Safe at Last...? (Witchard and members of The Revolution) (ROLE PLAY OF THE MONTH JUNE 2009)

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Kalaira Darus	Safe at Last...? (Witchard and members of The Revolution) (ROLE PLAY OF THE MONTH JUNE 2009)		Lead	[-]
Posts: 182 05/22/09 9:27 PM Gryffindor 2nd Year Awards	Tags : None A cool breeze blew across Kalaira's face, waking her from her stupor. As she glanced around her in the sheer darkness Kalaira remembered where she was and that the only light were those far ahead of her, a shining beacon that was Hogwarts. As Kalaira rested in the road, gathering her strength to continue moving again, she played through her foggy mind how she had managed to get this far. The most distant memory she had was having lunch with Candance and Adarian. Adam had joined them at the Ravenclaw table, and she had been surprised by the arrival of her dear friend Brooklyn. Then all Kalaira could remember was pain, hunger, exhaustion, terror. She couldn't place why or when or how or even what had happened, though a dark face flashed across the back of her eyelids, causing a short painful cry of terror to escape from her raw throat and through her parched lips. As Kalaira sobbed softly in the dark road, trying to gain the strength to carry her wounded body to Hogwarts, a soft sympathetic face filled her minds eye. A young girl with promises of finding help; was it she who got her to Hogsmeade? Flashes of Hogsmeades train station flickered through Kalaira's mind. The train was there, but empty of passengers, and Kalaira could hear the distant echos of her fellow students voices as they were carried to the castle in the enchanted carriage's. A man was hitting her softly with a broom, though because of the bruises and wounds upon her body it felt like a real thrashing. The man was mumbling something about moving along, no vagrancy allowed. Kalaira had stumbled to her feet and staggered along after the carriages that had left her behind. Kalaira never expected the road from Hogsmeade to Hogwarts to be so long, but she also had to keep in mind a couple of facts. One, she'd never actually travelled the road to the school before, since last year had been her first year and she'd crossed the dark and scary lake with the rest of the first years. Two, she was tired, sore, and hungry. But these words didn't quite describe the way she actually felt. Exhausted, wounded, and starved even seemed a little weak to her. The big emotion keeping her company right now, as she staggered down the road was confusion. She just couldn't remember how she'd gotten to Hogsmeade. When she had been abruptly woken from the bench she had been laying on, Kalaira could only remember a dizzying and nausiating feeling, like being yanked and twisted from her belly button. Weird. As Kalaira continued to raggedly place one bare foot in front of the other, pulling her weary body towards the beacon of hope and safety before her, she was caught off guard when she found the main gates closed to her, looming above her petite form like giant golden wings baring the entrance of any who would cause harm or foul upon the occupants within their keep. Two dark cloaked figured stood to either side of the golden wings as Kalaira reached up towards the gates as her legs buckled beneath her, unable to carry her dwindled weight another step. Another sob escaped her as she tried to speak for the first time in an unknown length of time. A raspy, squeak escaped her lips that sounded along the lines of help as darkness enveloped her world again. Last Edited By: Joseph Witchard 07/23/09 4:16 PM. Edited 3 times.
