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Post by LYDIA G. VAN HELSING on Aug 15, 2015 1:00:46 GMT
It was growing late in the day and it was safe to say that everyone was exhausted and ready to hit the showers so that they could head back to the common room. There was no denying that Aiden was really stepping into his role as captain and leader of the Gryffindor quidditch team. He seemed to be taking the role very seriously and Lydia had to admire him, honestly... regardless of whatever emotional attachments she had to him. Despite John's complaints that Aiden was practically running a concentration camp, and Mercy's patience running thin, she knew that their fellow teammates put a lot of faith in their captain as well. Hopefully it would pay off in the first quidditch match of the season. Of course, there comes a point in every practice, especially long and hard ones like that day's practice in particular, that you just had to accept that you weren't going to get any more out of your players. There were a number of signs signaling that the team had had enough for one day. First, Mercy was finally fed up with John and hit him in the face with the quaffle, prompting his nose to bleed for a short while. He'd insisted that he was fine though and stopped practicing only until the bleeding stopped. At one point Cailan's bat flew right out of his hand, clobbering Eric in the back of the head. The last straw, however, was when a stray bludger knocked Lydia right off of her broom. She'd been lucky that she wasn't too high up, or else the fall might have caused a great deal of damage. As it was though, the only actual injury she sustained was to her leg, mostly in the ankle. Laying on her back, on the field, the chaser had her leg bent in toward her chest as she clutched her lower leg and ankle. She was clearly in pain, her broom laying on the ground a few feet away. "Are you alright?!" Mercy asked, landing safely on the ground and running over to her. "Definitely not," Lydia groaned, closing her eyes tightly. "Can you get up and walk?" Eric asked, landing now as well. Great, they were all going to crowd around her and suffocate her now, weren't they? "That was the best bludger hit I've seen in a while!" John said excitedly, now walking over with his broom in one hand. "It was almost as awesome as Moran being knocked out from a thousand feet in the air during the last World Cup!""John, you're such a moron!" Mercy said, giving her brother a look. "Can't you see that she's hurt?!" Mercy gave him a shove and Cailan just shook his head at the two. "How many fingers am I holding up?" Cailan asked Lydia, standing over her and holding up four fingers. Of course, Lydia just gave him a look. "I fell on my leg, not my head, you dipshit" she snapped at him. It probably sounded a little meaner than she meant it to, but she was in a lot of pain! She wouldn't be surprised if her ankle was already swollen. "I'm sorry Lydia... but it looks like that leg is going to have to come off," John said, shaking his head sadly. "You guys aren't helping!" Mercy complained. "Do you need help getting up?" she asked her friend, clearly concerned. Lydia shook her head and closed her eyes again, feeling sick. The world was spinning from the pain that she was in. "No, just leave me here to die and get back to practicing," she insisted. She didn't even want to even think about moving right then, but she knew she would have to sooner or later. "God, please, no," John begged. The last thing he wanted to do was get back to practicing right then. "If you're going to die, take me with you." Lydia just groaned at that. "God no. I can hardly stand you in this life, why would I want to take you with me into the afterlife?"MercyLydiaEricJohnCailan |
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Post by Aiden L. Blackwell on Aug 15, 2015 4:28:39 GMT
They had been at it for well into their fourth hour, doing the same plays over and over again just to be sure they had it down perfectly. But as the day grew shorter their performance grew worse and Athena was beginning to get in a rather foul mood. Glaring at him and murmuring things that she would love to do to their Captain, things that weren’t all sunshine and rainbows. Aiden of course was growing frustrated with everyone for not staying on their game. ”Come on guys! How are we going to expect to win if we can’t even a long practice?! What if the match ends up lasting longer than that?! Are you all going to just quit?” He had said at one point.
When Lydia was hit with the bludger, it was the one point in her life that Athena was happy to see someone get hurt. Because that meant practice would be over. Landing near Lydia she saw that her ankle was definitely busted. ”Don’t take this the wrong way Lydia, but thank God you got hurt. I don’t think I could have handled another minute up there without hurting Aiden.” She said, plopping herself on the grass. Speaking of the devil…he didn’t look happy at all.
