with fire and b r e a t h e

“Falling over doesn’t land me in the hospital wing.” Elias said, then paused slightly. “Usually.” He muttered, crossing his arms stubbornly. “Did you tell Professor Scamander that? He probably would have given you one of those treats with potions in them. To make them docile… then he probably wouldn’t have gotten defensive.”

He laughed lowly at Elias before thanking the nurse for helping patch up the wound on his chest and slipping his shirt back on over his head, grimacing as it tugged and shot small pain through his torso. “I had, though it seems the dose wasn’t enough,” he replied. The dragon he had been working with was newer than the others, so Elon had still been trying to get to know the dragon. “In any case, at least it was me and not someone else.”

It was unsurprising that Elon could say something was wrong with him. He knew him far too well, and Blaise was not at the point to be keeping his emotions on check at the moment. He tried to  form the words to explain, but what was he to tell the other. He didn’t even know that Blaise was a werewolf. “I fucked up.” he finally manged to say. “I fucked up, Elon.” 

How quick Blaise was to admit something was wrong, even without giving details, was a clear sign that whatever happened was big. Whatever it was, the hallway wasn’t the place to have the conversation. “Come, lets get some fresh air,” he directed, waiting to see if Blaise would follow before leading home down the hall. Luckily they weren’t far from an exit, and once they were outside in a quiet corner of the castle, he spoke again. “We don’t have to talk about it, but if you do...” he let his words hang in the air, not wanting to pressure Blaise to speak, but he was here for him.

Dorcas had just brought a younger student to the hospital wing. Poor kid got hurt tripping in the stairs, nothing serious but he was crying so she figured escorting him there would be the best thing to do. She was just on her way out when she caught sight of the other boy, looking over curiously. “Yes, because that looks like a wound a normal human could do.” She started, letting a slight grin appear. “Please, tell me the whole story, I need to know.”

“Never said the other guy was human,” Elon corrected, though he knew that could be easily assumed. He did hestiate when she asked what happened. He could get a bit abhrensive to talk about the dangers of dragons, as many people only viewed them as such, but there was so much more to them than that. “Lets just say, don’t annoy a cranky dragon.”

It was dawn and when Blaise became human again, the memories of the previous night came crashing back and it was making him lose his mind. He had hurt someone, his worst fear had come true and he was in shock through out the time Pomfrey had spent fixing his wounds up in his cabin in the Forbidden Forest. When he made his way back to the castle, he showed no signs of being the monster who had hurt an innocent girl when he had been in his werewolf form. He was unsure where to go as he made his way inside the castle in the early hours of the morning, the only thing keeping him sane was the fact that Dumbledore told him while Alina was hurt, she was safe and he hadn’t turned her. He was in no condition to speak to anyone, he was still processing what had happened – but he came across Elon on his way and before he could find a way to hide away, the others eyes met his and Blaise had no choice except to talk to him. @elonxatkinson​ 

One look at him, and Elon could tell something happened. Blaise wasn’t one who could be read easily, his thoughts and emotions hidden behind a constant brooding expression, but Elon had known him for years, and over that time he learned to read through him. “Brother, what happened?” he asked.

Elias rolled his eyes at the other when he tried to play off his injury, and he crossed his arms at him. “I was there, Elon. Don’t be an idiot.” He teased, leaning against the wall as he watched. “I told you not to touch his chest like that, he hates that. Almost bit my arm off last week because of it.” 

Elon raised a brow when Elias called him an idiot. “I will remember this the next time you fall over,” he teased, remembering all the times he helped the clumsy boy. “I know, I was hoping he would be calm enough around me so that I could patch up that cut he got there.”

Sun rolled her eyes as he joked, watching the healer work on his wound. “I swear, Elon, of course you’d choose the most dangerous creature to work with.” Sitting down on the bed across from him, she shook her head. “How many times do I have to come to the Hospital Wing just to see you here?”

Elon chuckled. “They aren’t the most dangerous,” he corrected her. It was’t the first time they had this type of discussion. He watched her as she sat down on the bed, Sun being a good distraction to focus on while the nurse cleaned the wound. “I think I might have lost count,” he joked. “I’ve been better though.” He remembered when he first started his major, how much easier it was to get injured. Lately, his occurances here due to the dragons did not happen as much.

Aurélie was known for having a bit of a bleeding heart, or so she was told (she preferred the term energetically empathetic.) So when she saw a boy, who couldn’t have been more than a year or two younger than her, clearly injured, she just had to make sure he made his way to the hospital wing, one way or another. He seemed to be more stubborn than most injured people, and when he said it wasn’t that bad, she raised an eyebrow dubiously. 

“It looks mildly unpleasant, I’ll be honest with you.” She said, glancing at it as a nurse dabbed at it and wincing slightly. She wasn’t afraid of blood but sometimes she could be a little faint of heart. “What creature did this? My Care of Magical Creatures grade isn’t the best unfortunately.”

Elon looked over at the girl who approached him. “Mildly is the correct term,” he told her. He may had build up a tolerance to pain, and he was serious when he mentioned that it looked worse than it did. The nurse finished patching it up, and he began putting his shirt back on as he answered her question, “A dragon. Nicked me a bit with it’s tail.”

Vivian’s eyes were narrowed, arms crossed over her chest as she stared at her friend. “You look like shit,” She countered, rolling her eyes. “Honestly, Elon, you should be more careful.”

“Thanks,” he replied with a small chuckle. He winced once more when the nurse started to apply some salve to the wound. “I know,” he relented, fully aware that simple mistakes like this could end up much worse. “Abraxas was just having a bad day.”

Was that BLAIR REDFORD I just saw walking down the hallways? Oh wait, no - that was ELON ATKINSON. The CIS MALE is a 20-year-old GRYFFINDOR who is in 10TH YEAR. I heard the MUGGLEBORN has chosen to STAY NEUTRAL which explains why HE is CALM and HONOURABLE, but also RUMINATIVE and WITHDRAWN. But who really knows? (ooc: nyssa) ( tw: abuse )