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Post by Headmaster Dumbledore on Jul 19, 2010 3:29:46 GMT -5
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Post by Dastan Cross on Jul 19, 2010 3:33:38 GMT -5
Dastan stepped into the Entrance Hall from the Great Hall, then headed downstairs to where the large doors loomed over everything. He wondered why castles had to have such large doors; were there giant people 1000 years ago that needed to be able to get inside?
Although, even then, it seemed stupid to have such a big door. Hagrid could fit into this massive door and it was STILL huge. Shaking his head to clear it of such stupid and useless thoughts, Dastan leaned up against a banister, folding his arms awkwardly across his chest to avoid hurting his own hands. He hated this; it was so dumb. He hoped that whatever Astin was bringing would be strong; burns were some of the most annoying and painful things, even if he'd had worse.
Once again, he thought about the revenge he could exact on the idiot that'd done this in the first place; even if he wouldn't actually do it, it was still fun to fantasize about fun ways of hurting someone.
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Post by Astin Descartes on Jul 19, 2010 3:52:14 GMT -5
Astin wasn't all too happy as he walked to the Entrance Hall. He'd thought he'd had some sort of burn ointment or cream or something; he'd been wrong. All he'd found was the spray, which he knew for a fact Dastan wouldn't fully appreciate. He wasn't even sure why he had it, really. What had he been thinking when he'd packed for this year? His make-shift first-aid kit was crap.
He spotted Dastan leaning against the banister and approached him, already beginning to apologize. He held up the bottle of pills and the can of generic-injuries spray.
"I'm sorry; I don't have any ointment or cream or anything. I have spray, though, which will help," he offered hopefully, "And I do still have some painkillers." He looked over Dastan, grimacing. "I hope it doesn't make you all mental. You've never taken any, have you? Well, this will be interesting, in any case," he remarked. He held out the bottle of pills. "Take two of these, and only two, unless you want to be throwing up all day. Then take off your bandages and we'll do this spray crap."
Astin hated anti-bacterial spray. Hated it with a passion. He could never not talk long enough for the fumes to fade, and then he'd have that acrid taste in his mouth for hours after. He hoped Dastan was smart enough to listen when Astin warned him not to breathe and to keep his mouth shut.
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Post by Dastan Cross on Jul 19, 2010 4:11:36 GMT -5
"Take two of these, and only two, unless you want to be throwing up all day. Then take off your bandages and we'll do this spray crap."
Dastan accepted the offered pills and threw two of them back, dry swallowing and grimacing at the bad taste they left in his mouth; he didn't like Muggle pills, he decided. They didn't go down quite like potions did. At least even nasty potions didn't stick in his throat. After that, he began painfully unwrapping the bandages. They were a bit soiled, but reusable, he decided as he set them aside and held out his hands, palm up to display the burns. They were pretty gruesome, a few blisters along with the general redness, but he didn't think they'd leave any scars. He hoped not, anyways. He rather liked his hands.
"Alright, how does that spray shit work?" he asked, eying it suspiciously.
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Post by Astin Descartes on Jul 19, 2010 4:23:40 GMT -5
Astin grimaced at the rather grotesque burns covering Dastan's hands. He hadn't expected them to be this bad. "Who the hell did you piss off?" he asked, shaking the can.
"Okay. Don't breathe, turn your head away, and don't open your mouth. I'm going to spray this on your hands and you're going to stand there and not move, got it?"
After giving the can one last good shake, Astin pressed on the nozzle and sprayed the product quite liberally on Dastan's horridly maimed hands. Really, could the kid go anywhere without getting some sort of injury?
After making sure the hands were rather thoroughly coated, he set the can down on the stone floor and fanned Dastan's hands quickly. He not only wanted them dry, but he was well aware that that stuff could sting, especially on open sores, and cold rushes of air always seemed to help, for some reason.
He opened his mouth to ask if Dastan was okay and made a funny choking sound. Ugh. Fumes.
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Post by Dastan Cross on Jul 19, 2010 4:36:58 GMT -5
"Who the hell did you piss off?"
Dastan opened his mouth to say something, probably about it not being anybody else's business, but Astin's next words cut him off: "Okay. Don't breathe, turn your head away, and don't open your mouth. I'm going to spray this on your hands and you're going to stand there and not move, got it?"
Hmpf. As if even he could screw that up. It wasn't hard not to move. And then Astin sprayed the stuff on his hands and he fought the urge to jerk his hands away. His first inclination was to make a sound of pain, but he stifled it, and bit down hard on his lip instead as the product stung his already hurting hands.
Breathing deeply through his nose to keep the stinging in check as the stuff dried, Dastan opened his mouth to ask Astin why he was making that face and promptly began coughing. Oh, Merlin this stuff was awful! "Muggle medicines are the worst shit I've ever experienced!" he wheezed out between coughs; he meant it, too. Next time, he'd just get some miracle burn ointment or something with normal, magical healing substances in them.
