Take it as a vacation ((Dani))

[kris]

Kris was irritated. Simply irritated. Well, he was also furious, angry and in rage – he couldn’t decide between those three emotions – but he controlled himself. So he was called irritable, snappish, snobby and whatever else. Kris didn’t care as he sent an hex flying towards some 2nd year who couldn’t stop his never-ceasing whining even though it was obvious that madam P wasn’t here. Kris was glad to see that the curse hit – the wailing of the boy had given him enough of an idea where the boy was so he could aim precisely. Congratulating himself on a mission successfully managed as the boy let out a high-pitched scream and hurried out of the Hospital Wing, Kris leaned back on his pillows. The guy should have a bit of trouble with the boils, flashing hair and the bubbles streaming out of his mouth every time he’d try to say something. Perhaps he’d learn a lesson about keeping his mouth shut in future.

His fingers strummed random rhythms on the bed as Kris thought. Not that he had much of an option about how to amuse himself. Madam P was out somewhere, so Kris couldn’t argue with her. Reading or playing some board-game wasn’t a possibility either really – for obvious reasons. So what exactly could he do? Kris blinked his eyes behind the sun-glasses as he thought of it. then blinked again and again only to let out an annoyed snort as his mind still came up with absolutely nothing.
Humming a song to himself Kris let his head loll backwards. Stretching out Kris crossed his feet at his ankles and placed his hands under his head after tugging a few strands of black hair out form under his arms. His hair really was starting to grown longer than ever, but even now Kris’s face had enough masculity in it not to be mistaken to be a girl by anyone. He wasn’t the boy who had left Hogwarts after OWLs – that he had done surprisingly well. He had grown in summer. Maybe for the best, maybe not, but he had grown physically and emotionally. Perhaps he couldn’t be taken as a fully grown man yet either, but there was very little that was separating Kris from that.

The door swung open mere moments later after Kris had cursed the whiny boy. Hoping it wasn’t the crybaby again Kris clicked his tongue with appreciation. It was hard to curse someone when you were blind even if they were making constant sound. “Morrigan,” Kris ordered and a few moments later a quiet ‘mreow’ answered him as well as the clatter of claws on the floor. The kitten was so slight that if her long fluffy fur hadn’t touched Kris’s hand he wouldn’t have even noticed when the kitten jumped on the bed. She was a smart little fellow. Small enough to fit nicely on Kris’s palm, but smart. And with an attitude. But she was small – Kris didn’t want whoever had entered and not left yet to accidentally step on Morrigan.

[danika]

She knew full well of the attacks that were to happen. Well, perhaps not exactly, but there has been some communication between her and certain people who would horrify many of the students at Hogwarts, and she had been advised where not to be while traveling to Hogwarts. That was what her tasks seemed to entail these days. She was given small bits of information, never enough to put an entire picture together, but enough to have some ideas of what was happening, but more importantly, she was playing the part she knew she was meant to take.

She heard though rumors spread around Slytherin what had happened to Kris, and she was a bit surprised so see that a Slytherin had been injured. There were rumors about exactly how sever his injuries were, but as days passed and he had yet to turn up, she guessed that he had suffered more than the bumps and bruises that most had. Now, she had stayed away for quite some time. Just over two weeks, knowing that Kris would not desire the visits from others when he was suffering, or covered with dark bruises and cuts. Kris did know how to appreciate appearance like few did these days, and she knew enough to respect that of him.

It was one cool afternoon when she made her way up toward the hospital wing and after a rather unpleasant conversation with Madam P. was directed to where she could find Kris. She steadily closer to the bed, the sound of her strappy heels making the rhythmic clicking noise they always did on the stone floor. It never took much of an excuse for her to change her outfit for the occasion, but she had decided to wear something that he would enjoy, after all, he seemed to be one of the few males who appreciated her designs and fashion sense. Today she had chosen something she had designed herself. It was a knee length strapless in Slytherin green, with an overlay of black embroidery that worked its way into an off the shoulder shall. It was one of her more casual, but non the less striking pieces.

Kris's bed was in a clear view when she heard something, a meow of all things, followed by the familiar sound of Kris's voice. The hint of a smile cured the corner of her lips as she moved just a bit closer to Kris, until she was but a meter or so from his bed, the small kitten now in plain sight as well.
"I never pictured you one to have a feline."