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Adarian Ackland		#1	[url]	[-]
Posts: 241 05/24/09 7:08 PM Slytherin 7th Year Head Boy Awards	Redundant. That's what Adarian thought of the sorting ceremony as he silently crept out of the Great Hall. He may have been relieved to be back at Hogwarts but the sorting ceremony never really changed. He secretly hoped that they'd spice it up every now and then. Maybe throw in some pyrotechnics or dry ice. Anything would make it more entertaining than listening to a professor call out names and then hearing the grating vocie of the sorting hat bellow a house through the Great Hall. Adarian could still hear the echoes of someone being sorted into Ravenclaw as he carefully pushed the giant doors open and slipped through the portal. The entrance hall was deserted as Adarian suspected it would be. There were no signs of late arrivals and most of the luggage had probably already been moved up to the students' quarters. Adarian knew that whatever he was going to do, he would have to be back before the feast ended. He was Head Boy this year and he had certain duties that would need to be attended to. Glad to be out of the Great Hall, Adarian leaned back against the wall and rested his head against the cool stone. The constant hum of conversation amongst all those people had begun to give Adarian a headache. Much to Adarian's dismay, the sounds of the sorting ceremony could still be heard out in the entrance ahll. He grimaced as the sorting hat sorted someone else into Ravenclaw and rushed towards the castle's main entrance. With a grunt he pushed open the heavy door and made his way outside. Adarian smiled when found himself to be free of the noise coming from the Great Hall and a smalled smile appeared on his face. Adarian's robes billowed out behind him as he passed by the fountain. The Head Boy had decided that a nice stroll might be the best thing to sooth his throbbing headache. His smile slowly disappeared when he thought back to last year. They had only one Revolution meeting and almost eveyrone showed up. The only people missing had been Tempest Kahne and Kalaira Darus. the fact that Tempest hadn't shown up didn't really bother Adarian. He and his cousin possessed a deep hatred for each other that showed no signs of going away any time soon. What did bug him was that Kalaira hadn't shown up. She was one of the Revolution's most devoted members and also someone Adarian cared very deeply for, thinking of her as a sister. Now that Adarian had taken a moment to think about it. He couldn't remember the last time that he actually saw Kalaira. he had lunch with Kalaira, Candance, and a few others but surely he had seen her after that. Adarian shook his head and forced himself to think but nothing was coming to him. With a sigh, Adarian looked up to realize that through his worrying he had walked all the way down to Hogwart's main gates. It was flanked on either side by robe clad Aurors, the aftermath of the kidnapping of students from the forrest four years ago. Adarian carefully approached the gate, nodding to the wizards as he did. "Evening, gentlemen," he said in his soft Irish lilt as leaned against the huge gate. It was then that Adarian noticed a small dark figured staggering towards the gate. Out of reflex, Adarian took a step back from the gate and reached for his wand. He couldn't help the paranoia that gripped him these days. Suddenly the small figure fell to the ground, letting out a small cry for help. All of the color drained form Adarian's face when the sound reached his ears. He knew that voice. That was Kalaira! It had to be! It a fit of panic, Adarian moved closer to the gate and tried to force it open. "What in the name of Merlin's beard are you waiting for?!" He bellowed at one of the cloaked Aurors that flanked the gates. "She's a bloody student here. Kalaira Darus, second year Gryffindor. Help her," he yelled as he practically tried to forced his own body through the gates. "Something's wrong! Send for the Headmaster!" Adarian watched in horror as his friend's body laid motionless on the ground in front of him, hoping that someone would help her.
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Joseph Witchard		#2	[url]	[-]
Posts: 7067 05/31/09 11:14 PM Headmaster	It was the first night of term, so the Sorting Ceremony and feast was taking place as usual. The Great Hall was currently filled with staff and students alike, enjoying the food and socializing with each other. Many of the people there hadn't seen each other for two months, while some of the teachers had been back together for a couple of weeks now. Every table was now completely full, with the exception of the staff table. The staff table had an empty seat that stuck out like a sore thumb, and it was the seat right in the center of the table. Joseph Witchard wasn't usually a man tempted to go into the Forbidden Forest. Because of its intimidation and danger, students were obviously forbidden from entering it, and the headmaster was fishing students out of it 99 percent of the time when he went inside it. All of the students (or so he thought) were at the feast tonight; hunger was one thing that distracted children, so he knew that there was little to no chance of finding a wayward pupil in there tonight. But he wasn't in there for that reason. He was in there for a different reason; a reason that even he thought was quite silly. In fact, not having been satisfied with his findings, Joseph was on his way back to the main road that led up to the castle. The chances of him finding anything out of the ordinary was very slim. He had only heard of this rumored myth a week ago, and the thought was so fascinating that he had to inspect it for himself. The myth was so far fetched that it wasn't usually spread around by many people, and Joseph had learned of its existence from an old history book that he had been reading, and it was only mentioned once in one paragraph. So, holding his wand in the air to light his path, he was hoping to get back to the feast in time for pudding and to not be questioned too much by his colleagues. He did feel rather embarrassed by missing the feast for this, but it had been the best time to do it; any other time he would have been too bogged down by work. The headmaster stepped on a stick and heard it crack under his weight. That was the last sound he heard. He felt a cool breeze on the back of his neck. He looked around at his surroundings, keeping