He took one look at Lydia’s leg and groaned audibly. Great, now they would have to stop practice and hope that they had gotten in enough practice that they could dominate the first match. ”I guess practice is over for today. But if we don’t win the match don’t come crying to me about it. Lydia, you should have the nurse look at that, we need you at 100%.” He said, glancing around at her friends, Katerina included as she had shown up to watch the last half of their practice.
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Post by LYDIA G. VAN HELSING on Aug 16, 2015 1:34:57 GMT
”She’s laying there and practically dying, and your mind is still on a quidditch match that’s weeks away!” Mercy complained, hands on her hips as she stood over Lydia, giving Aiden a dirty look. ”What if she has to have her leg amputated?! What if she’s never going to walk again?!”
”Wait, what?” Lydia asked, blinking up at her best friend as she said all of this. All of this talk of amputation and never walking again… it wasn’t exactly making her feel any better. Oh god… what if she really did hurt herself badly enough that they would have to cut her foot or leg off?! ”Way to make her panic, Merc,” Cailan said. ”She doesn’t need her legs to throw a quaffle,” John pointed out.
”I hate all of you,” Lydia groaned, feeling sick. She just wanted to close her eyes and never move again. ”I don’t think she’s going to be getting up any time soon, guys,” Eric pointed out, rubbing the back of his neck and sighing and looking over at Mercy.
A devilish look crossed both of their faces. ”Athena, Kat and I have to go meet Professor Trelawney,” Mercy said. Lydia’s eyes snapped to her best friends suspiciously. ”What are you talking about?” she asked them. She was quite sure that if there were plans to get see Trelawney, she would have been involved in them. Mercy gave Kat and Athena a sly look, like she wanted them to play along. Oh god, no… Lydia suddenly had a feeling she knew what they were trying to do. ”So I guess one of you guys will have to help take her up to the hospital wing…”
”I have to go meet the headmaster about some… head boy stuff,” Eric insisted. John seemed to catch on to this as well. ”I have detention,” he said. Actually, that one might have been true. John received detention quite often. When Cailan just continued to stare at him, Eric elbowed him in the ribs. ”OW!” he winced, rubbing the spot. ”What was that for?!” he snapped at Eric.
He looked confused as Eric gave him a pointed look. When he looked from Lydia to Aiden though, it suddenly clocked. ”Oh… right. I have to go to the bathroom.” Eric and Mercy gave him a look, as if to say “you couldn’t think of a better excuse than that?”
Everyone was backing away from her and Aiden, practically ready to run for it. She was going to kill them if she was ever able to get up off of the ground. ”Guys…” she said, her green eyes practically pleading with Mercy, Athena, and Kat. ”You can take her… right Aiden?” Eric asked, winking at his best friend.
”Please don’t leave me….” Lydia begged. ”Sorry, Lydia,” Mercy said with a smile on her face that suggested that she wasn’t sorry about this at all. Lydia’s face flushed and she pushed herself into a sitting position as everyone started to walk away from her and Aiden. ”Don’t leave me!” UGH! They were going to pay for this later. She could only imagine how they would make her spill her guts about being left alone with her crush later that night. Looking up at Aiden, she had a bit of a blush on her face. ”You don’t have to help me,” she insisted, not wanting him to feel obligated to do so. Of course, if he didn’t help her, she wasn’t going to be able to stand let alone walk up to the hospital wing. She could probably drag herself with her arms, but it would take a very long time.
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Post by Aiden L. Blackwell on Aug 16, 2015 2:25:57 GMT
”Stop being so dramatic Mercy, she isn’t dying and I HIGHLY doubt that she would need anything amputated.” Aiden replied, thoroughly annoyed. He looked around at his friends slash teammates and wondered how he ever fell into their crowd in the first place. Oh right, his dad was best friends with their dads how could he ever forget. He almost convinced himself that he didn’t really hate any of them when they all suddenly decided they had way better things to do than help Lydia to the hospital wing, and he had a strong gut feeling that both groups had the same intentions. Oh bloody hell why did they always have to do this. Ever since that dreaded bathroom incident they had been trying to get them together.
