Amelia Pace
Werewolf (A)
Gryffindor 7th Year
The Pup Slut.
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Post by Amelia Pace on Dec 26, 2009 19:18:45 GMT 1
After a day out in the cold weather, it was a welcome comfort to be sat in the Great Hall feasting on the chicken the house-elves had prepared. That with a large selection of vegetables, and a pot of gravy, Amelia really was full. She’d been getting better at hi-jacking morsels of food after meals, and having not been down to the stadium during the morning with breakfast, she would have to go down and give Connor something to eat. Having learnt that he, usually, was vegetarian the rest of the month, she had to hunt down that option from the table, which consisted of some pasta and random vegetables, but hey, it was more than he was used to.
She made her excuses and headed down towards the changing rooms. The Hufflepuffs were practising, so she made up some rubbish about spying and tactics. The thing was, they didn’t think that sort of behaviour was above her. Normally she wouldn’t like the association, but it gave her an excuse. Dressed in her own clothing, wrapped in her school cloak she ran down the mounted walk way towards the Quidditch Pitch. It was already getting dark, she wouldn’t have long before curfew, but she was only dropping off a bundle of food. Connor might not even be there, but she could leave it just in case.
She made a point of sticking her nose in to the Hufflepuff practise, but didn’t see anything that she hadn’t seen them do before. Carrying on her way she slowed as she reached the door to the Gryffindor changing room. She paused before she opened the door. She may have been known for refusing to use her nose unless necessary but this, this was overwhelming. The stench of blood was so powerful a human could have smelt it. She saw a stain on the door handle. Her brow knitted, wiping a finger over it, and sniffing it. Definitely blood. But it wasn’t human. It was-
Connor.
That or another male werewolf who happened to be lodging in the changing rooms.
She pushed her way through the door, hurried she looked around, ”Connor?” she called out, the wreak making her feel somewhat ill. She looked, seeing his battered trainer peeping out from behind the lockers. She dashed to the other side of the room, not completely prepared for the sight she was to see, ”Oh my god,” she exclaimed, kneeling down next to him, throwing her bag down on the floor to his other side, ”What the hell happened to you?” she asked, frantically trying to access what was wrong.
The first thing she noted was his hand clutching at his neck, blood covering the digit. She dry swallowed, ”Oh god, no,” she mumbled, standing and launching herself towards one of the end lockers knowing that she herself had thrown in a first aid kit in case of minor injuries during practise, ”Fuck it,” she grumbled, practically throwing the kit to the floor next to him, whipping it open and grabbing the first piece of gauze she came to. She removed his hand from his neck, seeing that the wound was already drying up slightly, but still in need of medical attention, most like surpassing what Amelia could offer.
”Okay,” she stuttered, holding the gauze down on the side of his neck, ”You’re gunna be okay,” she took time to look at his other injuries. There was blood running from his nose, a cut on his lip. She couldn’t see much else but that didn’t mean it was there, ”Who did this to you?” she asked, brushing a limp hair out of his face and gripping onto his unbruised cheek.
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Post by Connor Pine on Dec 30, 2009 4:40:24 GMT 1
Connor wasn’t entirely sure how he got back to the changing room, his memories of stumbling back through the forest were hazy at best and predominantly filled with the constant throbbing pain of his various injuries. The vampire had told him not to move and, from the first moment he’d struggled to stand to the very last moment he’d staggered into the changing room and collapsed against the lockers, Connor agreed whole heartedly with that statement. But he needed to feel safe and he had nowhere else to go.
It felt like a long wait for Amelia to arrive and had it been a typical evening he’d have been pacing the confined room waiting for the few scraps of food she might have brought him from dinner. He hadn’t eaten that well in a long time. Food was the last thing on his mind at that moment as he could see darkness creeping into the corners of his vision and he might quite easily have slipped into unconsciousness had his head drooping not sent excruciating pain shooting through his neck where his right hand was clamped tightly over the blood-soaked and tattered skin of his neck.
He woke from the dazed trance that he’d fallen into when Amelia entered the changing room, her voice alerting him to her presence and making him start. He should have smelt her coming, but the cloying smell of his own blood filled the air making it impossible for him to focus on any other scents. ”’melia?” Connor slurred at her. How had she crossed the room so fast? She was at his side already. It was hard to process what she was saying to him, he felt sluggish and each little movement he made another twinge of pain flare up.