his wand at the ready and feeling a bit uneasy; the forest was never a place that was overly loud, but something was off. The whole place had become too silent. It was so silent that his breathing sounded very loud to him, even though he was breathing normally. There was no sound anywhere around, and he had an unsettling feeling that he was being watched. "Hello?" Joseph called out loudly. "Is anyone there?" There was no response; just more of the complete silence that had seemed to engulf the forest. He was starting to get worried right before he saw it; out of the corner of his eye, he saw a tattered old cloak and a bare foot disappear behind a tree. There was no doubt in his mind as to what he had saw. Hearing some rustling, he turned around and saw the exact same thing happen next to a tree that he had just passed. He immediately raised his wand. The next moment, the tree was hit with a jet of red light and left with a burn mark on it. "That stunner was just a warning shot!" called Witchard. "Whoever you are, come out now!" Again, nothing but silence besides his own, apparently loud breathing. Tired of playing games, he kept his wand steady and walked slowly to the tree. With a swift movement, he went behind the tree where the figure had disappeared, ready to stun him or her if necessary. His eyes immediately widened in shock at what he saw. There was nothing there. No one. Joseph bent over and looked at the ground. It was free of leaves and tree limbs, but there was no footprint. The foot he had seen was a bare foot. Surely it would have left some sort of print? He heard more rustling and he looked up in front of him, only to see another bare foot and cloak disappear behind a tree. It was happening all around him. It would seem as though he saw people around him, but when he would turn to look, there would be no one there or else whoever he was seeing would disappear behind a tree. Joseph turned around quickly to see if the same thing was happening behind him, and in doing so he fell onto the ground backwards in surprise. He had turned right into a polar bear patronus. The patronus began to speak in what was unmistakeably one of his guard's voice. "Professor, there's a girl passed out at the front gate. She appears to be one of your students." The patronus disappeared like all patronuses do, and after it did, things returned to normal. Joseph looked around the forest. He could no longer hear himself breathing; the normal sounds of insects and birds had returned to the forest. He no longer had the eerie feeling of being watched, and rightfully so; as he turned his head, there wasn't any trace of anyone else around him. Joseph pushed himself off the ground and began to run to the main road. Whatever he had seen, which he was sure was just him going mad under the amount of stress he dealt with these days, would have to wait. Right now, he had a hurt student he needed to attend to. He ran as fast as he could, surprised by how well he was in shape. He passed by something that was as white as snow and distinctly heard what sounded like a frightened horse behind him. Obviously, he had frightened a unicorn. He had been very deep in the forest, after all. He ran for what felt like hours before he saw a small light ahead of him. The trees weren't as thick as they had been, and he could now make out some stars and the moon in the sky. He rushed out of the forest right next to Adarian Ackland. "What happened?" he managed to get out. He was breathing hard from running so fast.
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Adarian Ackland		#3	[url]	[-]
Posts: 241 06/01/09 3:26 PM Slytherin 7th Year Head Boy Awards	"What happened?" he managed to get out. He was breathing hard from running so fast. Adarian was startled by the sudden appearance of the Headmaster. The man was breathing heavily and it was obvious he had run the whole way to the front gate. If Adarian hadn't been so worried about Kalaira he would have been impressed by the Headmaster level of physical fitness. In the mean time, Adarian had given up trying to press himself between the bars. The gap was just too narrow to allow him to squeeze through. Adarian hated the feeling of helplessness that came with watching a loved one get hurt and there being nothing he could do about it. "I don't know, sir," Adarian said as calmly as he could to the Headmaster. "I was getting some air and saw her walking up to the gate and then she just collapsed." Adarian couldn't help looking up at the Headmaster in hopes of some reassurance. He needed more than anything to know that his friend was going to be all right and there was no lasting damage. Adarian was afraid, yes, but more than anything he was angry. He far more angry than he ever had been in his entire life. His eyes burned with hatred as he stared at his young friend, wanting to get his hands on the person who caused her so much harm. Adarian finally forced himself to turn away from the gate. He couldn't take looking at Kalaira's unconscious form any longer. Something deep down inside of him started to churn. Something dark. Something that Adarian didn't like in the least. He tried to get a grip on his emotions but they were too far out of control now. He needed a way to burn off the excess anger but there was no way of doing that without getting into some kind of trouble. Bottling it up would do no good either. "DAMN IT!" He screamed after a moment. Adarian hadn't really meant to say anything out loud. It just sort of came out. Adarian had no real control over anything at this point. Every fiber of his being wanted to find the person responsible and inflict the same amount of pain back upon them ten fold. He was tired of watching innocent people getting hurt. What had Kalaira done to ever deserve this? She was twelve years old. Who could she have possibly angered to the point of deserving this? Adarian was seething and there was no point in hiding it right now. He turned back to the Headmaster, his hands shaking. "What can I do, sir?" he asked, trying to keep his tone even. He knew that Professor Witchard would already know how he was feeling. He expected an answer of "Return to the castle" or at least something close. Adarian didn't think he could bring himself to obey such an order. How could he leave Kalaira all alone without a familiar face to wake up to? Again, the anger stirred inside Adarian and he tried his very best to stop it from reaching the surface. This most definitely meant war.
