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DaniDiNardo · 01-11-2017, 04:34 PM

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Originally Posted by Erindipity

Dora could feel the blood pooling at her forehead, which probably meant she wasn't dead. But, she was VERY aware of the pain that was radiating there. She was unwilling to move just yet, though. Hearing Blaise's voice was nice. He was trying to help while she was currently trying to fall through the floor and die. How lovely.

All he got in response, though, was another groan. A very low and pained groan for the moment.

Was he asking her to move? Hmm. Could she? Using her arms to lift herself up the tiniest bit, she turned her head toward the sound of his voice, blood dripping down her face. "Couldyoupickupmyletterplease" she said in a decidedly slurred voice before laying her cheek back to the cold floor.

Definitely not dead, but not exactly well.

Yup. Dead. She was definitely dead and his quill was witness to the fact of it all. The Fifth Year was pretty sure you didn't get detentions for this kind of thing and could only barely begin to imagine just how much trouble he really was in when he heard the faint mumbling.

Blaise eased away a bit, being sure to give her plenty of room when she began stirring, but the easing soon turn to a full on stagger backward and a fall onto his bum when he caught sight of the bleeding.

Holy Kneazle. She was probably still dead afterall.

The boy barely had time to process what she'd said before her face was once again on the cold, concrete floor . The letter? There was a letter...? "Uh...sure." He began looking about, finding that the parchment hadn't gotten all that far. Blaise hopped off the floor to grab it before coming to a crouch next to her. "I....think we might need to get you to the Healer. I'm the last person you want attempting healing charms on you."

Just wasn't a good idea, ever.

01-11-2017, 04:34 PM	#14 (permalink)
DaniDiNardo Crup Join Date: May 2012 Location: Over here! (GMT -5) Posts: 17,239 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ruth (Rae) Elliot Gryffindor First Year x12 x12	Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite Quote: Originally Posted by Erindipity Dora could feel the blood pooling at her forehead, which probably meant she wasn't dead. But, she was VERY aware of the pain that was radiating there. She was unwilling to move just yet, though. Hearing Blaise's voice was nice. He was trying to help while she was currently trying to fall through the floor and die. How lovely. All he got in response, though, was another groan. A very low and pained groan for the moment. Was he asking her to move? Hmm. Could she? Using her arms to lift herself up the tiniest bit, she turned her head toward the sound of his voice, blood dripping down her face. "Couldyoupickupmyletterplease" she said in a decidedly slurred voice before laying her cheek back to the cold floor. Definitely not dead, but not exactly well. Yup. Dead. She was definitely dead and his quill was witness to the fact of it all. The Fifth Year was pretty sure you didn't get detentions for this kind of thing and could only barely begin to imagine just how much trouble he really was in when he heard the faint mumbling. Blaise eased away a bit, being sure to give her plenty of room when she began stirring, but the easing soon turn to a full on stagger backward and a fall onto his bum when he caught sight of the bleeding. Holy Kneazle. She was probably still dead afterall. The boy barely had time to process what she'd said before her face was once again on the cold, concrete floor . The letter? There was a letter...? "Uh...sure." He began looking about, finding that the parchment hadn't gotten all that far. Blaise hopped off the floor to grab it before coming to a crouch next to her. "I....think we might need to get you to the Healer. I'm the last person you want attempting healing charms on you." Just wasn't a good idea, ever. __________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________ ______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.