[kris]

His fingers stroke Morrigan’s fur casually. She was small but even as small as she was thick, long and fluffy fur seemed to be most that consisted of her. She looked like a small ball of fur, but Kris had long ago learned that appearances were deceiving. Morrigan herself had been a clear example of this too never hesitating to attack and scratch and bite if she didn’t like someone.
Kris tilted his head a little hearing the greeting words. Not imagining him with a feline? Well, Kris supposed it was true. Perhaps a cat or tiger would have appeared more suitable for his character. He had always preferred dogs. Devil and Shadow were clear examples of this, but Morrigan had quite some character which called out to Kris.

“What animal did you picture me with, then?” Kris replied calmly as he moved his head towards the direction Danika’s voice had came from, “Meet Morrigan. She has rather taken to protecting me from people she doesn’t like.” Morrigan only purred innocently as Kris’s fingers were still stroking her head as she curled up on Kris’s stomach once again.
“I’m honored by the company. How has the beginning of school been for you?” Kris asked in a polite and rather easy-going tone of voice. He liked Danika – despite a rocky first meeting they had gotten along just brilliantly easily avoiding the rougher edges of the other’s character.

[danika]

She stood motionless for a moment, her gaze drifting over the feline she had made reference to upon her entrance. Kris began stroking the cat, whom had introduced as Morrigan, with what seemed to be some affection. She had long come to accept the fact that Kris never was the type to be completely understood, but the image of him and the small ball of fur did take a moment to accept, but then she never was a cat person. She had determined that they were rather useless animals. The only creature any witch or wizard needed was an owl to deliver their mail. All others were dirty, and served no purpose what so ever other than to make a mess of things.

Finally her gaze drifted back to Kris. "I pictured you with no animal. You are not one to be tied down to a sole being of any kind." Now, she and Kris had not exactly had the smoothest of relationships, but she had come to learn a few things about him, the strongest of which was the fact that Kris was far from monogamous in any aspect of his life. He had an easy way with words, and as a result, could charm almost anyone –- at talent he tended to use to his advantage. She never complained though. When she had finally deemed the person worthy of the air that they breathed, she liked to be flattered, something Kris was always very good at.

"The beginning of school has been as it always is--a test of my patience" she started, her eyes narrowing as she spoke. " These so called knowledgeable professors come in and ask me to accept these mudbloods they consider students as my equals and then start thinking they can teach me something I don't already know. They are the ones who lack real knowledge." She fell silent for a moment, her mind drifting to the summer, which had been filled with practices to steadily increase her control over her gift. She soon pulled herself out of her focus and turned her attention back toward Kris. "Are they treating you well here? They insist on treating us all as if we were naive children incapable of handling what has happened, or how you are progressing. They probably wish to cover up the entire incident." If it were up to her, should would have the fact that death eaters had infiltrated the sacred property of Hogwarts well publicized. It was about time the wizarding world began to take the ever growing power of the Dark Lord more seriously.

[kris]

Kris smirked and shifted himself slightly on the bed, not showing his slight discomfort as his bruised ribs were still a bit uncomfortable. Morrigan made a quite noise of protest as Kris thought over Danika’s words. Not picturing Kris with any animal? Yet he so often seeked out the comany of animals, prefering it to the company of people. That was most of the reason why Kris was so drawn to the Forbidden Forest. The animals there were a constant source of comfort; a magnet that he would never be freed of. He liked flying with the thestrals, running with a vixen by his side and feeding birds from his hand or watching unicorns play with their younglings. So many sights most never had the chance of seeing.
„Really? I must really show you my stables and my dogs one day then. As well as the inhabitants of the forest surrounding my manor,“ Kris replied coolly hinking back of home where his 2 favorites – Shadow and Devil, a few guard dogs; 8 horses adn a few other animals lived. And Kris had been there during the whole life of most creatures in the woods there. The animals didn’t fear him and even when most did not obey him, they didn’t shy away or attack either.

„Ah, the never-ending problem. It’s a shame the professors do not understand that your level of intelligence is above the IQs of those mudbloods. They tend to treat all of us as unknowledgeable, not understanding that we have our own sources of information. And no, I’m not satisfied iwth the Hospital Wing. It’s noisy, madam Pomfrey is a pain and for some reason she keep son talking to me as if I was 6 instead of 16,“ Kris replied calmly with a small grimace. Being talked as if he now had brain damage really irked Kris more than anything else. In 4 months he would be of legal age in the wizarding world after turning 17 and he doubted professors attitudes would change then.
„And yes, they are trying to cover up the incident. It has brought a lot of trouble to the ministry at least, as my legal guardians were furious,“ Kris mused calmly smirking at the thought. Such wounds he had received when the ministry was supposed to be on full alert. And this happening to the almost grandson of the Minister of an other country – Kris was wondering on how wobbly legs the Minister and Ministry were standing right now. It must have been a terrifying blow to Englands reputation.