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Joseph Witchard		#4	[url]	[-]
Posts: 7067 06/02/09 1:00 AM Headmaster	Joseph's breathing was still heavy. It would be awhile before he could catch his breath good, and the fact that he was now dealing with an emergency, and what could very well possibly be an attack by Marsden wasn't helping. He looked through the gates as Adarian swore loudly. Ignoring his Head Boy's lack of calmness, the headmaster saw the girl for the first time as two Aurors picked her up, trying to get her onto her feet. A pang of guilt and sorrow shot through Joseph's body like an ice-cold knife. It was a student; a student who had been missing for ages, and she wasn't even in her fourth year yet. She was injured badly, and it wasn't injury from traveling. Someone or something had taken its time to hurt her in this way. It was a miracle that she had even managed to get this far (even though Joseph didn't know where she had come from). Joseph drew his wand swiftly. "I'll never know why the Ministry is too idiotic to let you lot open our gates," said Joseph, speaking to the Aurors standing there. His tone was enough to tell anyone that his mood was a mixture of anger and worry, though no one would be able to tell which emotion was greater. Not even Witchard himself. With a swift slash through the air, the many chains and locks that held the school gates closed fell to the ground as if they were nothing. Joseph used his wand once again and the gates sprung open rather quickly. Rushing to the Aurors, Joseph took the young Kalaira from them and picked her up in his arms. "I want every bit of Hogsmeade and these grounds searched!" Witchard barked at the Aurors. "And send a message to the Ministry! I want Alexander Caulton in my office in ten minutes!" Perhaps they were just being polite or perhaps they were frightened by the fiery tone in which Joseph was speaking to them, not to mention the flames that were probably burning behind his eyes. Either way, the Aurors obeyed his orders without question and rushed off. Joseph turned around. "Follow me!" he commanded Adarian, his usual kind and humble tone of voice nowhere to be found. Joseph began to take the both of them to the Hospital Wing.
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Adarian Ackland		#5	[url]	[-]
Posts: 241 06/04/09 4:55 PM Slytherin 7th Year Head Boy Awards	Adarian silently cursed himself for losing control the way he had. Even though his hand were still shaking he pulled himself up to his full height and clinched his jaw shut. He wasn't going to allow his emotions to run him. He returned his piercing blue eyes to his friend that was now unconscious in the Headmaster's arms. He felt his chest tighten and another outburst rising up within but he quickly pushed it down. This was supposed to be a happy night. A night to return home. Instead it just another sign of the perpetual gray cloud that hung over the wizarding world. He heard the Headmaster yell something about searching the grounds and Hogsmeade. Part of Adarian wanted to turn and rush into the village looking for any sign of the person or people that did this to his friend. Adarian knew that Witchard would stop him but there was a dark feeling stirring with in that insisted upon revenge. It took every ounce of self-control that Adarian had not to turn and follow the Aurors down to Hogsmeade. The one thing that made him stay was finding out whether or not Kalaira was going to all right. He had to know. Joseph turned around. "Follow me!" he commanded Adarian, his usual kind and humble tone of voice nowhere to be found. Joseph began to take the both of them to the Hospital Wing. Adarian's eyes snapped to the Headmaster. There was no mistaking what the wizard had said for a request. It was an order. An order that Adarian followed without word or hesitation. If there was one person he was undyingly loyal to, it was Joseph Witchard. He would follow the Headmaster to his doom if the man commanded it. "Sir," was all Adarian said as he fell in line behind the wizard. He figured they were going to the Hospital Wing and though Adarian was glad to be going to Kalaira, he couldn't figure out why he was order to come along. Unless of course, Witchard presumed that Adarian would do something stupid if left unsupervised. If that was the case, Joseph Witchard knew Adarian better than the boy had thought, that disturbed Adarian a bit. No matter the reason, Adarian kept his piercing blue eyes kept on the path laid before them, praying that his friend was all right.
