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♪♪"Gaaaahh! Careful! It hurts!!"Eros couldn't help but groan and squeled with so much pain as the fairy drag him to the infirmary.. Its a long walk from the forest and yet this speck doesn't even know how to treat a patient! Instead of his wound being healed slowly.. It's bleeding even more! Ahhh!

he's going to die!! Everything is blur and not to mention feeling hot and weak!♪♫♪

"I couldn't get her out of my head..
Your memories would always reminds me..
..How lame I am to believe in you.."

Just as Briar called her, Chloe stepped out of the supply room already carrying what she would need to take care of Eros' injury. She smiled slightly, shaking her head as she reached the bed and saw Briar collapsed next to him. She gently scooped him up and moved him to a safer location--a small bed she'd made for him on the shelf above the bed. "You can rest there, Briar. Thank you for your hard work. I'll take care of him.

Chloe looked at the blond girl who had burst into the infirmary behind Briar and Eros, and smiled. "Don't worry, he's going to be fine. You can wait here if you like, Tshila."

Tshila didn't even question how Chloe knew her name. She just lurked out of the way, pacing and fretting as she watched Chloe unwrap the injury and begin to clean and stitch it up. "Eros, just try to relax. I will be finished with this in no time at all. It isn't as serious as it looks so I assure you that you're going to be fine."

As Chloe began to work on Eros' side, he started to freak out a little and she turned to Tshila, motioning her over. Shaking her head (but glad to see he still had that much energy), Tshila made her way over, capturing one of his flailing hands. "It's okay!" she reassured him, grinning. She squeezed his hand. "Don't worry. I have totally had stitches before. Like, I was juggling with knives one time, and dropped one and it totally sliced open my leg and stuff and...um..."

She saw Chloe giving her a slightly amused look while shaking her head slightly.

Ah, yeah. That story probably wasn't helping because it was going to make him think horrible things and she also still had a pretty ugly scar from it so that wasn't going to be very comforting at all. He'd probably just freak out more and worry about having a scar and...hrm. She shrugged and leaned down to give him a quick kiss. "You'll be fine! I promise!"

After dumping his third morsel in his cozy little lair, Voldemort decided to lurk about the school for a while. He found a weird smelling room that had a dainty morsel already sleeping there. Slipping inside the infirmary, Voldemort crawled up the wall and latched himself onto the ceiling, slowly crawling upside down until he was over the sleeping boy.

Voldemort looked down at him curiously, faintly smelling blood. He leaned down slightly and gave the boy a little tickle under the chin with his tongue (mmm tastey) then dropped down beside the bed, snatched him and fled back to his little hidey hole. The boy smelled faintly like one of the others he'd taken earlier. Interesting. Perhaps they were lovers--whatever that was. Then again, maybe she was the reason he smelled of blood and in that weird place to begin with.

Well, regardless, Voldemort hoisted Eros up, paying no mind to his injury and crawled back down toward his lair with the boy.


[exits with Eros]

.:l Cyrus Hayden l:.

”If we see you smoking
We will assume you are on fire

Cyrus knew it! The students were finally showing their true colors, and they were rebelling against-- Nevermind. His brain simply jumped to conclusions as soon as he heard mention of something about the students. There was no way he was just going to wait around in his classroom because he'd just be a sitting duck. The same went for going to the teacher's dorm as well. He had to be helpful in someway though, and quite frankly he was a bit too scared of the students to direct them to the dorms.

Infirmary. That was the next best idea. He could be useful, especially since he heard that a nurse was out at the moment too. As he walked into the infirmary, he glanced at the woman ....company? in the room. "Ya need any help in here?"

And take appropriate action.”
- Douglas Adams

.:l Cyrus Hayden l:.

”If we see you smoking
We will assume you are on fire

.......... This Chloe person officially scared him now. How did she know his name!? Much less his preference for last names? Hell, was this woman a mindreader? No, he wasn't even thinking about his own name when he came in. Maybe he was subconsciously doing so? This was just too freaky.

He really should get on her good side then. No need to piss her off because who knew what she could do with all that blackmail material if she could read minds? He awkwardly coughed out, cautiously shuffling over to Chloe to help with setting up any other supplies she might have needed. "Ya got a last name with that, er, Chloe?" Wait, if she was a mindreader, she already knew then, so that meant she was doing this on purpose. "Nevermind. I got some training, and do I even want to know how you knew that stuff?" Seriously, that was too frightening for his liking. Wait! No offense!

And take appropriate action.”
- Douglas Adams

After that horrible, horrible encounter with the scary, angry student, Gad had laid low in the gardens, hiding in the flowers and curling up into a pathetic ball of self-pity and depression. But, before he could sit there for long, he heard an announcement that told him that a lock down was taking place. Gad wasn't entirely familiar with the phrase, but the sound of people hurrying out of the school and going to the dorms or vice versa was enough for him to be thrown out of his self-pity and into a full fledged panic. He would have went back into hiding – perhaps dig himself a hole to hide in – but, he knew that it wouldn't be that good, especially when everyone seemed to be going inside to hide. Whatever was sending everyone into a 'lock down' was outside.

So, in a blur, the man had run inside the school, dashed down the halls, and sped into the infirmary to duck behind a curtain. “...A-ah..” He peeked out from behind his hiding place to look at the two others in the room – ah! His friends! He smiled at them, though his relief wasn't enough to sooth any fear. “D-Doctor, C-Cyrus.. Hi. Th-there's things outside – people a-are hiding; a-are you hiding?” They can hide together! That was a nice idea; Gad hadn't had many hiding mates before.