„But where are my manners? Please, help yourself to whatever you desire,“ Kris said with awave of his hand. The bedside tables and even the bds on either side of him were covered with fruits, cookies, sweets and chocoaltes from all over the world as well as get well cards. A lot of from families, some from friends and whoever else. Kris didn’t exactly know as he wasn’t able to read them. Dana had commented that some were from people hoping to gain bonus points in the eyes of his legal guardians as well.

[danika]

She let a single eyebrow raised when Kris made a reference to the other animals he called his own. She could hardly imagine Kris spending an early morning in the saddle, though perhaps she could see him with a very obedient dog or two. The kitten though, still seemed very out of place. It was a tiny, innocent looking ball of fluff, and while she was well aware of the fact that appearance could be deceiving, Kris was the type to be sleek and modern. He had a contemporary edge. That was far from the image a cat portrayed.
She smiled politely at his offer for her to come to his manor for a visit and to meet the animals. While she was not necessarily interested in his animals, she knew better than to turn down the offer to visit the home of a wizard in reasonable social standing. “I think there may be some possibility of arranging a trip to your manor at some point; over one of our vacations perhaps.”

She smiled as they talked of the dreary subject of school and the teachers lack of respect for those who were socially above them. Perhaps while at Hogwarts the teachers were the ones to make the rules, but there was a whole world outside these stone walls that was far more important. To that world, the requests of a few Dumbledore-worshiping professors was of little importance. That was the world she cared to put her attention into. Hogwarts was simply a place to waste her time and keep up appearances.
As Kris spoke she kept her attention on him, and make a slight scoff when he described the healer’s actions towards him. “Obviously she has no clue who she is dealing with. She has probably grown far to use to tending to mudbloods. You have to speak to them as if they were six or else they will no understand a thing you say. The dilution of blood also seems to result in a lack of function brain cells.” She glanced over her shoulder to where she heard the woman bustling back and forth, tending to those incapable of getting out of their own way. “She should know better than to treat you that way though. There is more power connected to you than she realizes—I would not except her to be quite bright enough to see out and into the real functionings of our world.”

He made reference to his manners and she glanced over at the table near him, covered with many gifts from concerned friends and family. She smiled slightly at the gesture before glancing back down at Kris. She never was one to indulge on sweets. “Thank you for the offer, but I am quite fine. What of you though? Is there anything I can do for you other than perhaps cast a hex or two in Pomfrey’s direction?”

[kris]

Kris spread his arms in a calm gesture. He had a big enough manor... castle really, to not be bothered at all by a dozen guests or so. His human servants as well as house-elves would be able to care for them and if Kris didn’t want to socialize, he could just loose himself in his private quarters or take Winddancer for a day-long treck in the surrounding forests and mountains. „When ever you feel the desire to pop in. Even if I should be out, then I’m sure the servant will make sure you feel yourself like at home.“ Dropping the subject just as easily as it had came up, Kris smirked towards the general direction of Danika to hid his more bitter feelings.
’Power connected to him’? Sure, there had been some. Still was some as Kris still had his relatives. But he was blind? Would he ever be able to completely use his potential once agian? Not ery likely as this curse was here to stay for life.

„Something you could do for me? Well, could you kill of Gryffindors? And that annoyingly whiny Hufflepuff boy that came by earlier? And while you’re at it – I can’t really recall anyone from Hufflepuff I would miss overly dearly,“ Kris smirked arrogantly, before adding as an after-thought, „However, do try to leave Dana’s friends alive, would you? She’d probably come after me and she had the worst torturing tactics I have seen. Not counting Meredith, but Meredith was a Slytherin one day.“
Shifting himself lightly on the bed, so he oculd lean his head against the floor-board Kris bit back the startings of the headache. At least he had support after his head now ad dind’ bare his neck in a too vulnerable position. Such choice was almost sub-concsious, but it was Kris.
„Speaking on a more serious tone – I could use a few books. I can charm them so I can read in brail. And my guitar perhaps? Just accio it in the common room if you might. It would be too big of a bother to talk you past the booby-tracks on my trunk. If you don’t have the time I’ll just bug one of the professor s- te seem to be wiling to odo anything for ’poor little crippled me’ or Dana.“