Alexander Griffiths
Hogwarts Staff
Professor History of Magic
...Angels guide me, but fate plays with me...[on:Color][of:Black and white]
Posts: 327
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Post by Alexander Griffiths on Jun 2, 2008 0:13:40 GMT -5
Xander walked(limped) to the library, he was in a bad mood. Having his left arm in a sling and his right leg was hurting every step he took, He also wanted to get away from eyes who were following his every step. Like they haven't seen an injured professor he thought, walking towards the library. He just hoped that he could find peace in the library, he knew where to go and hopefully no one still goes there.
He reached the library doors and opened it, walking inside quickly and hiding his arm. He made a bee line for the farthest parts of the library, he wasn't even in the mood to greet anyone there or acknowledged that anyone was there. He went straight for the shelves where he knew he wouldn't be bothered, no one ever goes there, as far as he remembers. He sighed in relief as he reached the farthest of the shelves there, these were farther than he'd ever went. He looked around and waved his wand and a part of the dusty area was cleared, he then conjured a chair and sat down. He looked around and sighed, Now this is what I call peace and quiet he thought.
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Post by viola on Jun 2, 2008 0:21:24 GMT -5
Rounding the shelves, Annemarie picked up a her lantern and read the book titles one by one. They were not exactly what she was looking for, but after her meeting with Sister Mary Ellen, she had to see. She had to see if what she had said was true... her life was like a myth unraveling before her? How was that so? Annemarie swished the loose brown curls that crowded her neck, so that it laid behind her on her back as she looked up at the books. Nothing on muggle myths any where, or so she could see. Sighing, Annemarie wandered around the stacks where the muggle books were held, deep within the libraries depths.
Another corner rounded, and then another, finally brought her out to where a man unknowingly sat. As her eyes wandered from the tops of the stacks to infront of her, Annemarie gasped and jumped, dropping the lantern, which went out immediately and backed into another shelf. She didn't get a good look at the person whom sat in the isle, but at the same time, she was a bit freaked out to find someone back there to begin with. "Oh, excuse me," she said, still a bit afraid to move, for the darkness reminded her of shadows from an empty past. The woman could hardly sleep in the dark, let alone function in it... it was a fear not many knew of, and not one she'd readily admit to.
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Alexander Griffiths
Hogwarts Staff
Professor History of Magic
...Angels guide me, but fate plays with me...[on:Color][of:Black and white]
Posts: 327
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Post by Alexander Griffiths on Jun 2, 2008 0:27:47 GMT -5
Xander was busy reading the titles of the books infront of him, he got interested all of a sudden. He remembered that this was also the part where he had been in his past, he looked down, frowning at the concept that he couldn't find the muggle book that he had once been interested in. How can that be? I couldn't.. he thought, but it was cut short by something dropping. He immediately whipped his wand and out and lit it, then he stood up and looked around. There was a broken lamp at the end of the shelf, that was the thing that dropped, but who dropped it?
Xander looked around, then he started walking towards the lamp. He heard a voice as he was nearing it, someone apologizing. "Who are you? show yourself" he said in a commanding voice. Clearly it was a tone that meant not to mess with him, he was really in a foul mood and his arm and leg still hurts. He waved his wand and the shattered lamp was fixed, then he levitated it to is hands and lit it again. He wondered who could be interested in this place, let alone go here.
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Post by viola on Jun 2, 2008 0:34:34 GMT -5
The light came back on and Annemarie could see the face now that she had already recognized the voice of. Xander stood before her, and she just looked away, thinking to herself that this was not exactly how she wanted to meet up with him the next time she did so. Everything Sister Mary Ellen had said to her was coming back, piece by piece, but at the same time, Annemarie found it hard to accept that loving someone wasn't an awful thing for a woman to do. Of course, loving was Sister Mary Ellen's words, not Annemarie's, and until she could admit that to herself... Annemarie didn't know exactly what she would do. Her lips tingled, remembering their last meeting and she shook her head to try and rid herself of the memory. It wasn't right... was it?
One step in front of the other, Annemarie walked into the lamp's light that Xander held, looking directly into his eyes. Her brown eyes were deep with wonder, and danced with amusement. "Or you'll do what Mr. Griffiths?" she asked softly, a slight tease in her throat. She looked around the stacks and wanted to roll her eyes, but didn't. This was an odd place for him to be, and an even odder place for the both of them to be together. Annemarie could already start to feel her pulse pick up rate again as she thought, and she had to keep herself from doing so. Not then... not there. Annemarie wouldn't allow it...
