All Under Control [Adrian]

[Amelia Pace]

Pulling at the bandage that adorned her left hand Amelia sighed. It didn't hurt any more, at least not most of the time. But it was still bloody annoying, the amount of times she had to fob people off with her lame 'cut myself in potions' excuse. She could hardly tell them the truth. Not that they would believe her anyway, "Oh yeah, I got attacked by a vampire but he didn't bite my neck because he wanted to snack on me later and didn't want me to bleed out and die because his funky vampire healing voodoo doesn't work on me. Why you ask, oh, I'm a werewolf." that would go down well, really well.

She couldn't even tell her closest friends. She could have mentioned the latter thing to James, but that would mean having to tell him that the reason she hadn't met him was because she was being held against the wall of the pub by her attacked about ten metres from where he had been sitting. That would make him feel like it was his fault, and it really wasn't.

Nobody in the place had noticed, not until the landlord decided he needed to put some rubbish in the bins anyway.

To make matters worse it was the full moon. She was already feeling quite ratty and was lashing out at anybody who pushed it too far. She hadn't seen Connery since the incident, and being less than a week after it he was bound to notice. Considering her hands were both still bandaged from the damages, he was hardly going to look over it.

If there was anybody in the school she could tell truthfully about, it was him. But then, he was the resident vampire hunter, he'd go after the creature without a second thought. One day he was going to wind up dead and there wouldn't be anything anybody could do about it.

Making her way swiftly down the first floor corridor, the all too familiar route, she soon found herself standing in front of Connery's office. Raising her right hand she balled it into a fist and knocked gently on the door. She wouldn't usually wait for an answer, but she wasn't in the mindset to push it today, especially if he started asked her questions she didn't want to answer.

Once he asked them though, she'd had to answer them. It was an impulse, one she couldn't control.

She sighed again, time to tell the tale of Amelia Pace: Werewolf, attacked my mysterious vampire in the village. So vulnerable and idiotic she made herself mad.

[Adrian Connery]

Unlike normal, Adrian wasn’t in his office; instead he was rushing back through the corridors. It had been a difficult trip to Hogsmeade, it had been the first time he’d been back since the attack on Vivian. The stress of checking on an irritable vampire and his changeling had all but driven any thought of the full moon out of the man’s mind. It had only been about ten minutes ago that Adrian had actually remembered about Ame.

Feeling more than a little guilty, he rounded the last corner only to see Amelia knocking on his door. Of course he wasn’t there so she wouldn’t be having any luck with that. How long had she been knocking? “Hey,” he called down the hallway. Out of breath and very flustered, Adrian pushed past Amelia and gingerly opened the door, an apologetic smirk plastered firmly on his face. “Sorry I was off, on uhh... business,” he mumbled dismissively, hardly looking at the girl as he sat himself at his desk.

As usual the cage lay at the ready for Ame and a mattress for Adrian. At least he hadn’t forgotten completely, that much was obvious. Quietly the Gryffindor Head studied his hands, something he’d been doing a lot lately. All of his fingers were still swollen and slightly crooked thanks to Silas Rosier. He doubted they’d ever be the same again. It was the thoughts of his hands that made Adrian glance subconsciously at Ame’s.

“What happened to you?” Adrian nodded towards Amelia’s bandaged hand and looked up at her face, blue eyes a little wider than normal. He also recognised the style of bandaging on her hand; it was the work of one Scott Kovac. It was probably nothing, a Quidditch accident was the most probable answer she’d give. Still he had to know, this girl was like a sister to him and he had a duty to fulfil as the nosey, overprotective big brother.

[Amelia Pace]

She knocked again. It wasn't often that Connery wasn't in his office when she came to call. She'd only been stood there a minute but had knocked a few times, anxious to get in there and get the potion down her so she didn't go completely evil if she changed. She didn't fancy being in the moonlight tonight though. Luckily for her, the corridor surrounding Connery's office had no windows and therefore no moonlight. She was safe for a while.

She heard footsteps rushing up the stone corridor, she turned her head in the direction of the acute noise and waited for the assailant to make themselves known, knocking on the door again in deperation, she had been attacked once this week, she didn't to be again. Paranoid though it was to be thinking about that in the mddle of the school.

Amelia turned an smiled down the corridor at Connery as he bustled up to her, not quite teh scary attacker she was panicked it could be, "Should I be getting jealous?" she asked with a smirk as he pushed the office door open and she followed him inside. As usual, her cage was present and Connery's mattress comfort. She often wondered how many students came to him on this particular day of the month with queries or problems and he had to deal with them elsewhere so they didn't leave with more questions than they came with.

She took note of Connery's hands and laughed inwardly at the irony of the situation, "I could say the same to you," she outwardly replied, indicating his hands with a look before pulling up her potion from the desk and downing it in one. "Yeah well, I had to talk to you about that," she started with no intention of carrying on unless forced. She flipped the vial between her hands, exttra careful not to drop it with her bandaged appendages.

So far she had lied her way out of both hands. She said she'd fallen over in Hogsmeade on her way to see James and had landed in some glass, a shard of it ripping straight through the skin between her thumb and index finger and lodging itself there. She explained her right hand by saying that in order to counter the pain of pulling the glass shard out she had clench her fist so hard she'd made herself bleed, which wasn't that far from the truth.