First Aid

After the lukewarm reception of last lesson, Damon decided that today he would do as he had with the basic students last week and take his NEWT class on an excursion to another part of the building.


Please read the class guide post here once and then go on to the hospital wing.

Nicotine was the only thing that seemed to be on Elijah’s mind; more specifically, the lack of nicotine that was in his system. It unnerved him. He felt like a less-buzzed version of a caffeine addict although what he preferred tasted less like crap and more like expensive crap. Still, it wasn’t about how it tasted, it was the bemusement he felt because of the taste – or lack thereof. At this time he would have been perched on one of the benches outside enjoying his first cigarette of the day. He’d have another one after breakfast and the pattern would move on from there until he’d had fifteen (or more depending on his mood).

This morning Elijah had woken up irritable and easily provoked. He’d already taken his wand to a mouthy little fourth year that thought he could take him. The matron would have her hands full with him, Elijah hadn’t held back but he’d only just stopped himself from trying out the long forgotten spells he’d learned at Durmstrang – the ones that memory loss woke up within him. They were still fresh in his mind and his wand was eager to experiment with them. He could remember learning them. It only felt like days ago, those memories of the days he remembered so vividly replaying in his mind upon his request. He could recall scouring the books in search of something to use against the ‘gentlemen’ that pursued him with violent intentions. To Elijah’s knowledge, he had succeeded.

Skirting around a gaggle of third year girls, Elijah continued down the hallway towards the charms classroom. His foul mood was drowned deeper into the depths of despair as he found the door to be closed. Elijah sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he read the notice. The Hospital Wing. Brilliant.

Groaning, Elijah turned turtle and strode back down the hallway, motioning for an equally moody Athena to follow him.

Apparently, classes were compulsory; who knew? Athena was ready to hex the arsehole that had decided to ruin her peaceful mornings without the burden of annoying teachers and equally, if not more, annoying peers. She didn’t want to get involved. It was just lesson after lesson of mundane and she would have rather gone to see Zada and actually learned something practical instead of, what was that, healing bullshit.

Seemingly Elijah had the same view as Athena who was a moment or two away from storming up to the Headmaster’s study and demanding that he call her father. With a click of the other Slytherin’s fingers, Athena’s attentions were diverted. She sighed in unison with him and turned, her heels clip-clopping against the floor as she did so. Then, she did as was directed and followed Elijah down the corridor towards the Hospital Wing, keeping a few paces behind him at all times.

She didn’t want to look like she was actually with him did she?

Larko rolled in his bed and slammed into the floor. This, obviously, woke him up and he shot into the air. As he looked around, he judged the time by the quality of sunlight. "Oh, shuzzizle I'm gonna be late!" In a rush, he pulled all his clothes on and rushed downstairs for a quick breakfast, his hair a mess. After a much laughed at breakfast he walked to the Charms class. As he saw the sign, he groaned. He was definitely gonna be late now.

He began to run to the Hospital wing when he saw Athena and Eli. Oh thank God, I'm not late. It had been about thirty minutes since he woke up. (That meant he'd dressed, walked all the way to the Great Hall, ate, then made it half way to the Hospital Wing from the Charms room.)

However, he didn't want to slow down, so he continued past the two slowing very slightly down into more of a fast walk as he waved at them. Sliding into the Hospital wing, he looked around for Mr. Ambrojze.

As Amelia approached the Charms classroom with her bookbag slung over her shoulder, she saw Elijah and then Athena retreating in the opposite direction. This was curious to the Ravenclaw girl, who knew both of them to be in her class, but it wasn't exactly unexpected that the two of them would skip out on a class. Hell, they might even be skipping class to go snog each other in the Slytherin common room or something. She wouldn't put it past Elijah.

Upon arriving in the charms classroom, however, Amelia discovered the reason she had seen the Slytherin students retreating back down the hallway. They were headed to the hospital wing, which was where Amelia needed to be as well. The instructions said to bring only her wand, but with her bag over her shoulder, Amelia had little choice but to bring it with her. A quick compaction spell later - they were her father's research specialty - the bag fit into the pocket of her robes and Amelia's heels were clicking down the corridor again toward the hospital wing.