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[kris]

He was completely relaxed. Or at least he looked that way. In reality Kris’s nerves were screwed up rather tightly as he had serious problems accepting the twist of things. Sure, he knew that things wouldn’t turn out great when a Death Eater sent a curse his – or actually Dana’s – way, but he most certainly had been unprepared for this. He was blind for good without even anyone having any hunch on how to cure it. His eyes were covered with black liquidy cover. Cover that couldn’t be removed without taking his eyes out with it. And he still wouldn’t have any chance to see again without eye-balls. Kris would have rather given his hearing. Or ability to smell or even the ability to speak before loosing his eye-sight. Yet his eye-sight had been taken. His fist clenched on the bed s Kris forcefully made him stop thinking about it before he’d end up in a fit of fury again.

Kris shifted himself slightly on his bed as he reached out one hand to pick up a few grapes. The small bed-side tables on both side of his bed – plus a few extra ones – were covered with sweets, fruits, get-well cards from numerous acquaintances, friends and people who wanted to get into good grades with his legal guardians. Pathethic really, but that didn’t change the taste of the sweets. Shifting himself to half-sitting, half-laying position Kris leaned back on the pillows behind his back. His eyes were covered my black sun-glasses that were there for as much to shield his own eyes, but to spare othrs from the shock of seeing the effects of the curse on Kris’s eyes. The glasses were hiding his eyes every moment Kris was awake. He had demanded it as one of the first things when he came out of his com. Kris still had trouble believing that too – he had really been 15 days in coma. Practically dead to the rest of the world. It was only now that madam P had even allowed grudgingly that other people besides Dana and Mary could come and see him. Even Dana and Mary had been allowed only because Kris had sighed and thrown a temper tantrum threatening to refuse taking medicines and not letting his body rest so it could heal. Hadn’t taken very long for madam P to give in.

Chewing on a grape thoughtfully Kris petted Morrigan with one hand. The black kitten had curled up on his stomach and was now purring contently. This was one more of the ‘fates abandoned children’ Kris had saved. He had found the kitten near his manor with a broken leg and other injuries and had taken Morrigan in, deciding to name her after the not the nicest fairy-queen. She had proven to be very protective of Kris. A light breeze entered the Hospital Wing from an open window moving the hems of Kris’s green silk blouse. He was laying on top of his blankets, so he had pulled on a blouse too today, but hadn’t bothered to button it up. He was wearing black silk-pants too, but he was barefoot as well. His hair had grown and practically touched his shoulders. With a dark shade of growing beard on his chin and a his cheeks having fallen in a little Kris looked as dangerous as he felt. A lazy panther waiting for his chance.

Kris tilted his head lightly upon hearing the door to the Hospital Wing open. Morrigan on his bare stomach came a hiss at whoever had just entered, even though Kris’s hand stroking the small kitten, that could fit on his palm, never faltered. Not turning his head Kris listened to footsteps approaching his bed. “I would say it’s nice to see you, but that would literally be lying now, wouldn’t it?” Kris drawled out calmly with just the slightest hint of sneer in his voice and irony sounding from it. He was blind so he couldn’t see who had entered the Hospital Wing.

[Cassandra Blackfire G7]

Cass Blackfire headed toward the Hospital Wing with a small stuffed dragon and a box of Chocolate Frogs in her right hand, and a small cage with a red pygmy puff in her left. She knew that her small tokens were not going to be that appreciated, but it was all she could think of to give. Her father had given her a small stuffed dragon, a lot like the one she had in her hands, when she was a child. It always made her feel better, and at least Kris could feel the fuzziness in his hands even if he couldn't see it. She hated to admit it, but Kris had been a very integral part in her growth last year. He had shared with her his love of animals, his thoughts on her pureblood status, and even a few dance steps.