He watched them all back away and go in opposite directions, shooting daggers at them with his eyes as Lydia pleaded with them not to go. Well, how awkward was this? ”Yes I do, how else were you planning on making it back up to the castle? By floating yourself there?” He said sarcastically as he bent to get a better look at her leg and ankle. From all the swelling he couldn’t tell if it was just a bad sprain or if it was broken, and he knew she wasn’t about to let him go touching it. So he did the next best thing. ”You might want to brace yourself, this is going to hurt for a minute or so….” Aiden told her, giving her a good two seconds to brace herself as much as possible then said ”Ferula” pointing his wand at her ankle and watched as bandages and a brace materialized tightly around her busted up leg.
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Post by LYDIA G. VAN HELSING on Aug 16, 2015 14:39:45 GMT
"I have arms. I could drag myself back up to the school," Lydia insisted, rolling her eyes at him. When he went to take a look at her leg and ankle, she kept her vivid, green eyes on him. He stomach was twisting into knots, as it often did when he was around. "I'm sure I would make it up there sometime before Christmas..." She really hated being in such pain, but she also hated the sensation of vulnerability. She hated having to have other people take care of her... but at least this gave her the chance to be alone with Aiden, despite how much she wanted to cause her teammates physical harm for abandoning them.
"What are yo-" she started to ask, but the splint wrapping around her leg pretty much answered that question. He was right though; it did hurt and it hurt like a bitch. Crying out in pain, she rolled around a little, tears stinging her eyes. "God that hurt!" she complained, even though she knew he was trying trying to hep her out. Even so, in that moment, all she wanted to do was punch him in the face for just making the pain worse, but she settles for letting out a slew of profanities instead. Punching him in the face would take more energy than she had in that moment.
After a moment, the pain lessened a little and she was able to think clearly again. "Aiden, please don't take this the wrong way, but I really hate you right now. It's nothing personal," she whined, clutching her now stable leg. As much as she wanted to murder him... if she did, she was sort of screwed and wouldn't be able to make it back up to the castle. She felt bad for making him stay longer than he had to just so he could help her out. She was sure that he had better things to do.
"I don't want to move right now, so how bout we do this... I'll stay here, and you can send someone to get me in the morning?" she asked him, only half jokingly. She really just wanted the pain to stop.
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Post by Aiden L. Blackwell on Aug 24, 2015 0:18:51 GMT
Aiden had the sudden urge to roll his eyes at her for telling him she hated him. It wasn’t like it was his fault that their teammates abandoned them because they wanted to push the two of them together. And it wasn’t his fault that she had gotten hit by a bludger and hurt her ankle. He almost told her that she was being a tad bit dramatic but then thought better of it. Telling the girl you like that you think she’s dramatic was sure to not win you any points. But it was true…she was being a bit dramatic.
He gave her a look that clearly said she needed to suck it up a bit and said sarcastically ”I don’t think anyone wants to see you still laying here in the morning, it’s not likely to be a pretty sight. Did you forget that Slytherin’s have the field in the morning? I’m sure they’d love to replace their Quaffle with you floating in the air.” Aiden almost laughed at the idea but barely managed to suppress it.
”Look, either you get up and hobble up to the hospital wing or I’m going to float you there, in full view of everyone one so that they know that you’re too injured to walk up there yourself.” Aiden added, raising his wand as if he was actually about to make her float in the air. He hoped that it would make her panic enough to get up, but if it didn’t he fully intended to go through with the threat. He most certainly wasn’t just going to leave her laying there.
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Post by LYDIA G. VAN HELSING on Aug 24, 2015 4:21:17 GMT
"Are you saying I would make an ugly quaffle?" she asked him. He was right though... she didn't want to be out there when the Slytherins came to practice. When he threatened to float her up to the hospital wing, Lydia narrowed her green eyes. "You wouldn't dare..." she said in a dangerously suspicious way. Looking at his wand though, she knew that he would, the bastard. Of course she wanted to avoid such a scenario as best she could.
