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Post by Scotty Kovac on Nov 2, 2009 9:43:16 GMT 1
Okay now most of the walk back to school had been pleasant enough but the part where he ran into Headmistress McGonagall was one Scotty would rather forget. For ages he had tried to explain why he was out of the castle after curfew but the woman had just refused to listen; that was until he mentioned Vivian. After dropping her name the boy had received a prompt nod of understanding and almost sympathy before being ushered on his way.
After that run in Scotty then had to find his potions stuff after they had been strewn out across the dormitory by a few of the other seventh year boys. Haha, funny joke but it had again taken up time he could have been spending with Vivian instead of fishing text books out of the first years’ dormitory. Soon enough, after being pointed at and laughed at by his mates, Scotty had all his potions things safely sitting in his cauldron under his arm as he trudged back to the Hog’s Head.
The night was crisp and clear, with barely a hint of cloud blemishing the starry sky. Perfect night for a stroll but the truth be told Scotty would have much rather been inside doing potions homework if it meant he could spend more time with his girlfriend. Speaking of which; was that running towards him looking rather panicked? The boy’s stomach lurched and his heart raced, what had happened?
At once his internal question was answered and, like a shot, he was off with wand in hand. ”Vivian, I’ll need your help,” he called back over his shoulder as he raced to the pub. Scotty did not even look like he was going to flinch at the sight that greeted him as he burst through the main door. There was concern but Scotty knew he had to distance himself from Ed if he were to do the job and do it well. ”Viv, I need you to hold him, this is gonna sting a bit when I start,” swiftly the boy tore off the man’s blood soaked shirt and set about wiping the blood away to see the wounds better.
Some of the salt-round inflicted holes were rather deep which meant healing had to happen sooner rather than later. Scotty cleared his throat, readied his wand and focused all his energy on the forthcoming spell. ”Vulnera Sanatur, Vulnera Sanatur, Vulnera Sanatur,” he incanted in an almost sing-song voice. Before the eyes of Ed the holes on his chest started to close, the only sign of some being pale pink dots of new skin. ”There that should do but I don’t recommend moving just yet, the healing alone must be causing you a lot of pain,” Scotty said, satisfied his healing skills had done their job.
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Nov 6, 2009 15:33:42 GMT 1
[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Vivian/H2/Viv12.png,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Vivian/Viv1_02.png][atrb=style,padding:0px 50px;background-position:top;background-repeat:no-repeat;] Vivian was almost right behind Scotty as they tore down towards the pub. However even his frantic pace felt impossibly slow. Goddamnit if she thought she could get away with picking Scotty up and taking him with her she might have tried that too. Although, finally, they reached the heart of the village and Scotty burst through the open door to find Ed in the same place as where she’d left him.
“I found him!” Vivian cried out, a little unnecessarily. Ed could probably see that just fine.
Wait, help? What help?! Vivian didn’t know how to do anything! She wasn’t a medical type person! The best she could do was apply bandaids! She put Scotty’s stuff down on one of the tables with a half horrified look on her face. What on earth was she supposed to do to he–
“Viv, I need you to hold him, this is gonna sting a bit when I start.”
... Oh. Okay, that she could do.
Vivian quickly ran around to the other side of Ed, wondering where the heck she’d be able to hold him down without causing him any further injury. She lost track of her new strength at the best of times – broken door hinges, pencils, denting tables and so forth – so how was she meant to restrain herself when she was this nervous? God, how could Scotty be so calm? She could feel her hands shaking!
By the time she finally grabbed onto Edward’s shoulders (hoping she wasn’t popping his socket joints out in the process) Scotty was already starting the spell. For a second she thought he was chanting before she realised he was just repeating the same incantation over and over. She didn’t even know that spells could be performed that way.
Ed, it seemed, had survived whatever Scotty was doing without any major side effects. “Are you alright?” she asked almost frightenedly, letting go of Ed’s shoulders. Before he could even answer she was looking back up at Scotty and repeating “Vill he be alright?!”
But the question still remained: HOW had Edward gone and gotten injured? Did he shoot himself? He couldn’t have. Edward was too good with the gun to shoot himself. He had shown her near the forest with some cans a few weeks back when she started asking about the gun. But then... all the evidence pointed to... Oh Edward. How could he be so careless? “Ed, vhat vould Cassie do if you killed yourself?” she whined, her voice a bizarre mix of fear, grousing and exasperation.
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Edward Johns
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Post by Edward Johns on Nov 30, 2009 13:43:42 GMT 1
Through the searing pain that anyone who had been shot with salt at close range would feel Ed felt firm hands clasp his shoulders. He hadn’t been paying all that much attention to Scotty and what he’d been saying thanks to his pain increasing as the effects of adrenaline faded. Now he was very much aware of what the boy was doing as normally when someone in his situation was held down it meant that even more pain was coming their way.
The man heard the chanting and instantly his whole body felt like it was on fire. He squirmed and gritted his teeth against it but not even that helped. With wide eyes Edward watched as the spell Scotty had performed took effect. He watched his skin knitted together and breathed a shuddering sigh of relief when it stopped. There was only scar tissue, dried blood and salt crystals left to tell of what had happened only moments ago. After all that he was definitely listening to Scotty now apart from the bit where the boy told the man not to move for awhile.