He didn’t resist as she pulled his hand away from his neck, the strip of fabric the vampire had torn off of his shirt coming away with his palm as it was so saturated with blood. ”Vampire.” Connor told her by way of explanation, he was about all he could manage to articulate as he gritted his teeth against the pain of having pressure reapplied to the wound. That one word would be enough for Amelia anyway, she understood all too well. She would know that the only reason he was even still alive was the vampire might want another meal in the future.
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Amelia Pace
Werewolf (A)
Gryffindor 7th Year
The Pup Slut.
Posts: 189
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Post by Amelia Pace on Jan 1, 2010 18:10:50 GMT 1
A frantic laugh left Amelia’s lips, ”I would never have guessed that otherwise, thanks,” she sarcastically reeled off, hurriedly trying to take in what seemed to be the second worst injury. The Vampire bite would heal in time, but it was in a crucial place, if she couldn’t completely stop the bleeding soon there would be little point in trying. She’d had the assistance of a properly trained Auror when she’d been bitten, she was an amateur at best, and it wasn’t likely that Connor would willingly let her use magic on him. If his condition didn’t get better soon he wouldn’t have my choice.
With one hand she dug around in the first aid kit, pulling out another, thinner, piece of gauze. Using her teeth to open the packet so she could keep her other hand on his neck, she fumbled with the packaging against her knee and pulled the white fabric out, shaking the plastic wrap onto the floor. She gently started to dab the edge of the tissue under his nose, mopping up most of the blood that was still moist. She would need a antiseptic wipe for the rest of it, but the bleeding seemed to have ceased.
Before getting the wipe out of its packet, Amelia checked on the puncture wounds to his neck, luckily for him Weres had a partially sped up immune system. The platelets in his blood were starting to work their magic, she didn’t touch it, but she knew that the blood would be tackyish, and gross if in his hair. Luckily for him he wouldn’t have to have intense showers for a week to get the feeling of blood-matted hair away like she had. She replaced the gauze again, and started to rifle through the packets in the box for a antiseptic wipe – after all there were some things that even wizards had need for. They were quick and simple and just made life easier if you grazed your knee in the sand of the Quidditch pitch.
Being as gentle as she could be, she started to wipe away at the crusted blood on his upper lip and around his nostrils. In doing so she noted that the vampire who had attacked him had broken his nose. She cringed, ”Do you trust me?” she asked, halting her cleaning process and making him look her in the eye. She knew how to correct a broken nose. She had taken it upon herself to learn when she’d broken one of her team mate’s noses in practise when she was in her fifth year, but she didn’t want to go fixing things he didn’t want her to fix.
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Post by Connor Pine on Jan 4, 2010 2:32:45 GMT 1
Amelia’s response to his explanation didn’t make sense to Connor. She must know what had caused his wounds, the signs were clear enough. Sure it was a little unusual for him to be quite so injured; vampires only usually caused enough damage to incapacitate their werewolf victims, since they didn’t have the usual sedative in their saliva working in their favour. He looked like he’d been in a full on fight, which, of course, he had been. But the bite wound on his neck gave the game away and she’d told him she’d been attacked by a vampire before, so she had to know. Her strange behaviour wasn’t the most pressing matter though, most important to him at that point was fighting the growing feeling that he was about to pass out.
Connor hated hospitals. He hated doctors and the awkward questions they asked. ’What happened to you, sonny?’ They all wanted to save him, to rescue him from an abusive parent or gang violence or an animal attack. And the only way they knew how to do that was to call the police and that only led to even more awkward questions. He could hardly explain what had really happened. That might not be a problem for him with Amelia, even if she was acting weirdly, but the familiar rough press of gauze against his bloody nose and the distinct sharp smell of an antiseptic wipe in the air brought all those memories back, putting him instantly on edge.
He met Amelia’s gaze with slightly wild eyes at her question, instincts screaming at him to say no. That wasn’t quite right though, he did trust her. Amelia had given him a place to stay, provided him with food and shared her story with him the way nobody else ever had. Connor would never have approached her in the first place if he wasn’t willing to trust her and he certainly never would have stayed in the changing rooms. He couldn’t let the fear that had ruled his life for over a decade stop him from trusting her. Not now when she was quite clearly trying to save his life.
