Restless soul? ((Mackie-girl))

[kris]

Eyes snapped open suddenly. The sound had been almost non-existant, but Kris hearing had seemed to have became better lately after he was blinded. The foot steps sounding weren’t any louder but Kris heard a certain hesitation and doubt from them. Not that it surprised Kris – he had had many visitors but no one had came during the night before.
Or maybe it was some emergency that needed the help of madam Pomfrey. Kris smirked and banished the thought as soon as it came to his mind. Had it been an emergency then people would have trampled in being a general nuisance.

Kris reached out his hand picking up his wand and sunglasses from the bedside table. He blind so the sun-glasses didn’t have any other purpose than keeping people from gasping and jumping when they saw the black cover over his eyes. People jumping and making strangled noises when they saw Kris’s eyes had been bothering him and not little. He was blind – he had to deal with that, not others. So why did others seem more shocked then Kris? Oh, Kris’s nerves were slowly being turned up by being blind and he was most certainly worse than furious inside about it. It took huge amounts of self-discipline that kept Kris from snapping at others constantly. Not that being blind had made his character any more pleasurable, but he wasn’t publically attacking others. Not just yet at least.

“Since you have already came here, you might as well take a seat,” Kris said out wanting to hear some noise that would tell him exactly where the other was. A voice that would tell him who on earth was visiting him at such hour either. Due to being blind Kris didn’t have a clue what time it was nor could he look it up. But he knew it was some time in the night. Who would be so restless to come here now?

[Mackenzie Holden]

Mack couldn't sleep. She lay in her bed, her mind walking over the events that had happened. She didn't care about the others. But what she had heard about Kris...it botherd her. It tore her to pieces. Her breathing was irregular and she was fitful. Turning over in her bed, first on one side then on another. It was pointless trying to get one wink of sleep. She had been busying herself so she wouldn't have to go and see him. Which she knew was bad, was something she shouldn't do. But what would she say to him? She wanted to act like nothing happened- though that might rub off on him the wrong way.

Mack sighed, defeated, and pushed back her blankets before swinging her legs over the edge and slipping her feet into her slippers. She stood, grabbed her black cloak and threw it on over her shoulders. She didn't want to get caught being out passed curfew- but this was something she needed to do. Mack slowly crept past the other sleeping fourth year girls, and left the dormitory. The common room was just as empty...the fire had already been put out. It must've been later than she had anticipated. She inhaled, too late to turn back now though, she was already out of the portrait hole and going up the flights of stairs.

Her body had a mind of its own, as she walked toward the Hospital Wing. She was too busy wondering what they would talk about..because it was evident she was going to visit him. Then she stopped. Her feet slowly came to a stop, together, in front of the door to the wing. She bit her bottom lip...and almost turned around. But didn't. She kept walking, and she pushed open the door. Just in time to hear him say, “Since you have already came here, you might as well take a seat." Mack licked her lips and closed the door behind her before walking toward him.

"No need to sound snooty, old man..." Mack replied as she pulled up a chair and sat down. Her back was away from the back of the chair and her feet were perfectly planted in front of her, her hands in her lap. She was...nervous? She didn't know. But her breathing was still irregular, "Did I wake you? If I did, I think I deserve a cookie.." She grinned mildly. He was wearing sunglasses. Mack used to steal his sunglasses. Not anymore. The tradition was broken...she felt her heart sank...he wasn't the same old Kris anymore.

[kris]

“Snooty? Me? Please, my nose was broken. My exquisite physics will be marred for ever! Think what a lose it is to the whole mankind,” Kris sniffled tramatically to add to the effect as he tilted his head towards where the scraping of the chair legs on the floor sounded. Not the most comfortable chair as Kris knew but everyone felt compelled to sit in it for some reason. Well, except for Ariane who had had no hesitations before seating herself on the edge of Kris’s bed. As she was wearing a pair of dark-gray pants with silver edgings Kris knew that he was suffiently dressed as he threw his blanket back and propping up a pillow against the headboard of his bed sat up.