Reluctantly, Lydia held out her hand so that he could help her up, also taking a moment to pull the sleeve of her tank back up on her shoulder. It kept sliding down on her. There was no way she would be able to stand up or walk on her own. Lydia may have been acting a little dramatic and theatrical, but she truly was in a lot of pain. "Fine, but you're not just dropping me in the hospital wing and leaving me all by myself." She wasn't just saying this because she liked him and wanted him to hang around longer, she really just didn't want to be alone. Okay, it was also partially because she liked him.
"I don't need you abandoning me too." Mercy, Kat, and Athena were so going to hear about it later. They were under the allusion that this was helping her get closer to Aiden, but was it really? She was willing to bet that the last thing he wanted to do was take her up to the hospital wing. He probably had better things to do like homework, messing around with Eric and Cailan, or even oggling over some girl that he liked. Her stomach turned at that bit. She didn't really like the sound of that last thought too much.
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Post by Aiden L. Blackwell on Aug 25, 2015 4:42:34 GMT
Aiden finally couldn’t resist the urge and rolled his eyes at her. ”Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying, you’d make the ugliest quaffle since they tried to make that baby mountain troll one.” He told her, referring of course to Killian, John and Jared’s antics from a few years back when a ‘small’ mountain troll wandered onto the grounds. It had been a major fiasco and had ended with the whole team in detention for a month. And the funny part was, Aiden would do it all over again in a heartbeat.
He just gave her the most serious look ever as she tried to decide whether or not he would actually float her up to the castle. He was relieved though when she seemed to finally come to the conclusion that he actually would go through with it. ”I seriously don’t recall you ever being so dramatic before. Is this what happens when you’re injured? Maybe I need to start wrapping you in an invisible bubble every time we play for now on.” Aiden said as he picked her up from her spot on the ground and, not without looking at her boobs, he wrapped her right arm around his shoulder so that he could help her hobble up to the castle.
”Seriously though, no one’s abandoning you Lydia.” Aiden said, all too aware that she had practically been abandoned by both of her parents. ”Fine, I’ll stay, but you better not draw it out after it’s been healed, we need you for the upcoming game or else we’re toast.” He told her, subtly complimenting her on her quidditch abilities. Mercy and Athena were good chasers too, but if they had to replace Lydia for their first match Aiden thought he might cry…in a manly way of course.
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Post by LYDIA G. VAN HELSING on Aug 25, 2015 16:38:21 GMT
Okay, so Lydia couldn't help but smile a little when he mentioned the baby mountain troll quaffle incident. As he helped her up, Lydia, of course, didn't notice his wandering eyes. "That's actually a great idea, you know. Do you know how much I could probably score from an invisible bubble? I mean, we would totally get suspended for cheating, but still..." She glanced sideways over at him as they started to make their way up to the school.
"I might just draw it out another day or two... try to get out of a few classes, you know?" she responded, a devilish smile on her face. "But hey, if you need someone to fill in for me in the first match, why not Killian?" This was a joke, of course. Quidditch was Lydia's life... there was no way in hell she was going to miss out on the first match of the season, even if they had to take off her leg as her friends so delicately put it.
"Don't worry about the match, Aiden, I could be half dead and I would still play. Nothing could ever stop me from playing quidditch." They were getting closer to the school and, while Aiden made the trip a million times easier, her ankle and leg were still throbbing. She couldn't help but wince every now and then. When they finally made it to the entrance hall, there was only a handful of stragglers hanging around, everybody starting to head back to their dorms.
Over by the entrance to the dungeons, Marc Valen was talking to one of his skanks. When he looked over and saw his two favorite Gryffindors, however, a twisted smile crossed his face. "Oh god..." Lydia said, watching as Marc said something to the Slytherin girl before walking off toward Lydia and Aiden. The girl had a sour look on her face and she shot Lydia a glare before stalking off toward the dungeons.
"So how did you break Van Helsing's leg, Blackwell?" Marc asked, smirking at the two of them as he got between them and the stairs. "Is that your tactic now? So that she can't run away from you?" Lydia's green eyes blazed. Why the hell was Marc always choosing to bother her? What had she ever done to deserve the displeasure of even looking at him. He had always bothered her, but he hadn't actually started making advances and "flirting" with her until the year before. Of course, his style of flirting just drove her farther away. What she didn't know was that Marc Valen took a special interest in her because the one person he hated most was into her. "Go eat a dick, Valen," Lydia said, tempted to reach for her wand.