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Alexander Griffiths
Hogwarts Staff
Professor History of Magic
...Angels guide me, but fate plays with me...[on:Color][of:Black and white]
Posts: 327
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Post by Alexander Griffiths on Jun 2, 2008 0:46:43 GMT -5
Xander looked at Annemarie, and then he place the lamp down on the floor. He turned away from her as soon as he heard her say something, then he started limping back to his chair. But half-way there, Xander lost balance and his injured arm hit the bookshelf. He gasped as more pain shot through his body, he then slowly balanced himself again and started walking towards his chair again. He would ignore Annemarie if he had to, he just didn't know what to do. After that scene at the tower, he didn't know what to say to her.
Sitting down on the chair and looking down on his arm, Xander took out his wand and lit the tip of it. Then he pointed it at his arm and quickly withrew it. Blood, blood soaked the sling and the bandages. Xander shuddered at seeing it, it was one of his fears right now. Blood, lots of blood that is. Xander sighed and took off the sling, then he charmed off the bandages and replaced them. He also replaced the sling he was using with another clean one, he looked at the blood soaked bandage and sling, then he flicked his wand and vanished them.
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Post by viola on Jun 2, 2008 0:56:43 GMT -5
Annemarie picked up the lantern that Xander placed on the floor silently and went to turn and walk away. He couldn't even have the decency to say anything to her, and it pissed her off to no extent. Why had she even bothered? Wasting so much of her precious time with her dear old friend and Sister, only to speak about him mostly and what she should do about it. It infuriated her to her limits, and she just wanted to be done with him. If that was the way he'd treat her, then so be it. What she said in the tower would be it. No one would ever know, because there was nothing to know, and that was just that.
Taking a step to walk away, she heard him stumble from behind and looked back to where he was. She didn't notice his arm hitting the bookshelf, but she did notice a trail of liquid that fell slightly as he returned to his chair. He lit his wand up, and then just as fast put it out. Raising an eyebrow, Annemarie thought the behavior was peculiar and watched as her old friend and lover cleaned and bandaged himself. She was shocked, and for a few minutes stunned to her place. Was he hurt? What was it that he saw that he couldn't stand to clean up with the light on?
Moving closer to him, more now as a colleague than anything else, Annemarie lowered her lamp to see that the liquid that had trailed him was red, and thick. A small amount of gag threatened to escape from the Sltherin Head's mouth, but she forced the urge away. Walking over completely to where Xander was, she now saw that his arm, newly wrapped in clean bandages, was incredibly injured. Her face fluttered with concern as she just couldn't believe what she was seeing, and so she starred at him for a few moments without saying anything... not knowing exactly what to say.
Finally, she had to say something. She looked like a fool just standing there, and frankly, it wasn't doing any of them any good. "You need to get that looked at by the healer in the hospital wing... " Annemarie didn't order him, but her tone wasn't light either. It was concerned and more hurt than anything else. Had he not talked to her because he was hiding his injuries? She could only hope that was the reason... of course, how she sounded and what she said didn't sound like she cared much... or maybe, that was just the way it sounded to her... either way, Annemarie knew what was best, and if Xander knew any better, he'd listen to her.
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Alexander Griffiths
Hogwarts Staff
Professor History of Magic
...Angels guide me, but fate plays with me...[on:Color][of:Black and white]
Posts: 327
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Post by Alexander Griffiths on Jun 2, 2008 1:07:19 GMT -5
Xander stayed in his position, looking down at his arm. He was stunned at how much blood he saw, it must seem funny for others, but to the history professor, it wasn't. He developed a phobia with blood and seeing a lot of it, triggered the fear he felt. It didn't even register to his mind that Annemarie was standing there, looking at him. He jumped as she spoke though, and he could only utter a single word... "Blood.." It didn't even answer his colleague's suggestion for him to go to the hospital wing, not that he was being stubborn, he was lost.
He sat there, looking down at his arm and once in a while looking up at Annemarie. But it was the best reaction you could get from Xander after he saw all that blood. It...It...It came from my arm, I'm....bleeding he thought, looking down at his arm. Ofcourse he was bleeding, that's why he had bandages. He then looked down at his leg and this time didn't bother to light his wand, Annemarie was holding a lamp anyway. He slowly lifted a part of his pants that were covering his injured leg, then he closed his eyes as soon as he glimpsed a glimmer of red. He covered it again and shook his head, trying to rid his mind of the images of blood.
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Post by viola on Jun 2, 2008 1:18:33 GMT -5
Annemarie heard his words, and saw the man's face pale even further. There was something obviously wrong with him, and Anneamrie was unsure of exactly what it was. Kneeling down on one knee, she set the lamp down and looked up into Xander's face. He wasn't going anywhere unless she pushed him to do so, and frankly she knew it. However, she believed it was because of stubbornness rather than a phobia of blood she didn't realize he even had. Angrily, her brows pointed downward and she shook her head. "Yes, Xander... blood. And it's only going to get worse if you continue to play your silly games. Why don't you ever listen to me? You should go to the hospital wing where they can clear that up quickly..." she was already frustrated with him that he didn't talk to her, but now completely pretending that she was an idiot? It was infuriating, especially when he was clearly hurt.
