First meeting

[kris]

Kris had just walked away from the Hospital Wing. He didn’t doubt that madam P would be furious at him, because she said that Kris still wasn’t healthy enough for it, but Kris didn’t care. He had wanted out of there so with the help of a walking cane that he loathed. Morrigan had decided to come along for the ride and she literally rode along as she was perched on one of Kris’s shoulders. Kris didn’t really know where he was, but he figured it was somewhere on the 2nd floor. He wasn’t completely sure how exactly he had managed to get here either but his head was most certainly pounding again from the tension.

Kris felt relieved as he seated himself on a window-sill and tilting his head listened. The sound of footsteps and voices was clearly heard so Kris figured that he was somewhere near the main stair-case. It was kind of hard to tell as he couldn’t see anything. Kris smirked bitterly at the tough as he seated herself more comfortably as Morrigan hopped onto his left shoulder. Leaning his back against the cool glass Kris pulled out his wand. It had been so long since he used it properly. His fingers touched the smooth wood almost gingerly as if fearing it might break like so many other things in his life had broken. Kris had to force his hand to be steady as he raised his wand holding it in a ready position. Would he still be able to use it properly? Oh, Kris knew that he still had the power to cast a spell in him. He would never again require the swiftness he had had with the wand before, but without his eye-sight he never could restore it. But he could try his best. Try to learn to use it for cursing.

Hearing footsteps approaching Kris closed his eyes – not that it mattered in any way to his range of seeing – and concentrated. The curse for boils came to his mind as he tried to pick the correct time for cursing and sent the curse on the way. After about casting 10 curses Kris had pretty much discovered at which moment send the curse in which direction to make it hit. It was rather satisfying as Kris’s lips curled into a sneer. Next came the clicking of heels after a bit of a break in people coming this hallways and Kris smirked raising his wand once again. “Flurrifikus,” Kris whispered the charm and felt the familiar momentary warmth in his palm as the curse flew.

[cleo]

Cleo finished her dinner after having cheerfully devoured meat, potatoes, salad and two panckes with ice-cream for dessert. She had to admit one thing – the food was always awesome in Hogwarts. And the selection was always wide. One more reason in the foot long list of all the bonuses of Hogwarts when compared to the home of her grand-parents. Cleo never called the stuffy old and rather dark manor of her grand-parents home. She never felt welcomed there, nor very well. So she spent as much time as possible outside the old house with the almost ’holy’ atmosphere in it. Cleo was much more happier in Hogwarts, even when it did mean classes again.

Emptying her pitcher of juice Cleo pushed her goblet and plate away and stood from the bench. A flick of her hand and her wildly red hair was thrown back over her shoudler as Cleo moved her leg for a moment as the tight black jeans fit snugly around her. Her lips were the same bold colour of her as her hair and blouse. Her nails were the same red colour once agian as well. Cleo liked tramatic effects. She was the first to admit and luckiyl had the looks and personality to fit such a like.
Leaving the Great Hall Cleo directed herself towards the library. She could use a book to read. Perhaps a book on Transfiguration as she sucked in that subject. Or Herbology that was fun up tot he point where it started to ruin your nail-polish. Potions was more or less alright too.
Cleo would have been prepared to walk through a ghost. Or falling through a tricky step in the stair-case. Or even walking into a cupboard or through a trap door or walk into ons omeone snogging. Even if that would have been Snape and the madam Pince. However disturbing that idea was. But she most certainly didn’t expect to be suddenly belted by small but incredibly vicious balls of ice.

Her hand was out even before Cleo completely told herself what she was doing before the curse: „Relashio!” flew towards a boy.. or man rather, who was holding his wand while sitting on the window sill with a pair of sunglasses on. Obviously he had been the culprit here as Cleo rounded on him furiously.
„What are you, blind? Can’t you see that people are walking here!“ Cleo shouted furiously at the boy while rubbing a small bruise on her arm, „Or are you that much of an ididot you can’t even see there isn’t any sun out. It’s raining so why on bloddy earht are you wearing sun-glasses? Trying to be cool and tough?“

[kris]

Kris smirked with contempt as the clicking of heels on the floor stopped abruptly. A moment later a curse was flying back at his way. ‘Talented hand’ Kris thought with a little smirk but a moment later he was already busy putting out the fire that had started on his robes. Just in time to practically feel the girl rounding on him. For the briefest moment an image of an Chinese Fireball slipped through Kris’s mind. It felt much like that dragon. Colourful and with spice. Just the way Kris liked his girls. Not that this girl would stand much of a chance anymore after cursing him.

Her words brought a lazy smirk on Kris’s face. Half-smirk, half-sneer that hid his real emotion. The words cut, because Kris himself still wasn’t used to the fact that he wouldn’t be seeing ever again. How could he bare such a news?
Raising his hand, Kris flicked the sun-glasses so they fall down to the very top of his nose so his eyes were visible. Apart from the Headmater, madam P, professor Snape as well as Dana and Mary – she was the first person Kris showed his eyes. They weren’t hurtful, sore, nor even dry. They just… were… Covered with the black liquid-like cover that didn’t let anything penetrate. It even felt like liquid to the touch yet it would never flow away from the eyes.
“Actually – I am blind,” Kris replied as he pushed the glasses back up to shield his eyes. It would be easier this way. People wouldn’t keep on gasping when seeing his eyes and Kris felt somewhat better while wearing the glasses.
“Didn’t know about the weather either, thank you very much. Are we done discussing my health now? I would very much like to point out that you’re a psycho. You get cursed and your first reaction is to get revenge? Could you repeat after me? Anger management,” Kris clicked his tongue in mocking disapproval.

[cleo]

Cleo clapped a hand over her mouth as the boy flickered his sun-glasses so that Cleo could see his eyes over it. She recognized the sign – the black cover – even before the boy smirked and confirmed that he was in fact blind. She had just cursed a blind person, who didn’t have any means to protect himself. Even though he had put out the fire already as Cleo noticed. It was that Slytherin 6th year who had gotten hurt on the Express. Wild stories about him had circled the school with no one actually seeming to know anything certain. And those who did know something never said anything. Cleo felt sudden guilt over-whelming her. She had just cursed a blind person. He didn’t even have a guide-dog and had awoken from coma if the stories were correct.

His next words made all the guilt and sorrow over her actions disappear from Cleo however. Anger management? HE was telling her about anger management? “Anger management? Could you perhaps refresh my memory – yes, that’s caused from being such an old age – WHO exactly passes time by cursing by-passers?” Cleo eyed the boy with a bit of curiousity. How exactly had he been able to curse by-passers when he was blind?