Getting to the Hospital Wing, Cass pushed open the door as silently as possible. She didn't want to disturb anyone who was convalescing here. Cass' black platform heels clicked against the stone floor as she walked towards his bed. Taking a seat, she finally spoke up. " Um, hi, Kris. How are you feeling? I brought you some chocolate frogs, and a dragon." She placed the fuzzy animal in his hands. She looked around at all the many presents, cards, and tokens of esteem that littered the tables around Kris' bed. Her little presents seemed inferior to some of the marvelous things. Cass commented timidly. " I know it is not much, but my dragon always makes me feel better."

[ariana]

Ariane smoothed down her crème shirt and long dark-green silk-skirt. The school-robes of Hogwarts were absolutely dull and didn’t do anything to enchant Ariane’s appearance. Not that with her long blond hair with the natural locks in them tumbling down to her waist, her big green eyes, inborn grace and elegance as well as clear and gentle features anything would hinder Ariane’s beauty. She had been called an angel by her parents and her parents friends and acquaintances for a reason. Ariane did wholly agree that she was an angel too.

Black, impeccably polished black shoes moved gracefully as Ariane’s hips already swayed a little. She would grow to be a heart-breaker one day as natural had most certainly blessed her appearance. Ariane’s wasn’t exactly dumb-witted either. He knew people worth knowing and shun mudbloods and people much below her level. But Kris was a friend. Ariane looked up to him, trusted him to on extent and she most certainly respected him. So that was the reason why Ariane was walking down the hallways towards the Hospital Wing.

The door swung open at a slight push and Ariane stepped in with her head held regally high as green eyes swept over the room. Kris was the only person still here since the train-accident and Ariane walked straightly towards his bed. “Ah, Kris, it’s a pleasure seeing you,” Ariane greeted with an angelic smile as she walked to his bed-edge, bowed and gave Kris’s cheek a quick kiss. He was a friend so Ariane didn’t have any hesitation while greeting him.

“And this must be Morrigan. She looks a lot better than last time. I was saddened to not see you at the Sorting. I would have liked you to see me being sorted. Slytherin naturally,” Ariane said calmly while eyeing the ball of fluff on Kris’s stomach as Ariane calmly settled down to sit on the edge of Kris’s bed and reached her hand after a peanut covered with white chocolate and coconut. Ariane didn’t even look towards chocolate – not only did it create acne, but her taste was must more sophisticated.
Cool eyes looked at the girl who had been here even before Ariane entered. She was sitting in a rather uncomfortable looking chair next to Kris’s bed. Ariane arched an shaped eye-brow at her coldly regarding her appearance. She wasn’t a Slytherin, that much she knew for sure. But since Kris had bothered to get acquintanced to her, then perhaps she wasn’t the worst either. Or maybe she was one of those numerous girls who always seemed to be hanging of his arm?
Throwing her hair back with a proud move of her head Ariane arched a shapely eye-brow at her: “And who exactly might you be?”

[kris]

Kris didn’t move his head as he was calmly staring forward even though she heard footsteps and the slight scratch of the stool-legs as someone sat down. This was a problem with being blind – no sources of information. You never knew who was approaching, even though Kris had already learned to recognize the footsteps and perfumes of Mary, Dana and Pomfrey.
The voice asked how he was and Kris calmly swallowed the grape in his mouth before replying in a cool tone. “How am I feeling? Well, let’s think about that for a moment, shall we, Cassandra? I woke up from 15 days lasting coma, I have a concussion, bruised rips and my nose, arm and numerous glass-cuts were just healed yesterday. How do you think I should be feeling?” Kris replied his voice deadly serious which only served to make his words even more cutting. But the words had irritated him. Why did everyone ask how he was feeling? Wouldn’t it be plainly obviously how he might be feeling when he didn’t even argue about being condemned to laying in bed?