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Post by Aiden L. Blackwell on Sept 1, 2015 16:45:13 GMT
"Oh God no, Killian is better off being commentator instead of actually playing the game. He'd get us into more trouble than John does, no way do we want the both of them on the team together." Aiden said shuddering at the thought. He might be close to Killian but there was no way he would ever let him even step on the quidditch pitch while he was Captain. It wasn't that he couldn't play, he just was always up to something joke wise.
He gave her a look when she talked about drawing out the injury to get herself out of a few classes. Okay so sure, he would love to get out of some of his classes also preferably History of Magic since it was so dull, but he was all about keeping up his grades so he hadn't missed many classes in the past years unless it was absolutely necessary. "Just make sure you don't get behind in them." Aiden warned, he would rather all his players stay caught up academically as well...if they started slipping he might just make them do homework during practice time if it got bad enough.
Honestly he had known nothing would keep her from playing but sometimes people could surprise you. "Good, because we need you. The team would fall flat without you...any of you really. I swear we're the best team Gryffindor has had in years." Aiden said proudly. It was going to be a great year, he looked forward to winning the cup this year.
Aiden groaned inside when Marcus stepped towards them. Of course they couldn't make it to the hospital wing without running into the likes of him. He wished, not for the first time, that he could curse him or turn him into something foul. "Ah you know, I just had my team surround her and pull her from each end until something broke." He said sarcastically. "Well you know, now that I think about it, it would be a great tactic with you. Then you couldn't run away crying like the cowardly piece of shit that you are." Aiden told him. He really had no patience when it came to Marc...he really wished he could fine a reason to get him expelled from the school.
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Post by LYDIA G. VAN HELSING on Sept 2, 2015 2:12:07 GMT
Marc clearly didn't appreciate being called a piece of shit by the likes of Aiden and stepped closer, pulling his wand out. "You want to say that again?" he asked Aiden, dangerously, as if he would actually curse him right there. Lydia would love to see him try though. "You're a cowardly piece of shit," Lydia said to him with a smirk, before Aiden could respond. "That is what you said right?" she asked Aiden, sarcasm thick in her tone, before turning back to Marc. "I can say it slower, if you want..." When he looked at her, she could see that he was torn between getting angrier with her for repeating this, or letting it go.
"I'm wounded," he said to her, feigning heartbreak. "Maybe we could go to the Hospital Wing together, Van Helsing. What do you say?" He cocked his head to the side, looking down at her as if he thought his advances her wanted. "Ditch Blackwell and I'll help you out. Maybe make a stop by a broom closet or an empty classroom on our way there." He winked at her and Lydia cringed, her face turning red. "I'd rather go into a broom closet with a blast ended skrewt, thank you very much. And if I had the use of my leg right about now, I'd kick you in the balls."
"So you'd still rather go with this prick?" He arched a brow and pointed his thumb in Aiden's direction. Anger was bubbling up inside her and she certainly didn't appreciate how he referred to Aiden as a prick when Marc was clearly the prick. When she spoke again, you could tell she was getting angry. She actually let go of Aiden so that her right arm was free, in case she felt the need to go for her wand. She didn't move away from him though... she couldn't really anyway. "You're damn right. Aiden's much more pleasant to be around than you'll ever be, and I'm willing to bet he's better company in a broom closet as well!"
Marc apparently didn't like it when his manhood was questioned. Gripping his wand tightly, he stepped forward to get into her face. "Listen here, sweetheart, I-" BAM! Whatever Marc had been planning on saying to her, they would never know because Lydia cut him off by punching him right in the face. It was a great hit that sent him reeling backwards, knocking him right to the floor. "DON'T call me sweetheart," Lydia seethed, watching with satisfaction as blood poured from Marc's busted nose.
It was pretty safe to say that Marc was furious. Pulling his hand away from his nose and seeing the blood, the Slytherin jumped to his feet. "YOU FUCKING BITCH," he snarled, raising his wand in a flash to curse her for what she had done.
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