Standing, Annemarie took the lamp she had in one hand and moved over to his uninjured arm and grabbed it slightly. "Come on, Xander... I'm not taking no for an answer either." Annemarie pulled up on him slightly and sighed. "You don't always have to be so tough..." she said mostly to herself as she rolled her eyes. This was ridiculous... he was ridiculous.
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Alexander Griffiths
Hogwarts Staff
Professor History of Magic
...Angels guide me, but fate plays with me...[on:Color][of:Black and white]
Posts: 327
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Post by Alexander Griffiths on Jun 2, 2008 1:29:16 GMT -5
Xander looked up fearfully at Annemarie, his face was chalk white and he watched as she tried to pull him up. "You...you..you don't understand" he said, wrenching his arm away from her grasp. "I...I'm scared of seeing...b...b..blood, lots of blood" he added, shaking his head and just sitting there again. What he said could make her laugh, tease him more or something. But right now, Xander didn't care. Right now all he was trying to do was calm down and think of something else other than blood, which wasn't working.
He sighed and closed his eyes, but he opened it again. He kept seeing blood, he couldn't even close his eyes without seeing that crimson liquid. He shook his head, desperately trying to forget what he saw. Come on, it's... I can't stand that much blood he thought, shaking his head still.
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Post by viola on Jun 7, 2008 0:01:38 GMT -5
Annemarie didn't understand. She understood fear, for the shadows in dark areas from her last year of school, still made her paranoid of alleys, the stacks of the library, and even at times her own wardrobe in her room. But blood? The mark on her hand stung, and she could feel Xander's fear pulsate through her entire arm, but she still could almost not believe it. This was the man, who as a boy, had made a blood pact with her... a promise on both ends that had never been fully accomplished due to their lack of time they had at the school when they'd made the pact... but still, it was with blood and had connected them fully. It had been one of the reasons why they had connected so easily, as well... at first, they could hide nothing from each other because of it... she couldn't even hide it then, how she felt for him.
Kneeling down, she wanted to look into his face... she wanted to make sure. He was paler than the moon and if it wasn't for the light she held, Annemarie would have been convinced that Xander was glowing. Looking around, Annemarie feared that another would pass by, or come to where they were and see her, but she heard no one at that time and her old friend needed some kind of support. It was obvious he needed to go to the hospital wing, but also just as obvious that he wasn't about to move without a gigantic push.
Her hand rose and Annemarie gently placed it upon Xander's cheek, making him look toward her and she tried to smile warmly. His face frightened her, as did her own actions worry her. It was nothing she wouldn't have done to a tortured soul back at St. Catherine's, or to a crying girl. Slowly, she began to talk. Her voice was that of a soft summer's breeze and probably the most caring even Xander had ever heard it. It was the nun training coming out in her; the only part of her that Sister Mary Ellen had said was nun like at all... her compassion for those who were like her. In a bind, with little or no help to guide them... "Xander," she called out gently. His head tried to shake, and yet she kept her hand upon it.
"Xander, I know your frightened," she paused, almost allowing 'my child' to slip from her mouth. Annemarie had to remember that he wasn't a student... "...but you have to help me help you. Walk with me to the Hospital wing. Please..." if anything she hoped he'd do it for her, and her brows furrowed more in concern. "For me, if not for yourself..." she couldn't have him dying right then and there from loss of blood... not after all of her revolutions after speaking with Mary Ellen.
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Alexander Griffiths
Hogwarts Staff
Professor History of Magic
...Angels guide me, but fate plays with me...[on:Color][of:Black and white]
Posts: 327
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Post by Alexander Griffiths on Jun 7, 2008 0:27:29 GMT -5
Xander tried to get away from Annemarie's touch, but all he could do was shake his head. His body didn't seem to want to co-operate with him. "No...not...hospital..." he muttered, remembering seeing something from his past that he didn't ever want to remember. Then suddenly a flash back happened...
Xander was holding a bloody body in his arms, rushing back to camp with another injured person behind him.... Then a bloodied body was lying on a bed, being cleaned by the medi-wizards... One of the medi-wizards said "I'm sorry... there was just too much damage"
Xander felt tears start to come down, and he started to cry silently. "I don't... I should have... I..." he muttered, looking down on the floor and continuing to cry. It was what had triggered him to fear blood, the person that had died by that time. He blamed himself, he felt it was all his fault. "It's...no... My fault... dead... him..." he added, starting to sob a bit now. Yes, he was suffering from the guilt. The fear was recent so no one would probably think he'd be afraid of blood, except those in his group who had seen him that day. Xander was weak when it came to blood and loosing someone.