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Post by Astin Descartes on Jul 19, 2010 4:55:19 GMT -5
Astin scoffed, already mostly recovered from inhaling the horrid fumes from hell itself; he and Marcel tended to require the death-spray a lot. "You wizards are big babies," he announced. "No wonder you can't handle a cold." In the name of medicine, Astin had had needles jammed into his backside, those funky medical instruments called otoscopes shoved into his ears, and a doctor kindly asking him to turn his head and cough. Dastan apparently had experienced none of those horrors. Astin envied him greatly.
Astin fanned out the air a bit more before deciding that was a lost cause; he'd been around the stuff enough to know that no matter what you did, it still lingered for a while. He put the lids back on both the can and the bottle.
"I take it you either breathed or opened your mouth. I told you not to for a reason, by the way. You'll learn eventually that it's best not to question stuff like that."
Astin shook the items in his hand. "I take it you won't be wishing I bring these along for our exploration, then?"
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Post by Dastan Cross on Jul 19, 2010 5:00:47 GMT -5
"I take it you won't be wishing I bring these along for our exploration, then?"
"You can keep those muggle medicines to yourself next time," Dastan said, coughing a few more times before reaching over and beginning to wrap his bandages back around his hands. Thankfully, the stinging had receded a bit. In fact, his fingers were beginning to feel a bit numb and his palms were tingling oddly. He'd have to get used to that, he supposed. While he was thankful that there wasn't as much pain, his fingers seemed to have lost a bit more of their dexterity, and he was struggling to tie the bandages properly.
Merlin, he hated this. Why couldn't he just have a day or two where absolutely nothing bad happened to him? Was that so much to ask? Apparently, it was, because he was sure that this exploration, like so many of the others, would probably not be a completely positive experience. He just didn't know what they were doing.
"So, what're we going to be exploring today?" he asked, still trying to tie off the bandages with his stupid fingers.
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Post by Astin Descartes on Jul 19, 2010 5:17:08 GMT -5
Astin watched Dastan try to tie the bandages quite unsuccessfully. He was only planning on helping if specifically asked, but really...
"So, what're we going to be exploring today?"
Astin's response was a little sluggish and delayed as he tilted his head, trying to figure out just what exactly Dastan hoped to accomplish by the odd jumble of hands and bandages. "I don't... particularly... ca-- oh for god's sakes, give me your hands, you dummy," he muttered, snatching Dastan's arm as carefully as he could. Mumbling to himself about stupid Slytherins and their inferiority complexes, Astin unwrapped what Das had managed and started from scratch.
"You do know that asking me for help isn't going to get you slaughtered at the stake, right?" he asked as he tied the bandage on the first hand. "I mean, really, you can admit that you're human." He finished the other hand silently, sulking a little. He didn't like being ignored like he was useless. He was helpful, dammit, especially when it came to treating injuries. (What else were big brothers for, anyway, if not helping you get injured then cleaning you up after?)
"There," he said upon securing the other bandage. "Now, are you ready to go? Last time all we did was wander aimlessly. Do you suppose that'll work this time?"
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Post by Dastan Cross on Jul 19, 2010 14:16:48 GMT -5
"You do know that asking me for help isn't going to get you slaughtered at the stake, right? I mean, really, you can admit that you're human."
Dastan tried not to be too humiliated when Astin helped him; it wasn't like it was a horrible sign of weakness to accept help when it was really needed, and he had to admit that it was needed this time. Wrapping bandages on one's own hands wasn't an easy task most of the time; add in other things, and it was damn near impossible. And Astin was good at wrapping the bandages without hurting him too badly. As Astin finished tying off the bandage, Dastan shook himself out of those thoughts.
"Now, are you ready to go? Last time all we did was wander aimlessly. Do you suppose that'll work this time?"
"It can't hurt," Dastan said, moving towards one of the staircases that he hadn't ever gone up in his life. As his foot hit the first step however, he stopped and turned around. "And thank you."
Dastan wasn't sure exactly what he was thanking Astin for. The bandages, the medicine, putting up with him at all; it could be any number of things. All he knew was that he felt gratitude, and that's how one showed gratitude right? Still, he didn't wait for another response before he swept up the stairs, unable to face how stupid he'd sounded saying thank you to someone. He was most certainly not familiar with those words or feelings at all.
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Post by Astin Descartes on Jul 19, 2010 15:55:54 GMT -5
"And thank you." Astin grinned and watched as Dastan quickly began his journey up the stairs.
"You're welcome," he called after Das, hurriedly marching up the steps himself. The expression felt like it was for a bit more than just wrapping Dastan's hands, so Astin left it at that and trailed after him. "So, where we headed? Or do you know?"
Not that Dastan was going to get them lost, because he didn't get lost. Except in the Forbidden Forest and in the Ice Cavern... but hey, who's counting? Not Astin. Of course not.
But anyway, Astin didn't much care where they were going, in all honesty. He just felt the need to make idle chit-chat, and their destination seemed like the easiest topic. It wasn't as if they hadn't covered almost every other subject under the sun. No wonder he was getting bored even at breakfast; they'd run out of things to say, apparently. Perhaps they were beginning to spend too much time together... no, silly thought. Astin only ever wondered where Dastan was and how he was doing when they weren't together, anyway.
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