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I'll SEEK you OUT
FLAY you ALIVE
One more WORD and you won't SURVIVE
And I'M not SCARED
Of your STOLEN POWER
I SEE right through you any HOUR

MARINA EUGENIE ALDRED
PROUD HALFBLOOD
SLYTHERIN THIRD YEAR

I won't soothe your pain: Intrigued | I won't ease your strain: Wicked... | You'll be waiting in vain: Chimeras | I got nothing for you to gain: Third Floor Corrdior | Wearing

Marina's eyes sparkled with intrigue and curiosity as the secret passage was opened. She'd had no idea this was even here. She really needed to do some exploring. The third year waited until a rather angsty looking Sam followed after Ronyo, and then proceeded into the darkness. "Lumos," she mumbled as she dropped to her hands and knees to crawl through. Thank goodness she wasn't wearing a skirt, and jeans instead.

Prejudice is stubborn and ignorance is hard.

EYES on FIRE
Your SPINE is ABLAZE
Felling any FOE with my GAZE
And JUST in TIME
In the RIGHT PLACE
STEADILY emerging with GRACE

She dropped to her knees beside the boy worked quickly. Sealing the wounds and staunching the bleeding was the first step. She drew her traced her wand over the injuries on his wrist, partially sealing some of the bleeding gash. Another spell set the offending bone back into place. A drip of sweat rolled down her head as she concentrated, sealing the rest of the wound. Then she traced her wand over the wound on his head, closing it as well. He was still pale and unconscious though. She drew a bandage from her bag and started working it around his arm, binding it tightly. Next step was setting the bones in his hand and wrist. She waved her wand and there were several popping and snapping sounds.

Arielle wiped sweat from her head and sighed, releasing a pent up breath. She took a red potion from her pocket and forced Erik to drink it. A little color returned to his pale face. "He'll live," Arielle said to Verily and noticed her clutching her arm. Arielle picked up her wand and cast the spell to set the bones in her arm.

Color was slowly starting to return to his cheeks as the potion took effect. Suddenly Erik coughed several times, then groaned. Despite having been healed, his arm was on fire. Why was it burning so much? His eyes flicked and then suddenly, his eyes opened. He groaned again, his arm burning. He blinked several times, trying to adjust his eyes to light. All he had seen was blackness and he was sure he had died. His eyes flicked to Nurse Skye, then to Verily, where they stay.

When she said his name, his eyes filled with tears. One escaped, and streaked down his still pale cheeks. He looked away from her, turning his head. He opened his mouth to say something and realized his mouth was really dry. He coughed a couple times, then blinked the tears away. "You..." he choked out. "You really... hurt me..." he said, his voice echoing sadness.

He could hear her crying as she struggled to explain something that Erik couldn't understand. He wanted to be mad, to yell, to tell her to go away. He wanted to stay laying with his head facing away from her. Yet he found himself pushing up into a sitting position, against the advice of the nurse, who seemed flustered by the teen angst. His right arm burned as he pushed himself up. "I... I don't hate you. I don't... I don't think... I could... At least... because of this." He swallowed hard and blinked away tears that were still coming to his eyes. He wasn't sure the source of those tears though, be it the damage to his arm or the situation. "I... I just... I need to think. And... you do too." He looked down at the ground, something that Verily was staring quite intently at.

Erik listened to her, things clicking in his mind as she spoke. He wanted to hug her, to hold her, to tell her everything would be all right. And so he did, when she finished talking. He put his arms around her, disregarding the pain it caused his damaged right arm. He pulled her head to his shoulder and cooed to her. "Sssh, Verily." He stroked her hair as he held her. "I... I didn't know most of that. I... It changes my perspective... Ver... what you've been through... I can only imagine. But I... I never want you to have to go through anything like that again. I don't care if you want to be with me or Darius. I'll be your friend regardless. I'll always be there to talk to. And hell, if you need a shoulder, I'll be that shoulder. I just really hope you pick me because you've made me mad. You dominate my thoughts, and as creepy as this sounds, my dreams too. I..." He paused, realizing he was rambling. "Verily, I...I want to keep making you smile and laugh. I want to keep tripping up your words and making your nerves feel weird. I know Darius was there for you over the summer. I want to be there for you too. So... I guess what I'm trying to say is, I forgive you and I want to still be your boyfriend... if you still want me." He tipped her chin up so that he could look her in her gorgeous blueish gray eyes.

"I... I..." He wanted to shout no! To tell her to forget Darius. That he was right for her... Instead, he said, "I need to rest, right?" he said, glancing at the Nurse. She nodded. He turned back to Verily and kissed her forehead. "Do what you need to. I... we'll talk when you've... decided." He swallowed hard, a nervous lump forming in his throat. He tried standing and quickly discovered he could not.