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Post by viola on Jun 7, 2008 0:42:30 GMT -5
Annemarie couldn't understand, for his speech was broken and the words seemed jumbled. She quietly shush him, but in a kind manner, wiping the tears that fell from his troubled eyes. Xander Griffiths was a mess, and Annemarie couldn't help but feel that this was another obstacle just standing in the way of everything she had finally thought of, and finally decided. Sister Mary Ellen's voice kept trying to voice her own opinion in Annemarie's head, but she wouldn't allow her to become distracted. "Alright then... no hospital wing, shhh," she again cooed, her eyes briefly glancing around her. All she needed was another to walk in on them... Xander crying, bleeding, and her seemingly all over him, or the cause... it looked great in her own sarcastic opinion.
"Babe, you have to listen to me," Annemarie could feel her younger tongue coming through reluctantly as the things she used to call him slipped. She wanted to slap herself, and wash her mouth out with soap. When was the last time she had ever called anyone by anything other than there title or name? Maybe Sister Mary Ellen was right about that too... it'd been too long.
"I mean," she cleared her throat, taking her hand back and resting it on his uninjured knee, gently squeezing it. "Xander, please... you must calm down. Everything's alright. You're safe here... and everyone's alright, and you're going to be alright.... shhh... it's ok." Annemarie had never felt so lost in her life with another person, and she knew she wasn't doing that well of a job... but leaving him wasn't an option. Not while he was here, in tears... and still bleeding.
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Alexander Griffiths
Hogwarts Staff
Professor History of Magic
...Angels guide me, but fate plays with me...[on:Color][of:Black and white]
Posts: 327
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Post by Alexander Griffiths on Jun 7, 2008 1:08:32 GMT -5
Xander looked at Annemarie, guilt, fear and other emotions were flooding him. It was obvious in his face and his pale look wasn't helping either. "dead...my fault...accident...should have...would have...save him..." he muttered. he then looked up at Annemarie and shook his head, "It's not alright... it was my fault... he shouldn't have died... that should have been me" he said, shaking his head still. "My fault" he sobbed, closing his eyes and letting himself just breakd down and cry. The blood, it reminded him of someone that shouldn't be dead right now. He was stricken by grief and guilt, he couldn't even do anything about it when it was that person who had saved him. "It's all my fault"
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Post by viola on Jun 7, 2008 1:34:24 GMT -5
Still, Annemarie was lost. She didn't know how or what to do to help him... her friend from such a long time ago was in a mess, and she, just as she had been years ago, was unable to help him in the way that she wished she could. If she were Brooke, she would have left the man to his ownself... rotting away in his own self guilt and pity, but that was why she had always hated Brooke. Dislike her for all the wrong she had done to him...
You were never meant for the nunnery, Annemarie... I knew that before I brought you under my wing...
God had bigger and better things planned for you, my dear... Coming here first was just the beginning... where you're at, maybe even this man you speak of... it could all be everything God had set in store for you.
Annemarie allowed herself to sit on the ground at Xander's feet, the lamp near them with it's flame dancing ever so vibrantly. Laying her head down on her arm, and on top of Xander's uninjured leg she listened to him. "Tell me..." she whispered to him. "...everything."
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Alexander Griffiths
Hogwarts Staff
Professor History of Magic
...Angels guide me, but fate plays with me...[on:Color][of:Black and white]
Posts: 327
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Post by Alexander Griffiths on Jun 7, 2008 1:52:22 GMT -5
Xander looked down at Annemarie, then he nodded when she told him to tell her everything that happened. He then lifted his right hand and wiped his tears, then he looked back down Annemarie and started. "It was a few years back, when we were in this ancient Aztec wizard city. There was three of us, one was a local and the other was my apprentice. He insisted on coming, so I let him come. While we were looking in on one of the formations of stone pillars there, my apprentice suddenly pushed me aside and it was too late when I saw almost a dozen spells hit him, right on the spot where I was supposed to be. The spells were a mix of ancient torure spells and some kind of spell that was slowly eating away the flesh of the reciever. I was only able to approach the boy when the last of the spells were coming after him and I was able to block 2 or 3 of them. I also found out that the local we were with got hit with one of the spells so we were a bit slow on our rush to our group's tent. Once...we..." Xander's voice cracked and he had to stop for a few minutes.
He sighed and took a deep breath, he could see flashes of the boy's bloodied body and his face contorted in pain before he died. "When we arrived, we called the medi-wizards with us...but...but...it was...there were too many damages and too much...b-blood. I watched as the boy, my apprentice died infront of me...His blood was all over me and... it should have been me who died." he finished as fresh tears were now rolling down his face again.
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