“I know that chair is uncomfortable besides you’ll wake up madam P. I swear that people who think Snape’s bat-ish have never seen her,” Kris reached out his hand to Mack and after finding the girls hand yanked her out of her chair and helped her sit onto the bed. “Sanctus,” Kris muttered while withdrawing his wand and placing the tip of it on one of the bed-posts after finding it first with his hand. He hated beings o helpless. Not being able to even know where the bed-post was without having to move his hand. Kris didn’t see the effects off his spell, but knew how they work. The Sanctuary spell was difficult – Kris had learned it at a special camp. It created a piece of haven meaning that madam Pomfrey wouldn’t be able to hear them now. With his wand emitting a soft glow – like a candle would – Kris placed his wand on the bed next to him having lighted it mainly for Mack. It held no importance what-so-ever for him. His view stayed as black as ever. Morrigan didn’t seem to like the sudden light however. She gave a protesting ‘mreow’ before jumping off the bed and wondering off somewhere.

Kris stared off into space thoughtfully as he listened to Mack’s breathing. It was irregular like she had been running but Kris doubted that. Why was she nervous? Because what had happened to him? Or had she been hurt or had something happened to her? “Cookie, fruits or chocolate,” Kris made aswopping wave with his arm pointing to the bed-sides tables and beds around that were covered with ‘get well’ wishes and all kinds of sweets. Even a few toys.
Kris turned his head sideways as he settled down against the pillow: “And once you’re settled down comfortably, tell me what’s troubling you.”

[Mackenzie Holden]

Mack giggled, "Ah, yes, well..you still have your sparkling personality..." She said before he found her hand and yanked her up out of the chair. Mack allowed herself to be pulled away and onto the bed, she was probably rather light anyway. Kris did some sort of spell, which lit the room gently. Mack lowered her head and tucked some of her red hair behind her ear. She didn't know what to say. Finally he was done, and was talking about cookies, fruit, or chocolate. Mack laughed lightly.

"Depends what kind of cookies? You know I only like chocolate chip..." She said teasingly. Truth was, Mack was starving. She hadn't eaten today. Couldn't find the nerve to. Every now and then her friends would tell her to eat something, and she would eat a roll or piece of toast..but not a whole meal. She shrugged mentally and brought her legs up onto the bed, crossing them and pulling her cloak tighter around her. Then he said something that made a chill go up Mack's spine. How could he tell? Oh well...

"No-" She closed her eyes and breathed slowly, calming herself, "Nothing is troubling me. I'm just...a lot has happened, you know? Over the summer and things that were much more recent." The 't' on 'recent' was sharp, and she surprised herself at the diction she had. Mack bit her bottom lip again before saying; "Plus I'm afriad I'll say the wrong thing at the wrong time and since you're so wise you could do something horrible to me...not that I think you will, I am just saying you have the power to. Much more power than I do." She was rambling. Quickly she shut her jaw, shut it so tight it snapped and sent a dull pain along the back of her mouth.

[kris]

“Accio cookies,” Kris muttered with a flick of his wand and a moment later a huge platter hit the side of his leg showering the blanket with cookies. Kris arched an eye-brow and waved his wand again sending the cookies back onto the plate.
“Help yourself. Even though I don’t have a clue what cookies these are. Haven’t tasted a single on. I prefer meat to be completely honest. Never been too fond of sweets besides fruits.” Kris shifted himself to be more comfortable raising one of his knees slightly while looking at the general direction of Mack. Her voice at the very least told Kris where she had seated herself.

“So, sense it’s important enough to make you restless, then I’m willing to listen. As long as you won’t continue with the pronunciation being learned in ‘My Fair Lady’. I liked the girl as she was. She had spirit, even though dressing up most certainly helped her looks,” Kris mused out loudly as he took hold of his wand and reaching forward placed it next to the cookie platter.
“My wand is here – should I do any threatening movement or threaten you in any way – feel free to use ‘Stupefy’ on me. Considering the fact that you would be using my wand you’d probably blast a hole through me, rather than stupefy me, but the effect should be pretty much the same in the long run. That knowledge should more or less keep me in line and after blasting me you have free way to get out of the bed. I’m not exactly in a condition to come after you.”

