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Donavon Epithia Vice Captain
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 Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 6:39 pm
Donavon Epithia
Head of Hufflepuff
Herbology Professor
Donny just smiled and leaned back into the fluffed-up pillows. He felt guilty for having scared her, but there was a drop of happiness mingled in, just knowing that she'd cared enough about him to worry. Most people didn't worry all too much about an older guy on the streets, but now that he'd been through it, he truly felt sorry for teh hobos and homeless that people ignored. They had it worse than he'd ever imagined. Well, given, they weren't as wounded, but still.
"Sorry I scared you..." He said. "I tried to apparate and send a patronus, but magic just wouldn't work." He admitted. He felt a bit foolish and embarrassed, but his skin was still so bruised and sickly looking that it didn't blush. He sighed and put his arm behind his head then said; "Man. Not a fun journey, though." He gave a bit of a weak smile again. "I really don't trust cops anymore." He tried to laugh but couldn't manage it. "You still love me even though I was in jail twice?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 6:44 pm
Ayamae rolled her eyes.
"I've been in muggle jail more times than that, trust me. I'll love you no matter how many times you're in jail, because I'll know that you're probably only there to bail me out."
She winked at him and then frowned a little.
"I'm sorry that your magic isn't working for you. With Emily gone and the trailer destroyed, it must've really thrown you...sorry about Emily, by the way."
She was sorry...if only for Donny.
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Donavon Epithia Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 6:54 pm
Donavon Epithia
Head of Hufflepuff
Herbology Professor
He grinned about the comment about jail and then his very heart seemed to fail. The word hit him like an icy knife...Emily. Now that he was back at Hogwarts, everything was becoming a bit clearer. But still...he couldn't face needed to accept the harsh reality that she was....
“Emily?” He repeated in a whisper, stiffening like he was suddenly cold to the bone. He felt nervous, like he didn't want to think about it. He winced absentmindedly and his hands curled into tight fists. No. He told himself firmly. Don't you dare. Don't...don't...think about it.
“She's fine.” He said in a toneless, calm voice. “She's living with Rooster Charlie, a good pal of mine. They like each other a lot, been living together a while...” He said it like it was a memorized speech or a script. The words sounded as if they were spoken from a stranger's mouth, but Donny wished with all his heart they were his own. “She's fine...” He repeated, more to himself than anyone. He couldn't look Ayamae in the eyes. He stared down at his own trembling hands, still curled into fists in front of him. He couldn't believe she was gone. She'd been his best friend...he couldn't look at Ayamae's face, where he knew the truth was etched. He knew deep down she'd probably been to the trailer park to look for him...found out there, she knew the truth better than he did. He looked over at his Herbology book, stained with his and Emily's blood, and he looked back down at his hands that had held her where she breathed her last...no, it couldn't be. It wasn't true. No tears welled in his eyes, because he still refused to believe it. He'd stopped himself from believing it this whole past month so he could more forward, he wasn't about to move back and admit it to himself.
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 7:06 pm
Ayamae blinked at Donny. Emily, alive? But I've seen her headstone...she thought. Then she realized what was going on. He was in denial about it...he was refusing to believe that she was gone...
Ayamae knew that unless he accepted the woman's death, there would be no moving forward for him. He would be stuck in an almost squib-like magic-less state. She couldn't let him suffer like that. She took his hand and took a deep breath.
"Donny...I know it's hard for you, but Emily's dead. She's not living with this "Rooster Charlie" person, she's gone. Lillian and I saw her headstone when we visited the trailer park to look for you. Lillian left some flowers..."
She said it all calmly, yet matter-of-factly. She wasn't going to be harsh with him when he was in such a state, and she didn't want to be. She didn't want to lie to him either, and say that she had left the flowers. The one thing she didn't want to do to him was lie to him.