”Yes,” He managed to choke out, voice a hoarse rasp. Connor lifted his right arm, fingers gripping her wrist that was holding the gauze tightly to his neck. He’d likely have left a bloody handprint on her sleeve, but somehow he knew that the moment was significant. It hurt to talk, his split lip pulling as he spoke and the pain in both his nose and neck flaring up with every word. He knew he had to say it. ”I trust you Amelia.”
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Amelia Pace
Werewolf (A)
Gryffindor 7th Year
The Pup Slut.
Posts: 189
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Post by Amelia Pace on Jan 6, 2010 4:24:49 GMT 1
Trust was one issue Amelia had always had, or not had, whichever way you looked at it. She had trusted one person by choice, and one she had been forced into trusting because he was in charge of her once a month. Adrian Connery had pretty much had her affliction forced on him, and in turn she had had her monthly ‘ritual’ forced on her. She had to trust him, because if she didn’t, what would she have? Scott Kovac, on the other hand, she had confided in. He was her first friend to question her, to outright ask her where she went, and in doing so she had to tell him the truth. She trusted him, and she knew she could trust in him not to tell other people. And, thus far, as far as she knew, he hadn’t told a soul. Then again, he’d barely spoken to her about it either.
When it came to Connor, there was something there she hadn’t had with anybody else before. There was an instant trust in him because he knew exactly what she was, and what she was going through. She kept eye contact with him the entire time, mentally pleading with him just to let her try and help him. If there wasn’t even an inkling of trust there, there would be no point in her even trying. She knew he didn’t like magic, he complained constantly about the ay it smelt, and he didn’t trust it, but she hoped he had enough trust in her to allow her one spell. She couldn’t help but smile at him when he finally gave his answer, ”Okay,” she nodded, and when he gripped her wrist, she knew he would let her do it. She placed her hand over his for a second, gently squeezing it, before she reached into her pocket. This would be where the test of trust really came into it.
”This will hurt for like, a second, but once it’s done, you’ll be fine,” she still had her hand hidden from him, wrapping her fingers around the wood in her pocket, letting out one final breath she slipped it from it’s hold, showing him her weapon of choice, ”I’m not gunna hurt you,” she reasoned, holding it before him, just showing it to him before she gripped it to perform her spell. She shifted so she was firmly sitting on the wooden floor of the changing room, balancing herself so she couldn’t mess this up for him, ”Once I’m done, I’ll check you over for anything else okay. And I’m pretty sure that there are some painkillers in here somewhere, not that they actually do anything. But hey, might help,” she laughed nervously, ”Okay. You ready?” she just wanted that final confirmation before she performed a spell she had done all of four times before.
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Post by Connor Pine on Jan 6, 2010 20:03:52 GMT 1
While he was sure her words were supposed to be reassuring her slightly frantic tone only managed to put him on edge. Rush of adrenaline that had been ebbing away since the fight suddenly rushed back as tension stiffened his shoulders. Connor suddenly felt more aware, the grogginess of pain and exhaustion fading away and even the constant throbbing ache in his shoulder lessened a little as the adrenaline took hold. Unfortunately it also made it just that little bit more difficult to blindly trust Amelia, his mind racing through all the horrible possibilities, that all ended in further pain and the stench of magic.
Connor might not have known exactly what she was planning, as his knowledge of that aspect of her life was limited at best and steeped prejudices on his part, but he definitely had some idea what was coming. It still came as a shock when she drew her wand from her pocket. He’d assumed she’d use some kind of potion; he could almost handle that as it was fairly similar to the medicine doctors used in muggle hospitals. In the sense that the way they worked were a complete mystery to him anyway. But not a spell; used directly on him, instantaneous and with completely unknown effects.
He couldn’t stop himself from flinching away from her and the wand in her hand, even though he had promised her he trusted her. A whimper escaped his lips, more like the whine of a frightened and injured animal as his jerky movements pressed him further against the locker he was using as a prop. There was no escape, his eyes flicked over the room, searching for a way out and he might have rasped out a growl had the slightest movement not caused considerable discomfort. Instead he turned his gaze back to Amelia, expression slightly pleading as he clung to the faint hope that she might change her mind.
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Amelia Pace
Werewolf (A)
Gryffindor 7th Year
The Pup Slut.