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Joseph Witchard		#6	[url]	[-]
Posts: 7067 06/05/09 12:42 AM Headmaster	Joseph made sure to hold Kalaira gently in his arms despite the quick, rough strides he was taking. He wanted to get her to the Hospital Wing as quickly as possible without possibly causing more trauma; first, to make sure she was going to recover, and second, so he could begin getting to the bottom of this tragedy as soon as possible. Behind him and Adarian, he distinctly heard more voices and the sounds of wizards apparating to right outside of the front gates. The Aurors were no doubt calling for reinforcements in addition to summoning the Minister of Magic. Joseph spoke to Adarian once again, breaking the silence that had come between them as they made their way to the castle. "You're going to have to see him with me," said the headmaster. "The Minister. He'll want to hear it directly from you, of course. I'm sorry," Joseph added. As far as he knew, Adarian had only dealt with the Ministry of Magic once before, and he had not come out of the experience looking all too wonderful. While the Ministry accepted that he did what he did in order to save his peer, they also didn't hide their acknowledgment that his actions put two other students in mortal danger. "You caused the Ministry a great deal of trouble, but the Minister doesn't care. I keep in touch with Alexander Caulton personally, and he understands why you did what you did. He won't bring up old business if no one else does, so I want you to give him the benefit of the doubt, all right? Try to help him. Don't assume that he's a typical politician that the wizarding world usually deals with." Joseph knew he sounded like he was enthusiastic about the Ministry at this point, but he didn't care. If Adarian didn't understand his reasons for saying these things now, he would as he grew older. It was vitally important that the good ties between Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic remain as solid as they were. Desmond Doddridge had no trouble informing TOE that a good portion of the Ministry was compromised. If they were to anger the loyalists, Hogwarts' situation would be much worse. If that was even possible. A couple of owls up ahead of Joseph and Adarian spotted them and immediately flew off from where they were perched. Squinting slightly, the headmaster knew that they were now getting close to the front courtyard. The lighting coming from the castle was beginning to get brighter. Especially from the Great Hall. Seeing the Great Hall made Joseph remember for the first time in what felt like ages that tonight was the start of a new term. Just a little ways ahead, the staff and students were enjoying an excellent feast and each others company. Joseph was far from enjoying anything at this moment.
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DanteCross		#7	[url]	[-]
Posts: 1082 06/08/09 6:40 PM Ravenclaw 5th Year Ravenclaw Keeper Awards	The ceremony was over and he had eaten enough food to satisfy his appetite for the moment. He walked out the doors of the entrance hall and looked at the night sky. He was a sight to be seen, such a nice night, and a clear starry sky. He walked out of the castle but momentarily stopped. In the distance there was two figures standing there. He thought he made out his friend Adarian Ackland, and the other looked like the headmaster. But there was something different about him; he was holding something or someone. After careful examination he realized it was Kalaira. He hadn't seen her in almost a year. There she was, dead like in appearance, in the headmaster's arms. Dante ran, like the school was on fire, to them. He abruptly stopped in front of them. "Kalaira!" He yelled in almost a panic like tone. "What happened to her Adarian? We haven't seen her in months. She's not dead is she?" He closed his eyes tightly and hoped that she was alive. Just barely alive would be good enough for him. "Who did this to her? If anything happens to her…" Dante trailed off his sentence. He couldn't get the worst scenario out of his head. He was genuinely concerned for his friend. "Why would someone do this to her? She just a little girl." The questions kept pouring out of his mouth. He was beginning to make himself upset. So he looked away for a moment and regained his composure. "What happened guys?" Even through the darkest days This fire burns always
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Kalaira Darus		#8	[url]	[-]
Posts: 182 06/08/09 8:51 PM Gryffindor 2nd Year Awards	Though she kept hearing loud noises, and something or someone was moving her, Kalaira couldn't quite gather the strength to open her eyes. She was desperate to see if she'd been captured again, she wanted to know what was going on, but her mind couldn't handle anymore right now. She could feel that she was on the move. 'So, someone is carrying me. Wonder if I've been caught or if my dream about making it Hogwarts is true.' "Hmmmm." The soft moan escaped her lips in response to something someone was saying. Though she didn't believe it was directed at her, the sound was almost soothing, though it tore painfully through her parched throat. A panicked voice filled her ears, it was male, familiar, she knew this. She'd already seen Adarian and heard him call out to her. Who could....yes, Dante. a soft smile tugged at her dry lips, cracking them, causing them to bleed. Her eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks as she tried to force herself awake enough to see, to believe. "Dante?" Kalaira croaked out. She tried to reach a hand out in the sound of his voice, but it fell back onto her stomach were it laid. Her usual exuberance at seeing her friends had vanished completely, she was just so tired. She tried to smile again but, as she tasted the blood, she winced. Kalaira tried to push away from her restraints, she was tired of always being bound. But with no energy, and the sensation of a forward movement, her struggles quickly diminished. With the knowledge of Dante's presense, and the fact that Adarian was somewhere close by, Kalaira let herself settle back into the arms of whoever was holding her. She knew she was safe now, she knew things could only get better from here, for she had finally made it back to Hogwarts.
