Bradyn Reed
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Post by Bradyn Reed on Feb 5, 2008 1:12:08 GMT
Bradyn grinned smugly to himself as he succeeded in pinning her once again. 'Alright, now I'm going to finish this so I can go take my Charms exam.' He thought, but the thoughts were soon pushed away as he was hoisted in the air suddenly with a sharp feeling at the nape of his neck.
'Damnit, some animal lover must've tried to break us up.' He thought angrily and shot a glare down at the bengal to show that she was just lucky this time.. only she wasn't there. Twisting to get a better view at his second assailant, he realized that her clothes were battered and beaten with little scratch marks. And that there was a gleaming prefect badge pinned on her cloak. 'Well, this is bad.'
Wriggling out of her grip, he dropped back to the ground and paced a few steps away from her and sat, staring at her for a moment as if debating whether or not he should reveal himself to the prefect. Bray did use his animagus to sneak out a lot after curfew, after all. Deciding it would be for the best, he changed back and frowned a little at her. "Nah, she told me that I should pull their hair in the playgrounds."
Looking down at himself, he noticed that his shirt had taken quite a beating. But upon further examining, he noticed that his wounds to the side and chest weren't too bad.. but they sure did sting like hell.
"You outta be proud, no one's ever beaten me in a brawl before."
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Erys Grace
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Post by Erys Grace on Feb 5, 2008 1:28:35 GMT
Narrowing her eyes as he changed gracefully from a cat to a human, Erys arched an eyebrow, only slightly suprised that there was yet another cat animagus at Hogwarts. "They should be horse-whipped." His owners. Cracking a grin, the Slytherin stared down at herself, tut-tutting with a frown. "Now look what you've done! Ruined my shirt." Mentally reminding herself to Reparo her clothing later, she glanced at his bleeding, soon-to-be-battle-scars. I got you good. She thought with a smirk.
"Oh, should I?" Imitating a surprised expression while slapping her palm to her chest, Erys then appeared quite skeptical as she replied with, "You should count yourself lucky I dont cut your house points in half." A partial lie. She couldn't deduce that much, but still, a fair amount could've been removed. Crossing her arms over her chest in case any of the scraps showed anything personal, the prefect licked her lips, laughing. "I kicked your ass, buddy." Wiping a few stray tears from her eyes, she added, "Whats your name, anyway?" Ignoring the constant twinge of pain from her back and chest, she gave him another once-over, before wiping a drop of blood from her hand.
Blood equals bad memories. For her, at least.[/color]
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Bradyn Reed
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Post by Bradyn Reed on Feb 5, 2008 1:53:13 GMT
Bradyn stopped inspecting his wounds to look up and frown at the girl. 'Typical Slytherin.' He thought with a sigh, but decided to ignore her comments.
"What a threat, squirrel killer." He said, rolling his eyes. Like hell she could do that, especially since he had just entertained her for such a long time. "Kicked my arse? Well, yours isn't looking too good either." He grumbled. Word battles were always harder for him than actual fights, and usually he only won when he got really worked up, something that would never happen with a rude slytherin girl.
Taking another glance at the wounds to his side, he decided that they would need to be bandaged now before he got lightheaded, or worse they scared! Taking a seat by the tree that had pretty much caused the fight, he glanced back up at her. "Bradyn Reed."
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Erys Grace
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Post by Erys Grace on Feb 11, 2008 23:19:02 GMT
Typical Slytherin indeed.
Erys narrowed her eyes, "You better believe it." Cracking a small grin, she shrugged her shoulders at his little jab, unphased. Only the people closest to her, could hurt her. Watching as he sat down, she licked her lips, "Erys Grace. Do you need to go to the hospital wing?" Just like her last trip to the infirmary, Erys was stubborn as a mule, refusing to accept the fact that she needed desperate medical aid. She firmly believed that no injuries could be too severe, or maybe she did, but her pride held strong. The healer nearly had to strap her to the table to get her to sit down.
Funny, that was the last time she ever saw him.