Posts: 189
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Post by Amelia Pace on Jan 6, 2010 22:33:14 GMT 1
He was such a freaking coward. Vampires, werewolves and creatures yet he was scared of a little magic? It wasn’t like she was trying to hurt him, she was trying to help. There wasn’t a lot more she could do for him apart from turn him over to the nurse and he’s not enjoy that at all. Besides it would rat her out and her wolf keeping habit, ”Oh for fucks sake, stop moving!” she said, her voice on the verge of shouting with it’s raised pitch and forcefulness. She glowered at him and his fidgeting and without thinking about it, moved her leg over his to pin him to the floor. ”If you move, I’ll miss, and who knows what the fuck will happen then,” she threatened, rooting her knees to the wooden floor.
She moved his hand up and replaced her left with it, so she could force his head around and hold it still. If he dared move again she swore to herself she would poke him in the eye with her wand, ”You said you trust me, now show a little faith,” she practically ordered, his chin in her hand and her wand in the other, she gave him a stern look that warned him this was it, if he moved, he’d be damned, and have nobody to blame but himself, ”Episkey,” she said confidently, aiming her wand at his nose and after hearing a satisfying crack and a pained yelp from Connor, she safely assumed it had worked, ”That wasn’t so bad was it?” she mocked, reaching back into the first aid kit and pulling out a few more anti-septic wipes.
Forgetting her place, positioned across his legs, she ripped open the packet for another wipe and cleaned up the finale remains of staining blood around his nose, and the encrusted liquid around his lower lip. Once done, she discarded the wipe and moved his hand from the side of his neck and took the gauze from the side, she smiled briefly on seeing that it had pretty much stopped bleeding. The blood drenched gauze had done its job. She turned to rummage in the box for a plaster to fit, finding one rather easily as they were always the ones that got left over from the pack. Pulling it out of it’s paper and flicking back the plaster covering, she gently applied it to his neck wound, more to stop him fiddling with it and making it bleed again, ”There we go. Now,” she was feeling a lot calmer now the majority of the situation had been resolved, ”Does anything else hurt?”
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Post by Connor Pine on Jan 7, 2010 17:00:18 GMT 1
Amelia really needn’t have bothered to sit on his lap as at her order Connor had frozen. He was frightened enough of magic without the additional risk that something might go wrong if he moved and so he was in the process of silently vowing not to move an inch while Amelia had that magic stick in her hand as she pinned him in place by sitting on his legs. By that point he was totally compliant, not resisting as she guided his hand to his neck so could have both of hers free and too frightened to resist in case that counted as moving and she accidentally blew up his face or something equally terrible.
It was nothing to do with faith, pure terror had him rooted to the spot like a deer in the headlights with his gaze fixed firmly on the tip of the wand like he might be able to see the spell coming. Amelia’s fingers under his chin ensured that his head remained tilted back and Connor suddenly decided that he didn’t want to see what was going to happen. He screwed his eyes tightly shut and drew in a quick anticipatory breath as she spoke the spell. That breath was expelled in a yelp of pain at the sensation of the bones in his nose cracking back into place. Then the pain started to fade, not completely gone, but dramatically reduced and Connor’s eyes fluttered open in surprise. Had he been able to move his left arm without causing his injured shoulder to hurt he might have reached up to feel his nose, as though testing if it really was fixed.
Connor’s shocked expression quickly turned into a pouting glare at Amelia’s taunting. His nose might have been successfully healed, but his pride had just taken another blow and he felt a little foolish for being so suspicious of Amelia’s magic. He couldn’t bring himself to really sulk though, not when she’d just saved his life. Or at the very least spared him a good few weeks discomfort as his nose healed the traditional way. It didn’t hurt that she was sitting so close either, her touch gentle and warm as she cleaned him up and the faintest hint of her scent reaching him over the smell of blood and antiseptic wipes. His exhausted, pain-addled brain almost felt getting beaten up had been worth it for that alone.
Her question pulled Connor away from those contented thoughts, forcing him to once again fight off the drowsy sensation that came after an adrenaline rush had worn off. He bit his lip, even after her successful spell he was suspicious of magic and if he didn’t admit that he thought his shoulder was injured she might leave him alone. However he was still ashamed of the way he’d reacted to her wand, especially after telling her that he trusted her. He wanted to prove that he did, both to himself and to her. ”My shoulder,” Connor grumbled nervously. ”I think it’s broken too.” He lifted his right hand to his collarbone, fingertips hovering over the source of the throbbing pain.