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Adarian Ackland		#9	[url]	[-]
Posts: 241 06/15/09 10:08 PM Slytherin 7th Year Head Boy Awards	"You're going to have to see him with me," said the headmaster. "The Minister. He'll want to hear it directly from you, of course. I'm sorry," Joseph added. As far as he knew, Adarian had only dealt with the Ministry of Magic once before, and he had not come out of the experience looking all too wonderful. While the Ministry accepted that he did what he did in order to save his peer, they also didn't hide their acknowledgment that his actions put two other students in mortal danger. "You caused the Ministry a great deal of trouble, but the Minister doesn't care. I keep in touch with Alexander Caulton personally, and he understands why you did what you did. He won't bring up old business if no one else does, so I want you to give him the benefit of the doubt, all right? Try to help him. Don't assume that he's a typical politician that the wizarding world usually deals with." Joseph knew he sounded like he was enthusiastic about the Ministry at this point, but he didn't care. "Sir," Adarian began quietly, trying his best to sound calm and collected. "I have nothing against the Ministry or teh Minister himself. They were right to put a price on my head." Adarian had wanted to hate the Ministry. He had tried so hard. They were part of the reason that he sstill held a certain amount of infamy at the school and probably always would but Adarian knew that the trouble that had come his way were directly related to his choices on that night. "They were right to hunt me," Adarian added softly, looking down at the ground. "I'll help in anyway I can, sir. She's my friend." As the words came out of his mouth, Adarian cast a glance towards Kalaira and he felt that dark feeling in the pit of stomach churn once again. The edges around Adarian's vision blurred and all he could think about was getting his hands around the neck of the person that harmed his friend. She had never done anything to anyone. Kalaira was one of the most kind-hearted and generous people that Adarian had met at Hogwarts and he couldn't imagine that anyone would want to harm her. The very thought of the young girl suffering as much as she did made face burn with anger. The person responsible would pay. Adarian would make sure of it, even if it killed him. Then Dante was there and the full breadth of the situation crashed back down upon him. Tehy were still outside of the girl, Kalaira was still limp in the Headmaster's arms, he would still have to meet with the Minister, and now Dante was there. Wait, why was Dante there? Adarian stared at the boy blankly for a moment, as if he was unable to tell whether or not the boy was real. It was hard to believe that Adarian hadn't seen Dante since the last Revolution meeting. It was the night that the Ravenclaw had been expelled from the group. "Kalaira!" He yelled in almost a panic like tone. "What happened to her Adarian? We haven't seen her in months. She's not dead is she?" He closed his eyes tightly and hoped that she was alive. Just barely alive would be good enough for him. "Who did this to her? If anything happens to her…" Dante trailed off his sentence. "Dante, Dante!" He said, his voice remarkably even. "Calm down. She's going to be fine," Adarian walked forward and put his hand on the boy's shoulder. "We're taking her to the hospital wing now. She's not dead. she's just unconscious. We don't know what happened yet but we will." Adarian was trying his best to put up a strong front and he hoped that the Headmaster had noticed it. He had cracked slightly under the stress but he was bound and determined to keep control of himself now. He had to keep his emotions from flaring but it was extremely hard. "Why would someone do this to her? She just a little girl." The questions kept pouring out of his mouth. He was beginning to make himself upset. So he looked away for a moment and regained his composure. "What happened guys?" "Dante!" Adarian snapped, raising himself up to his full height, his piercing blue eyes almost looking right through the young Ravenclaw. "We don't know what's ahppened and we won't know if just stand here," he said as he tried to carefully move Dante out of Witchard's path. "We need to get her to the nurse now," he added calmly as he watched as Kalaira tried in vain to reach out towards Dante when she realized he was there. Inside his heart broke but on the outside he showed nothing. He kept his expression blank and emotionless.