Kris tilted his head. He had good self-control and the last days had only made it that much better. He had grown mentally and physically to finally be a man, not just an overly-arrogant boy. His nerves were being slowly and painfully grated by people who came by out of curiousity – “wow, was a Slytherin really hurt? Didn’t know they were human enough!” – or out of pity. They came, sat down, shifted comfortable and left without saying more than 3 words sometimes. It was much more infuriating than if they would have simply not came. Kris wasn’t overly social so it wasn’t all of his visitors he cared for. Mackie-girl however he liked.
“So the decision is yours. Whether you tell me what has upset you or we can make small-talk. Any good young Slyths?” Kris asked calmly.

[Mackenzie Holden]

Mack picked up a cookie and bit into it, chewing it as she thought of what she was going to say. As she swallowed the goodness of the sweet, she bit her bottom lip. What could she tell him? She supposed she should tell him the truth. Of course, she should! But she didn't know how. Mack shrugged before settling on answer, "I realised I had been avoiding coming to visit you for a while. I was afraid of how I would act or how you would act. So I kept finding things to put off coming to see you. I couldn't keep doing that though, so I came here...when I couldn't sleep." Mack finished the cookie after that last sentence and then breathed in.

Mack hated small talk. She hated how it was just chit chat. And she hated how she sounded when she did chit chat. She scowled at Kris for saying they could just small talk. She didn't want to small talk. She wanted to joke around like they had...but they couldn't at the present moment. Mack closed her eyes, letting the sadness wash over and pass her. Finally she answered; "Yes. Well. A few new and decent Slytherins. Ariane...I'm sure you know her. Adalia St John. Padme Rendel. Xanthe Rothwell. Many good ones. And some I think aren't up to Slytherin standards. I'm sure they'll manage though. They have people to look up to."

Mack stretched out her legs, and picked up Kris' wand. Turning it over in her fingers. She looked at the beauty of it, then pulled out her own wand. She still needed a new one. It was the same wand she had that one day when she was with Jack and Bee. It was all scratched and scuffed up. Compared to Kris' it was a piece of rubbish. Gently, Mack set it back down and looked at Kris with cool icy eyes, "I hope it's fine I came so late...I felt bad about not visiting you and well, my feet seemed to have a mind of their own."

[kris]

Mack had been worried about coming – or not coming – to see him. Kris let the thought pass through her. He wasn’t the nicest person around most certainly – a few visitors who had pushed him the wrong had had left while supporting a hex too. So most of his visitors had been wary of coming over, feeling even more uncomfortable with Kris being blind than Kris himself.
“I see. And I’m not at you coming now. I’ve had too much sleep lately anyway. Besides you didn’t miss much by not coming earlier as there was nothing to see. Me in an irritated mood and covered with bruises and cuts. Nothing worth taking photos of or mentioning in memoirs,” Kris replied calmly. Kris might have gotten irritated if Mack would have tried to act liking nothing had happened but she had came out and admitted what was wrong. Kris liked that.

“Ariane – yup, I know. A little angel. St. John, Rothwell. Rendel? Wasn’t there a Rendel already in Slytherin? I didn’t know him, but weren’t you close to him? Besides the time you spent dreaming about me,” Kris drawled the last sentence out slowly and would have added a wink if it would have shown from behind his sun-glasses, “How are your things going with him anyway?”
Morrigan seemed to have decided that it was warmest in Kris’s bed after as Kris felt the brush of her long fur against his arm and a few moments later the small kitten settled down on Kris’s lap comfortably. Almost automatically Kris’s hand rose to pet Morrigan. His lean index finger raised the kittens nose towards where Mack was supposedly sitting: “Besides you can meet Morrigan now. She seems to have decided to adopt me and protect me while trying to teach me manners. I’m very seriously considering clipping her claws.”

