The Shock & Cuts

[Russell Parkhurst]

Russell left the Quidditch Pitch disgruntled, upset and with four long, bleeding scratches on his cheek. Andie was so angry at me ... he thought, dragging his broom and his feet. With his head bowed he found a grassy place that he could sit in and watch the practise. But instead he merely lay down and stared at the sky.

"What a perfect start to a day!" he thought aloud. He felt his cheek and could tell it was going to swell up nicely before tomorrow. But what could he do to make it better. Andie is so stubborn and beyond reason or anything. I don't know what to do. His broom lay next to him. He thought about flying over to her and saying sorry again but that would leave him with more scratches and his ego couldn't handle more of that. But what to do ...

[Gregory Greenwich]

...Get back up to the castle immediately would be appropriate, as Greg was patrolling and he would take no nonesense from galavanting youths when he was on duty. In theory that was the case, he would dearly love to drive young vagabounds back up to the castle sharpish, and always set out with such good intentions, and yet it never really worked, rarely would students properly listen to him, was it his abominable stutter? Or simply his being Ministry? Quite probably an awful combination of the two, meaning people generally tended to detest him, though in reality most of the hate directed his way came from his own beloved mentor.

So it was that Greg mused such thoughts and stumbled about on patrol, he was tripping over roots seemingly determined to see him fall flat on his face several times over. As he moved up towards the castle for his next assignment, quite probably a search deep within the forbidden forest, he noticed a lad looking rather put out, and heard his exclamation of "What a perfect start to a day!"
He found himself imminently capable of sympathising as his day would be hell to most people, he simply mutely endured his turmoil and tough times.

"I feel the same way," he murmered, not really wanting to engage the boy in conversation, though he was suspicious as to why the boy had nasty scratches running down his cheek. Feeling it his duty to find out he swept around his robes billowing dramatically in the chill wind and demanded with a point at his grazed cheek "wh..where did you get them from?"

[Russell Parkhurst]

Russell looked up to see an older man standing there talking to him. Russell was befuddled as to why any adult would want to talk to a student. Rus might have looked older but being in his Ravenclaw Quidditch gear was a slight give away. So he was clearly a student and still this man was engaging him.

Russell looked back to the Quidditch pitch and put a hand to his still hot cheek. He looked at his hand and said, "it's still bleeding. Not terribly mind but it'll leave a pretty scar." He wiped his hand on the grass and said slowly, "it's a long story, mate. And I'd hate to bore you to tears at our first meeting." He smiled up at the man and shook his head. "She absolutely hates me," he hung his head and ran a hand through his hair, "and I can't do anything about it."