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Joseph Witchard		#10	[url]	[-]
Posts: 7067 07/05/09 4:43 PM Headmaster	Joseph didn't express this feeling, but he was grateful that Adarian was taking on the duty of keeping Dante calm. Kalaira was going to be fine, in time; however, the situation was slightly critical. They needed to get her to Madam Kingsley and begin to get down to the bottom of what happened to her. The Minister, no doubt, would be arriving in moments, and Joseph wished to stay in the Hospital Wing for a little while in order to make sure that he was indeed right about Kalaira being safe. Now at the courtyard fountain, the headmaster had never been so relieved to be back at the castle again. The sight of it felt more welcoming than ever. Joseph took the corridor that would take them to the Hospital Wing the quickest, hoping that no student would wonder upon them and see the disturbing sight. The students had enough to be worried about than to worry about something like this. "Erika!" Joseph called, having finally reached the entrance of the infirmary. He took no time to lay Kalaira down on one of the nearest beds. "Stay with her," Joseph said to Dante and Adarian, reluctantly leaving her bedside to find the nurse. "This is an emergency!" he called out again, nearing Erika's office.
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Adarian Ackland		#11	[url]	[-]
Posts: 241 07/18/09 5:13 PM Slytherin 7th Year Head Boy Awards	"Erika!" Joseph called, having finally reached the entrance of the infirmary. He took no time to lay Kalaira down on one of the nearest beds. "Stay with her," Joseph said to Dante and Adarian, reluctantly leaving her bedside to find the nurse. "This is an emergency!" he called out again, nearing Erika's office. Adarian waited impatiently at Kalaira's bedside. He wanted nothing more than to tear through the hospital wing and help the Headmaster look for the nurse. Instead, Adarian grabbed two near-by chairs and put them beside the bed. "Sit," was all he said to Dante as he took a seat in the chair closest to Kalaira. Part of him couldn't shake the feeling that this whole thing was his fault. Like, that her involvement with him had made her a target just like with Candance in their third year. She'd been singled out because of her relationship with Adarian. The last bit of patience that Adarian had was fading quickly as he glanced down the rows of beds that Witchard had made his way through. Where was the nurse and why wasn't she here already? This was a dire emergency and she was nowhere to be found. Adarian wanted to scream, to hit something as hard as he possibly could. Instead, he propped his elbows up on the side of the girl's bed and prayed silently. Religion hadn't ever been a subject that Adarian had put too much thought into but at the moment, he couldn't think of anything else to do. Adarian himself, felt as if he would be sick if this night carried on much longer. He knew that it wasn't going to end anytime soon. He would have to have a personal interview with Alexander Caulton. Even though Adarian bore no ill will for the Ministry, he still wasn't too keen on meeting with the Minister. He wondered if the man would think that Adarian had something to do with what happened to Kalaira after the incident four years ago. DAMN IT! Where was this so-called nurse? She obviously couldn't be that great if she wasn't around when the school needed her. A student was unconscious and emaciated in the woman's hospital wing and she was nowhere to be found. Useless. Again, Adarian suppressed the urge to scream. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take. He found himself longing for the meeting with Minister because then, at least, he wouldn't have to see his friend in such bad shape.