[Mackenzie Holden]

Mack smirked, "Not dreaming of you? Whenever have I done that? You are the only one who fills my dreams at night. But I don't know if they would be considered dreams...maybe nightmares." She added the last part with a twist of teasing in her voice and looked at Kris. She didn't know how to answer his question. How were things going on between her and Jack? They hadn't spoken much since the train ride to school- and even then it was a bit awkward because of Padme. She still didn't know what was going on and she didn't know what to say to Kris' question. So she shrugged and responded; "Nothing's changed."

Just then the kitten jumped back on the bed, and Kris spoke of how she seemed to be protecting him. Mack found that amusing, a guide cat instead of a guide dog. Interesting, "Clipping her claws? Has she attacked anyone yet? And if so, who? I'm sure they deserved every scratch they got." Mack smirked at that, and watched Kris pet the kitten with loving fingers. Kris was always kind toward animals, Mack knew this...so it wasn't too surprising to hear that Morrigan had decided to protect Kris. Mack tucked some of her red hair behind her ear before beathing in and speaking again; "So, when will you be able to walk the doomed corridors again? Do you get to miss all the fun of first classes?"

She hoped that wasn't the wrong thing to ask. She really was interested in when he would be able to walk around again and carry on with classes. She wanted to know how the school was going to handle this, considering magic apparently couldn't cure blindness- and Kris would have to work with his new enhanced senses. She bit her bottom lip and thought about this for a moment, before turning her attention back on the older boy.

[kris]

“I didn’t think for a second that your dreams of me were nightmares. After all, what else could they be? Knowing, seeing someone as perfect and me and yet knowing that I will never be yours,” Kris gave an irritating smirk at Mack as he reached out and after a bit of shifting his own hand managed to pat Mack’s knee comfortingly, “Don’t worry, Mackie-girlie, you can always keep admiring me from afar.”
Kris smirked returning his hand to stroking Morrigan’s head slowly just as the kitten liked it. Mack was… easy to talk to. Their conversations would be bearing the mark of Kris being blind in the future as she would no longer be able to steal his sun-glasses like she had loved to do. But apparently they could still continue their regular banter up to some point.

“Nothing is the same? Why don’t I completely believe you?” Kris asked quietly with a tilt of his head. He had gotten surprisingly good in reading emotions others wanted to hide from their voices. In some ways voices held even more secrets and emotions than the other persons face. You couldn’t control your voice completely, but Kris had understood the difference only after becoming blind. “Don’t lie to me, Mack. If you don’t want to answer, then just don’t. But don’t lie to me. You know I care about you enough to break the guys limbs should he hurt you, but you have to be truthful.” Kris’s tone of voice was quiet and cold. He could accept not being answered. But he didn’t accept being lied to. “And I’m freed from classes until I feel I’m ready to attend to them again. Freed from homework as you can’t very well expect me to write essays now, can you?”

“And I don’t know what the girl did to be the victim of Morrigan’s wrath. She was a date of mine. Rather good-looking as well. Morrigan however decided to jump in her face with her claws extracted when she tried to reach over to kiss me. It was one the very few times when my date has given me an ultimatum. Either her or the cat leaves,” Kris smirked at the memory. It had been a pretty girl. But the choice had been easy. And obvious as Kris was stroking Morrigan’s back still.

[Mackenzie Holden]

She winced slightly, she needed to watch what she said around Kris. He could pick up on everything just by hearing. Mack sighed, "I'm not lying, really. Nothing's changed. We just haven't talked at all and the only time we have talked is when we were in the compartment with Padme who threw an ugly fit. It's just...not as easy going as it used to be." Mack had sincerity in her voice. She wouldn't want to hide anything from Kris- but honestly Mack didn't know what was going on between her and Jack, herself. She wasn't sure how to answer Kris' question or even sure if there was an answer to his question. It was all so confusing and she didn't want to pour her confusion onto him...but all he was doing was caring. You know I care about you enough to break the guys limbs should he hurt you, but you have to be truthful. He had said. Mack smiled at that, though she was a bit sad he couldn't see it, "I know.."She whispered.

