and at the worst you'll see nobody cares,
you don't want to be around when it all goes down...
William Dante Nott the Third
First year, Slytherin
Bare knuckles pressed against the crisp blades of grass as he lifted his fleeting figure into the open air around him with one fell swoop, Tay hadn't a clue as to what Jess might have been referring to though, until she had gestured to the besmirching hues left behind by Drake. He instantly rose his hands in defense to dab at the sweltered wound, and shook his head with disapproval. "No, I'm fine, let's just go get something to eat," Tay waved the topic off easily enough with a sheepish smile on his face.
He never could trust healers after the time that the bones in his arm had been replaced with that of a chickens wing, to form a grotesque shape and size- he immediately vomited his lunch at the sight and then passed out the next moment after.
Needless to say, he doesn't like chickens either.
"Sides, this is nothing some good foo' can't help with, and I bet Bubo wouldn't mind a few scraps of food either," he inisted, already twisting around in the opposite direction of Allen and Jane to head back inside the castle.
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Location:"The Quad" exit to Great Hall with Jessica
Injuries: Busted lip, swollen purple bruise along cheekbone, sweltering black and blue bruised knot on his ribcage
Thoughts:....'
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Location:"The Quad" exit to Great Hall with Jessica
Injuries: Busted lip, swollen purple bruise along cheekbone, sweltering black and blue bruised knot on his ribcage
Thoughts:....'
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..even heroes know when to be scared.