Kris raised on of his hands from the bed twirling the dragon in his hand. It was fuzzy. Why did everyone bring him fluffy things? Did Kris really seemed ready to go and prance around with fluffy things while singing some cheesy song? “Thank you,” Kris replied coolly as he reached over and placed the stuffed toy next to his bed on a free corner on a bed-side table.
Just hten the door opened once again with the footsteps now being much more confident than Cassandras had been. “Ariane,” Kris raised his arms holding Ariane’s moments for a moments as she kissed his cheek. Shifting himself slightly on the be Kris didn’t show any emotion even though his muscles contradicted painfully at the small movement.
“This is Morrigan. She’s became rather protective of me. And no other house would suit you, angel of mine,” Kris replied to her words after an eye-brow arched from behind the sun-glasses hiding his eyes, “What? And no scathing comments about how I look?”

Kris smirked upon hearing Ariane’s comment to Cassandra. It would have been polite to introduce the girls, but Kris didn’t really care. It would be amusing to let them try to settle this themselves so Kris just smirked and stayed quiet with his right arm giving Ariane a half-hug while he was still petting Morrigan with his left hand.

[Cassandra Blackfire G7]

Cass was taken aback by Kris' words. " Well, I would think pretty bad Kris, but I...well...you know...." Cass' words faltered. Why did he have to be so damn irritating? " I would assume it would be pretty frustrating lying in bed with nothing really to do. I was in the hospital once for a really bad case of the chicken pox, and I thought I was going to nuts with nothing but the TV and nurses for company." Their conversation was soon interrupted by the appearance of a young Slytherin, and she was pretty sure that this was the girl who had been with Kris that day in Diagon Alley. After a greeting from Kris, the girl rudely demanded to know who she was.

Cass smirked a little, and could tell why this girl was in Slytherin. She was just as rude as the first time she had met her. " Cassandra. Cassandra Blackfire, and I believe that you are Ariane?" Cass looked the girl up and down." " I believe we have met actually, and I do remember you from the sorting." Unhooking her cloak, she placed it over her legs to take away some of the chill. The Gryffindor emblem on the front was made prevalent intentionally.

Turing back towards Kris, Cass smiled at him. She knew he couldn't see it, but hopefully he could here it in her voice. " I don't think this is the appropriate time to make jokes about your appearance, Kris. Besides, I think I've seen you looking worse." Leaning over the side of her chair, she pulled a cloak out of her bag. It was made out of a very heave velvet material, and the trim featured two snakes. The heads pointed towards each other and the bodies seemed to slither across the entire hem. " Um, I made this for you this summer. I thought you might like it during the winter. I got a bit of inspiration this summer hanging out with my cousin, and couldn't think of anyone else to make it for." She knew he would never wear it, but it was made by hand. She had spent several days working on it, and she at least hoped he would appreciate the thought.

[ariana]

Ariane looked coldly at the girl. She hadn’t even blinked when the Gryffindor badge was displayed. She didn’t like the badge. Red and gold – how much more grotesque could you go? Both colours screamed for attention. Both would need a pastel colour to bring it’s own quiet enchantment out properly, unlike the eye-hurting clash it was displaying now. Ariane’s look turned even colder when she looked at the girl with slowly arching eye-brows. She had seen Kris in a worse state? Hardly believable. And didn’t she have any understanding that the question had been directed to Ariane?
“I hardly understand how you could be comparing ‘chicken pox’ which cure is no problem what so ever in the wizarding world to being blinded and put into coma,” Ariane said with exaggerated slowness as if Cassandra was mentally handicapped and wouldn’t understand her point some other way.

“Really, Kris, you should learn who you associate with. Even though I do understand how… some… people can be entertaining to one point. Then again you would show your wounds to house-elves as well,” Ariane said with sweet innocence looking at Kris and giving him a quick once over, “And by considering the lousy state in which you appear to be – I’m not sure you would be good enough to handle the ‘scathing’ comments. You really do look absolutely horrifying.”