She did know. She knew that Kris wouldn't hesitate to hurt Jack or any other boy for that matter who had decided to hurt Mack in any way. Which was partially why she felt so comfortable and safe around Kris, he felt like an older brother to her. Her guardian. Someone she had never had before. Hot tears pressed her eyes. Just the image of him sitting in that bed, unable to see...it caused her pain. She knew this would probably make him stronger, much stronger than he was before- but he was still going to miss out on a lot of things, a lot of sights...and Mack didn't know if she felt sorry for him...or if she was truly upset at his disability. Once the thought ran across her mind, Mack felt sick to herself. How could she think it was the first? There was no doubt she felt torn to pieces because he was harmed. She knew others were blaming themselves for his injuries, and she knew others were blaming themselves for that Hufflepuff girls death. But blame did nothing. It didn't do any good, no matter where it went. In the end, no one was responsible. No one can make anyone do anything. Everyone is responsible for their own actions. Someone might influence them...but no one ever made them to do anything. They agreed to it...they didn't put up a fight. It's their problem. No one else was to blame.

Mack was still intuned to what Kris was talking about, which had been about the Morrigan's victim. That was somehting Mack was good at. Thinking about something, while listening and knowing exactly what the person was talking about. She smirked at his words; "Morrigan is a smart kitten, it appears. Maybe she knew something about the girl that you did not. Besides.." Mack pet the cat as well, "You seem to have made a better choice in who you chose to be your companion." She leaned back and watched Kris with light eyes, she wondered if he could feel her gaze upon on him. She wasn't looking at his eyes...but she was just looking him over. He seemed to be getting better...the same Kris who he'd always been. She was positive once he was let loose, he would wreak havoc on some unsuspecting Hufflepuff or Gryffindork. She smirked; "So Mr. Graas, since you have no homework to do...mind helping me with mine?"

[kris]

Kris avoided sneering, making sure that his face would be completely blank. Mack sounded confusedand even though he was a bit irritated about being lied to - or at least Mack had tried to do it – Kris didn’t reply, letting silence stretch for a moment so Mack would know that this topic was over for him. At least for now.
As Mack continued speaking about Morrigan, Kris smirked lightly: „I would deserve better? Well, that’s certain. But she clooked good! Couldn’t Morrigan have waited for a bit and let her use me for whatever purposes she had in mind for a while? I would have enjoyed it up to one point. Morrigan needs to learn timing.“
Krisshifted slightly on the bed, stelling himself so he managed to avoid flinching. Even the small movement had been hard on his bruised ribcage.
„Morrigan does seem to pick people she likes randomly. She serious disliked Pyro for example. At the same time she likes that lunatic in Ravenclaw... Lovegood. Likes Snape too, but absolutely despises Sprout. I haven’t found a pattern in her likes nad dislikes yet,“ Kris replied thoughtfully as Morrigan crawled up and nestled on Kris’s stomach and started purring htere contendly under Kris’s petting fingers. Kris didn’t really mind either. Morrigan was so light that it didn’t bother him and the small warm ball on his bare stomach actually felt quite nice.

Kris arched an eye-brow. „But, miss Holden, why should I feel the desire to do your homework for you? Besides how do you expect me o be able to help?You quiz me with questions?“ Kris pondered about the possibility. He had a rather sharp mind – reason how he had mnaged to pull all her OWLs away for at least an „E“. Kris wasn’t really too dutiful in attending classes, but he had detentions with different teachers often. And at such detentions teachers often said things that were useful, small tricks that Kris remebered and that came extremely in handy in lessons and tests. He should theorethically be able to help Mackie-girl with her home-work as she was 2 years younger than him.