. Seth put his hand on the girl's shoulder gently as to not hurt her, but as a sign to show her that he cared. He had seen that the girl was struggling as she motined to her mouth, "Don't worry, I understand." he said as he removed his arm, and took a seat on the floor. Making himself comfortable on the floor, he smiled as a sign of comfort towards the girl. "I'm Seth Booker." he said as he scratched his head. He had known that the girl was not going to respond with her name, not yet atleast. Seth made an effort to look around the corners to see if anyone was coming their way, and to his dismay, no one was. Turning back towards the girl he spoke, "Hopefully someone comes soon, I mean someone sooner or later has to come by this way." He smiled in comfort. 'Who could do this to her?' was all that ran through his head, more than likely he assumed Slytherians but that was too cold hearted for one person. Seth wanted to ask her what happened, but he didn't want to bring up a sore subject. Pulling out his wand again, he pulled a plastic cup from his pocket, that he had just happened to be carrying around, and pointed his wand, directing to have water made. Taking the now filled cup, he brought it the girl's mouth, "Here, take a sip, this will help, not much, but I really don't know what else to do." he shrugged as he began to worry about the girl and her health. |
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Post by Ivy Tunstall on Feb 5, 2005 17:24:51 GMT
((Yeah, well, the same applies for me... I start my ICT GCSE coursework next Thursday.))
Ivy took the proferred cup gratefully, glad that the boy hadn't left her to go and try to get help. After all, they might come back again. She was shaking and shivering, and some of the water spilt from the cup onto her robes. She brought the cup to her parched lips with difficulty and sipped it. She shuddered as she swallowed, mainly because of the pain of the action. She wondered how long 'silencio' lasted for. Probably a few days, without the counter-curse. What was the counter-curse? Ivy racked her brains, although they were tired and her head hurt. She needed to be able to speak. Although not being able to was simpler than being asked to say who had done it. When if she did say they would come back, and be more thorough. She finally came up with the counter curse, and drew her wand painfully.
She traced the letters in jerky black, semi-transparent writing in the air. 'Thank you.' they read, and then underneath. 'Efficio ut soniti'. She looked at Seth with frightened eyes, and put her wand away again, feeling sick. She rolled up the sleeves of her jumper to reveal the cuts and bruises extending all the way up her arms. She stared at them for a moment before rolling them down again and puking on the floor in front of her. She stared at it for a second and then withdrew, looking at Seth apologetically, unable to pronounce the words to clean it up. How long did this have to go on for? It wasn't fair, that they had picked on her. But then life wasn't fair.
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