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Donavon Epithia Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 7:16 pm
Donavon Epithia
Head of Hufflepuff
Herbology Professor
Donny shook his head and said nothing for a few moments, his face hidden by his tangled hair...he knew it was true...but...
Without warning, tears fell from his eyes and landed on the sheets.
"It's all my fault." He whispered. "I never should've messed with...with DaddyJ..."
He buried his face in his hands and then put his head on his knees.
"He killed her...in front of me..." He whispered, his whole body trembling. He tried to pull himself together and lifted his tear-stained face up from his hands, he could only imagine how odd it was to have his eyes be completely resembling a panda as well as soaked.
"He crashed into us, and...the car tipped and I didn't have time, I couldn't do anything and this whole month I've been convincing myself she's alive so I could move on..and...and I know you didn't like her, and I never really loved her like I love you but she's always been my friend and...and Rooster broke my ribs, I couldn't even do anything when the tornado came as I watched it roll down the street...." He said it all fairly quickly, as if trying to get it over with, and when it was over he shuddered and buried his head in his knees again, gritting his teeth.
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 7:25 pm
Ayamae stood, sat on the bed next to him and wrapped her arms around him, careful not to squeeze him too tightly. She held his head to her chest and stroked his hair.
"It's not your fault, Donny. I met that b*****d, and he's a real piece of work..." she wasn't about to tell him that she had removed Daddy J's fingers in her rage at him...or that she'd carved her initial into his hand...she'd save that for later when he was feeling better. For now, she was just glad that he'd finally admitted it to himself. Now the real healing could begin.
She held him as he cried, and began to shed a few tears herself. She hated to see him in this much pain.
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Donavon Epithia Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 7:37 pm
Donavon Epithia
Head of Hufflepuff
Herbology Professor
Donny stopped shaking so badly as she held him and a few minutes later he managed to say, voice full of bitterness, "Well at least I'm not the only one who can't stand him."
He felt weak with sadness, his head was thundering and pounding. At last he sat back up so he was tear-stained to tear-stained face with Ayamae. He sighed and had no idea what to say. He juse looked at her like he couldn't stare at her enough and put her warm hand in his. While his hand was frail, a bit clammy, and feverish, her's was warm and soft. He just wanted to stay like this forever, comforted forever, because he felt like he could never get enough of her.
"I met Mrs. Alta...Drago's mom..." He said finally. "And Kyle, a gryffindor...them, and this cops daughter and a gardener and a baker's family and a convenience store manager, and then a cop Carlos." He smiled a bit. "Funny, how the people who are well-off don't help." He felt like he'd learned a lot in this past month, more than he really could've thought possible. It was all so sentimental and cheesy, but he was a bit happy that he'd at least made it, even if it meant facing Emily's death. He sighed again, not able to put into words how he was feeling. Glad she hated DaddyJ, horrified and depressed at facing Emily's death, guilty for worrying Ayamae, in pain from his head where the tree and the cop had mutilated it. It was a whirlwind of feeling, but if he had to choose one person to be here with him, he was glad it was who was sitting by his side now.
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 7:54 pm
Ayamae frowned at his comment about how the well-off people didn't help.
"Sometimes, the people who have the most are the ones who share the least. But they don't matter now. I'll share everything with you."
She leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips.
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singlikenoonecanhearyou Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 8:00 pm
Headmistress Lillian Van Nikolai
((I was given permission to intrude lol))
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((We can just say it's much later or something, since I don't want to come in and heal Donny's wounds if he'd just gotten his lungs fixed))
Lillian knocked on the hospital wing door before entering. It had been a fair amount of time after Donny's lungs had been healed, and she wanted to get the pain overwith as quickly as possible. After hearing an 'Come on in' from inside, she walked over to Donny's bed.
"Hey, hope you're feeling better at all...just figured we may as well heal up that head of yours and get you at 100 percent as soon as possible. If that's okay with you, I mean..."
She was worried about hurting him even further, knew that healing wasn't exactly as easy process.