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DanteCross		#12	[url]	[-]
Posts: 1082 08/01/09 8:54 AM Ravenclaw 5th Year Ravenclaw Keeper Awards	"Erika!" Joseph called, having finally reached the entrance of the infirmary. He took no time to lay Kalaira down on one of the nearest beds. "Stay with her," Joseph said to Dante and Adarian, reluctantly leaving her bedside to find the nurse. "This is an emergency!" he called out again, nearing Erika's office. Dante nodded his head at the Headmaster as he obeyed his request. He looked at Adarian not sure of what to do next. Kalaira obviously needed help badly and it seemed like they were powerless to help her. That was a feeling that Dante didn't like to feel. He would have given anything to switch places with her, but then the question popped into his mind. If it was him that was in her condition would anyone have cared? The previous two years Dante wasn't exactly the nicest person to be around. In his mind he couldn't make up for his past transgressions towards his classmates. He had lost some friends he wished he could get back, including The Revolution. But Dante didn't waste too much time thinking about this. He knew that what's done was done, and he can only move forward. "Sit," Dante turned towards Adarian and nodded just like he did with the Headmaster. So he sat down, and slowly began tapping his left foot in anticipation of the nurse arriving. What the hell is taking her so long? This is a freakin emergency and the nurse is nowhere to be found, he thought to himself impatiently. Then he looked back up at Adarian. He knew that their friendship wasn't on the greatest of terms after last year. He admired the sense of urgency Adarian was showing towards finding a nurse for Kalaira. It was one of Adarian's best characteristics. "Adarian," Dante called to him cautiously. "We need to talk, if not right now, sometime soon." He didn't know how what his reaction would be. Dante wouldn't blame him at all for wanting nothing to do with him. He knew that's really what he deserved, but he hoped that Adarian was better than that. He hoped that Adarian would know him well enough that he would realize that wasn't the real Dante. That was all he could do was hope. Even through the darkest days This fire burns always
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Erika Kingsley		#13	[url]	[-]
Posts: 87 08/10/09 1:00 AM School Nurse Ravenclaw House Head	Erika's head bobbed from drowsiness as the carriage, in its way, lulled her to sleep. However, she would dart her eyes open and shake herself when she'd notice that she was starting to give in to sleep. This year at Hogwarts has been pretty hectic compared to the previous years. Erika had just come from St. Mungos where she assisted a delicate operation of a high profiled person. She was quite baffled at how high profiled this person is when she was asked to sign an agreement to keep mum about the whole thing. She didn't mind at all and she signed it without any qualms. The carriage had stop which meant that they were already at the school premises. "Thank you" she said to the coach as he helped her step out. "Not a problem, ma'am. Anything for the Headmaster" he replied to her. Joseph had offered her the carriage to and fro the Hogsmeade station to ensure that she would travel safely. She began to make her way to the Hospital Wing. She lightly patted her face to keep herself awake from time to time. People never knew and realized how much tedious and difficult her post as the School Nurse was. Sometimes she wished that she could curse into oblivion those who think so lowly of her job. "Erika!" Joseph called, having finally reached the entrance of the infirmary. He took no time to lay Kalaira down on one of the nearest beds. "Stay with her," Joseph said to Dante and Adarian, reluctantly leaving her bedside to find the nurse. "This is an emergency!" he called out again, nearing Erika's office. Upon hearing those words, she immediately put her present stress and fatigue aside and made a mad dash towards the Hospital Wing. She slowed herself down as he reached the wooden doors and saw around three people. She took a moment to catch her breath and winced once as her legs ached when she started to walk again. Again pushing aches and what-nots aside, she came close to these people and saw that there was a student in one of the beds. She recognized the child to be Kalaira Darius. It was unfortunate for the child to be a frequent patient of the Wing and that's how Erika knew her. "What happened?" she asked Joseph in a stern voice.
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Joseph Witchard		#14	[url]	[-]
Posts: 7067 08/13/09 10:07 PM Headmaster	Joseph recognized Erika's serious tone at once. He spun around on the spot, turning from her office door to face the woman, who had apparently just came through the front door. Though relieved to see her, he was a little irritated at her tardiness. The night's festivities were quickly drawing to a close, and she was just now arriving? She should have been here ages ago. "You tell me," he said grimly, eying Miss Darus. The poor girl looked terrible. She was lying on the bed, unconscious and badly injured. Joseph didn't know who did this, but these days, all violent acts could usually be traced back to one person. But why would Marsden do something like this? Kidnapping people wasn't beyond his means. There had several students kidnapped in the area they were standing now. But they had been all been released on miraculous circumstances; circumstances that were sheer, dumb luck. Had another student escaped the same thing with such luck? Would Kalaira amaze them with her story when she felt well enough to speak? "She came up to the front gates and collapsed. We don't know what happened to her. Mr. Ackland found her, being at the gates when she turned up. I... I was near them, thankfully. I heard Ackland shout for help, so I rushed to them as quickly as I could." Joseph felt that now was not the time to explain his strange findings in the forest. "Tell me what to do," he said to Erika desperately. "Whatever potion you need, whatever herbs, I'll fetch them for you. Just take care of her." Joseph looked extremely worried.
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