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Amelia Pace
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Gryffindor 7th Year
The Pup Slut.
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Post by Amelia Pace on Jan 8, 2010 1:04:23 GMT 1
Amelia chuckled at his expression, he was such a child sometimes. In her amusement, she tapped him on his newly fixed nose, just to prove a point, and put her wand down on the floor beside them. She probably would have moved if Connor was anybody else, but she was perfectly comfortable where she sat and it gave her better access to his injuries. She examined her handiwork and smiled when she saw that his nose was back to normal, ”No lasting damage, it would seem. I’m no doctor, but I’m pretty certain it’ll be fine,” she smiled at him, trying to calm his nerves again now she was done messing with magic.
Well, until he mentioned a potentially broken shoulder. She bit the inside of her lip, and her gaze followed his hand as he indicated where the pain was. Once he’d removed his hand, she gently ran her fingers over the bone atop his shirt, he flinched when she applied pressure to the broken bone. Just to check it was just bad bruising, she ran her other hand over the other side, mirroring her actions in comparison. Unable to tell fully, and even though pretty sure he was correct, she would need to be able to access the area better, so without asking she started to unbutton his shirt, knowing with his injured shoulder asking him to do it would be a waste of time.
”Don’t worry, I’m not going to try anything,” she assured him, even if she did let her gaze wonder over the skin she’d exposed. She raised and lower appreciative brows, and smirked to herself, lowering her chin to examine his collarbone. She cringed, it was already bruised, all black and purple, and a visible protrusion of bone not breaking the skin, ”Ouch,” she hissed, gritting her teeth, ”This one won’t be so easy, but we can’t just leave it,” she reasoned, ”Not all pokey uppy like that,” she frowned slightly, shifting her weight so she got turn and rummage in the box. After half a minute she pulled out a piece of paper, and waved it slightly in Connor’s face before settling herself back down and reading through the list, ”Not impossible, but uh, not exactly a forte,” she said honestly, finding a spell on the list that she know before, but never had to use before now, she read the adverse effects the spell could have if done wrong and tried to hide her cringe, ”Don’t particularly want to make your bones disappear,” she said under her breath, smiling at the male before her.
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Post by Connor Pine on Jan 12, 2010 16:13:50 GMT 1
As far as Connor was concerned once his nose didn’t really hurt any more the problem was sorted. He had never once attended a checkup appointment with the doctors when he’d come off worse for wear, so long as they made sure he would stop hurting eventually they’d done their job and he didn’t need them to tell him he was fine when he could tell that for himself. Sure the instant during which the bones had broken themselves in reverse had been intensely painful, right up there with changing and being bitten by a vampire on the excruciating scale, but the sensation had been fleeting and only the scent of magic lingered in the air.
He felt a little relieved when Amelia put her wand down and he let his head drop back against the lockers, tension easing out of his shoulders, but his teeth staying gritted as he tried to prepare for her examination of his shoulder. Connor couldn’t really see why it was such a big deal, werewolves healed faster than normal people anyway and one of the few perks that came from a change was an instant fix of any broken bones. He still flinched as her fingers prodded at his collar bone, jaw clenching harder to stop a whimper from escaping. The gentle brush of her hand over his other shoulder was soothing though and it was likely that alone that stopped him from dislodging Amelia from his lap and running.
Connor frowned at the thought of trying anything; the idea hadn’t really occurred to him, it was only natural that she would want to see the break more closely. Even in the face of his unexpected trust of Amelia and inexplicable urge to protect her Connor was oblivious. It didn’t really help that he was a bit of a disadvantage when it came to the areas of love and attraction as he’d been living in relative isolation since he was 9. But there were other, more pressing, matters to deal with. Like Amelia talking about doing another spell and saying something about making his bones disappear. She was reading too. Connor always felt uncomfortable when people read around him.
I’m fine,” He insisted gruffly in spite of the evidence to the contrary, unable to hide the fear that was starting to build again, making him agitated. As if to prove himself wrong he let out a pained hiss as his nervous shifting caused a flare of agony in his shoulder. ”You don’t have to do another spell.” Connor’s tone was more than a little desperate as he tried to persuade her more magic wasn’t needed. ”I’ll be okay now until the next full moon and the change will heal me.” So much for trusting her, but it wasn’t like he was lying; he had lived with worse before while he waited for the moon.
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