...Help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it...
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 8:07 pm
Donavon Epithia
Head of Hufflepuff
Herbology Professor
Donny closed his eyes at the gentle feel of her warm lips on his and opened them when he heard someone knocking.
"Come on in." He said. Just as he figured, it was Lillian. He was a bit worried, he knew he needed to get better, but he really didn't feel like being in pain right now. Well, it would be sooner or later, and he doubted it could feel as badly as when he got his lung punctured back at the gates.
"No, it's fine." He said calmly, thought he couldn't keep the bit of nervousness out of his voice.
"Sooner or later and I'd rather get this over with."
He gritted his teeth and slowly unwrapped the gauze turban to reveal the mangled dented mess underneath. He was quite grateful, at this moment, that he couldn't see it.
He sat up straight, pillows propped behind him, trying to look at bit braver than he felt with Ayamae beside him.
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Donavon Epithia Vice Captain
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singlikenoonecanhearyou Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 8:18 pm
Headmistress Lillian Van Nikolai
Lillian flinched just at the sight of his head.
She looked away and got a bottle of Skele-grow, and pulled out her wand. She was sure the skele-grow would fix the dent, for the bloody mess, that just needed to be cleaned.
She walked over to the hospital wing bathroom and got two washcloths and a small bowl of hot water. One for washing, one for drying. She put one of them in the hot water and wrung it out until it was damp and laid it gently across Donny's head. She poured the skele-grow into a glass and handed it to him.
"It should help with not only your head, but any other weak bones you have, which is, well all your bones look weak." She sighed and said in a worried tone, "How did you get your head this bad in the first place?"
...Help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it...
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 8:20 pm
Ayamae bit her lip when the turban was unraveled. She'd seen his head earlier, but the more she saw it, the uglier it became. She could tell that he was scared. Who wouldn't be? She held his hand tightly.
She was there, and she wasn't leaving.
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Donavon Epithia Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 8:31 pm
Donavon Epithia
Head of Hufflepuff
Herbology Professor
Donny eyes the bottle of skele-grow nervously, having heard about the needle then splintering pain. Damn. He stiffened a little and tightened his hand in Ayamae's.
" Well the first cop punched it a lot, then a tree fell on it." He said simply. When he saw their faces, he continued. "Well, see there was a lightening storm and I couldn't exactly stay indoors and this huge tree branch as thick as a huge muscular guy fell on my head and cracked it open. I was trapped under it for a couple hours...maybe a whole day, I don't remember, I was passed out, obviously, but I rolled it off eventually and that's why my legs and shins were all mangled too, because it was crushing them. Of course, this second cop I ran into didn't help. He slammed my head into a metal table and on a wooden chair." He said, infuriated by the injustice of it all. He hadn't even done anything wrong that time. Or the first time he'd got involved with a cop. Does sleeping on a memorial park or whatever, justify getting beaten half to death? Not fair.
He took the skele-grow, stared at it for a second or two, then chugged it all in a few gulps. It gagged him on the way down, it burned his throat and his eyes watered for a moment, before he handed the glass back to her, coughing.
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 8:36 pm
Headmistress Lillian Van Nikolai
Lillian's eyes were wide and she looked awed but horrified at the end of his little story. When he drank the whole thing, she took the empty glass, thought 'Aguamenti' and it filled with water.
"If you need water, it's here." She said quickly. "It'll probably take until morning for the skele-grow to stop...but I'm really sorry, I know it has to get worse until it gets better."
She thought of the tingling needle pain escallating to what felt like huge blisters embedded in the skin. She wished she could just wave her wand once and make everything better, he already looked so broken.
...Help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it...
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singlikenoonecanhearyou Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 8:42 pm
Ayamae summoned an extra blanket from one of the cupboards and threw it over Donny and herself. She held him as he fell asleep after chugging the skelegrow, and once she saw that he was asleep, she couldn't help but nod off as well.
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