Ariane glanced at the cloak the girl was holding up. Naturally she had heard of the Blackfires and the drama with them. But her parents disliked the family and didn’t socialize with them. They were important enough to allow themselves to be this way. The Blackfires didn’t reach their class, especially not in the light of the most recent events. But seriously – didn’t the girl think Kris could buy himself a cloak? He was at least as rich as Ariane’s parents and that already meant something. Cold eyes looked at the cloak while a sneer rose to Ariane’s face. “I think you could have spent the time learning something more useful for yourself,” Ariane stated with an icy tone, mentally adding that someone should teach the girl how to talk and behave at least enough, so she wouldn’t’ be an embarrassment while sitting quietly at some corner.

[Cassandra Blackfire G7]

Cass raised her eyebrow at the girl. Hell, if she wanted this type of abuse she would of gone and visited Mary. " Well, it was just a thought. I've been sewing for several years now. I've gotten pretty good at it over the years." She ignored the girl's scathing remarks. She was better than that, and letting her temper take over was not going to solve this dilemma. No, it was going to be better to keep her tongue, save it for more worthwhile opponents.

Neverless, Cass was getting irritated at the way this girl was acting. Making a decision, Cass stood and smoothed out her skirt. " Well, I've actually go to go, Kris. I've got to work on some Transfiguration homework. I don't want to disappoint McGonogall during my animagi lessons. See you, and if you need anything let me know. Oh, and it was nice meeting you again, Ariane. I hope you have a good term." Walking to the door of infirmary, she let out herself out. As she walked down the hall, she hoped that she would never see that brat of a girl again.

[luna]

Luna hopped down the hallway with the sling running over her hsoulder gently cradling her bruised arm. She had been told she would have to wear the sling for a bit. But Luna didn’t mind. Snafflehorned Snarglemangs were living in the sling! And the sling looked so pretty now with carrots, ladybirds, flowers, fish and a lot of other things drawn onto it. Luna had drawn everything herself. She had wanted to make the Snafflehorned Snarglemangs feel like home. Exited squeks coming from inside the sling prooved that Luna had succeeded too.

Pushing the door open to the Hospital Wing Luna hopped in happily. She hadn’t met the Slytherin boy who had been blinded before. But she could try and cheer him up. He wouldn’t see glitter that made everything look better. Perhaps listening to Snafflehorned Snarglemangs would make everything better.
Smiling to the small Slytherin first year girl sitting by his side, Luna pushed off her shoes and perched herself on the edge of the bed. Croushing there like a big exotical bird Luna stared at Kris Graas with unblinking eyes.
„If cheese and salad dressing have a child, what will that child be?“Luna asked curiously staring pensively at the boy and waiting for an answer.

[kris]

Kris smirked as he listened to Ariane’s and Cassandra’s conversation quietly giving Ariane a rather high mark. She never said anything that wasn’t provoke form her –she didn’t think out insults or used the over-played ones. She would become a good Slytherin. With a year or two practice. “Thank you I suppose,” Kris told Cassandra with an coolly arched eyebrow as she said she had made him a cloak. Did she really think Kris wasn’t able to buy one? A sneer firmly in it’s place Kris knew that he would never wear it. Perhaps it was made with good wishes, but the presenting was absolutely tactless.

Cassandra left the room and Kris let out a low whistle before turning to Ariane. “I’ll give you a 7 out of 10. Not bad for now, you were original and cool. But you do need lessons in being more smooth and subtle. Not bad for one of the first times however. You’ll fit right in with the power-plays of Hogwarts. “
Before Kris could question any more about Ariane’s opinions of Hogwarts the Hospital Wing door swung open once again. Kris had to move his legs as someone sat onto the bed-edge. Or did she even sit? As Lovegood’s voice started speaking Kris’s eye-brows arched in surprise. What was she doing here? They weren’t friends. They hadn’t even talked. Well, Kris didn’t pick on her, as he often found Lovegood amusing. Her question made Kris smirk with amusement however. Cheese and salad dressing…
“Curd. Cheese and salad dressing make curd. What did you want, Lovegood?” Kris replied coolly.