As soon as the spell was done Ed was trying to get himself up off the floor and out of the small puddly of blood his wounds had created. He deliberately ignored the fresh bruises forming under the healed wounds and tried not to show to Scotty and Vivian that it felt like he’d been hit by a truck carrying lead, or an elephant, or something. ”I’ll live,” the man waved off Viv’s question gruffly, being careful not to move too quickly. ”I didn’t exactly mean to do this, Hell I don’t even know how it happened. And don’t tell Cassie, she’s got enough to worry about without adding me having a small accident to that list. Where is she anyway?”
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Dec 1, 2009 16:53:13 GMT 1
[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Vivian/H2/Viv12.png,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Vivian/Viv1_02.png][atrb=style,padding:0px 50px;background-position:top;background-repeat:no-repeat;] “I... I don’t know,” Vivian replied shakily, highly suspicious of Ed’s attempt to change the subject. Why was he acting like he was completely fine? Not that she doubted Scotty’s healing abilities or anything, but he was only a seventeen year old wizard and he’d said himself that Ed should be in a lot of pain. Argh, she always got told off for worrying but it was hard not to when Ed started pulling stunts like this!
“Fine, I von’t tell her, but it vosn’t a small accident,” she argued, watching Ed nervously as though he was about to collapse any second. She glanced at Scotty, a bit of all call for help visible in her look. She couldn’t force Ed to take it easy and she knew it. A feeling of overwhelming gratitude to the boy was quickly rising. He’d just saved Ed’s life! ... Maybe. If she still wasn’t so shocked she could about jump into his arms right now. Why did he have to be so amazing?
The gun was still lying on the floor. Vivan didn’t have a clue about what you were supposed to do with guns after they were fired, but one thing was for sure: that thing was NOT staying on the floor. Before Ed could protest she stooped to pick it up along with the two spent shells beside it. Carrying it almost like it was about to blow up in her hands at any minute, she made her way behind the bar to put the thing in its usual location.
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Post by Scotty Kovac on Dec 20, 2009 6:40:11 GMT 1
There, like he’d known he would, the job had been done and done well. Scotty gave a satisfied nod at the barkeeper’s healed chest before dusting off the salt that had exited the wounds. With a quick flick of his wand the boy summoned a cloth from the bar and some water out of thin air. A quick run over of Ed’s chest got rid of the blood both dry and fresh while Scourgify got rid of that which was on the floor. ”Sorry, not very good at cleaning spells so there’s going to be a stain,” he shrugged apologetically, earning himself a glare from the man.
Still with a glare on his face, a glare that soon turned to a grimace, Ed went to pick himself up. Scotty offered no sounds of protest, but instead offered the man his help. ”You need to rest, those bruises are pretty nasty and would be painful,” it didn’t take long before Ed had limped up the stairs and was guided safely onto his meagre couch. Finally Scotty was happy his patient was comfortable and he was able to return to Vivian.
Reaching the bottom of the stairs the boy grinned at his girlfriend. ”Jeez is it always this exciting around here when I’m not around?” He walked over to the girl and gave her a tight hug and quick kiss. Out of the corner of his eye Scotty’s discarded potions things caught his attention. ”So I think this has gotten me out of potions for one night,” the boy said hopefully, seriously after all that excitement how could anyone be in the mood for homework?
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Dec 20, 2009 15:54:35 GMT 1
[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Vivian/H2/Viv12.png,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Vivian/Viv1_02.png][atrb=style,padding:0px 50px;background-position:top;background-repeat:no-repeat;] While Scotty went to attend to Edward, Vivian stored the gun properly behind the bar as best she could. She could vaguely remember something about needing to clean the inside of the barrel after firing a salt-loaded shell to prevent rust, but she didn’t have a clue where to start dismantling the weapon and nor did she trust herself not to shoot a hole in the wall by accident. Did shotguns even have safety switches, or was that just handguns? It didn’t matter; Edward could do it in the morning. The gun would be fine until then.
It was a terse wait until Scotty finally came back down the stairs again. At the sight of him Vivian relaxed, feeling the usual sense of comfort that came with him being nearby. That meant Edward was going to be okay, thank God. Scotty crossed over and Vivian happily accepted the hug, in no particular hurry to let go. He was warm, and she needed the comfort so she nuzzled into his neck under his ear. Everything would be okay after all. If only she wasn’t so cold.
“So I think this has gotten me out of potions for one night,” Scotty asked, and Vivian smiled at the unmistakable note of hope in his voice.
“If you vant,” she conceded, pulling back a bit to look at him in the eye, her hands still held around his waist. If he was in no mood to do work she wasn’t going to force it, especially after what had just happened. In all honesty she could probably do with the distraction – when she wasn’t doing anything all she had left was thinking and that never worked out well. “Ve can try again tomorrow.” He wasn’t getting off that easy.
What time was it? It wasn’t nearly late enough for Scotty to go again. She didn’t want him to leave now anyway, he needed to be here for her sake. Vivian got up on her toes to quickly launch a surprise kiss on the nose before grabbing him by the hand and leading him up the stairs. Maybe there was some time to kill in her room for a while.
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