Scrunching up her face for a moment, Erys shook her head, trying to clear it as painful memories from the past clawed up within her. Her being bruised and bleeding didn't help, either. Not like she'd ever step foot in that medical place again. Somehow, it reeked of death. Like all hospitals. Death, death, death.[/color]
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Bradyn Reed
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Post by Bradyn Reed on Feb 16, 2008 19:13:03 GMT
Bradyn laughed and rolled her eyes. This girl was quite a Slytherin, but he wasn't going to get so hot-headed when he was himself. Cats were different than people, and he didn't like to admit that he'd lost his cool back then.
Looking up from inspecting himself, he gaped at the girl with a hurt expression. Him need medical aid? What kind of Ravenclaw did she think he was? Well, it was true that he couldn't repair flesh wounds, but still, it should be assumed that he wouldn't need help from other people. "Hmph. If I need medical attention, then, I think, I can assume you do too and your prides just too big to let you see that."
He frowned a bit and crossed his arms in front of his chest, trying to keep his irritation hidden from her. Like he could take much more mocking from the Slytherin girl before he snapped. It was bad enough that he was beaten by a girl.
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Erys Grace
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Post by Erys Grace on Feb 17, 2008 3:02:33 GMT
Erys could tell she hit a tender spot, the moment he gaped at her. He seemed surprised that she thought he of all people needed help from someone like her. At least she wasn't some drunken tramp. Quite proud of himself, wasn't he? Hmph'ing to herself, the Slytherin arched an eyebrow, reluctantly willing to walk him there. "I'm fine, now lets go. I'll walk you there in case you fall up the stairs or something." Snicking in a friendly, not malicious, way, she reached for his arm with the hopes of guiding him back to the castle.
"I dont like hospitals. Too many bad memories." The prefect then explained, tight-lipped on the subject. What had happened last term and what followed were.. Two of the hardest moments in her entire life. Being back in the infirmary would only be salt in the wounds. There was no need for that. Willing away the image of.. Him from her mind, Erys shook her head to clear it, hoping he wouldn't struggle against her attempts to lead the way. He needed medical help. She'd make do on her own.[/color]
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Bradyn Reed
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Post by Bradyn Reed on Feb 17, 2008 16:32:02 GMT
Bradyn grumbled a bit to himself, realizing that she was quite determined to see him off to the Hospital Wing. He would much rather tend to his wounds himself but it was obvious Erys would not allow that. Sighing, he reached up and grabbed her hand, gently hauling himself off the ground and wincing a bit when he pulled at the wounds across his side. Beaten by a girl in a fight, and then she worries about him like his mom; today just wasn't his day.
Letting go of her, he steadied himself on his feet, well sort of. His legs seemed to shake a bit and he silently cursed them before he leaned against her for support. Perhaps she was right, but that still didn't mean that Bray was going to be happy about being dragged to medical attention. What was he going to say 'Oh, I got in a cat fight and I lost.', no!
Looking at her, he smiled a bit to her. "Well, I'm sure there's no one in this world that has good memories in the hospital." Bray said, trying to sound reassuring with his pessimistic statement.
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Erys Grace
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Post by Erys Grace on Feb 23, 2008 16:14:20 GMT
Erys still pretty much had Bray in tow, dragging him if need be to the hospital wing. But now that she was sure he was following, she slowed her pace, checking his wounds to see if they were gaping or heavily bloody. Nodding as she agreed completely with his statement, the Slytherin found there was nothing she could say, but smile and appreciate his effort to alleviate the atmosphere some. Some of the time he looked annoyed, whether at her or himself, for being beaten by one of the female species or the fact that she was dead-set on having him looked at. She wasn't joshing after him, it was because a. he was a Ravenclaw, and they weren't that bad. Probably the best house underneath Slytherin, in her opinion, and b. If he refused to go by himself, and died of blood-loss or something, it would probably be her fault. So there. He was going to the infirmary!
Perhaps this was a habit adopted by her when Joshua fussed over her way back when the vampire attacked them. At least he had given her some good trait before he left. "Surely you dont want your hot young bod to be, god forbid-" She paused to gasp dramatically, "Scarred!" Dun dun duuuuuuun. Slapping the back of her palm to her forehead, Erys pretended to be overcome with horror, as if the fact were the most terrible thing in the entire world. All fun and games.[/color]
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