Knock out, :)

Miseria has never been afraid of the dark streets. Not even in London. It never was nessesary to rush on those streets what were already familiar to her. When the new term had started in the magical school, Miseria always wasted her times on the weekends (after the homework of course) walking in London, and looking what's new in this city. It was always like whispering her some of the memories.
Some of them rude, some of them happy.

Most interesting she found this 'Jack the Ripper' thing. It was just amazing how one murderer could escape with the threatening letter! But then again, he wasn't the only one of the criminals who weren't caught. Not that she liked those guys who killed for their own fun or just as a hobbie. That was rude, and probably they had something wrong.

She held her bag very close to her, like there was something really important. Only baby clothes.
Yes, she was already buying clothes, being actually neutral. She didn't know who will come to this world in the middle of August. Will it be boy or girl. So she bought some clothes what were black, some baby-blue and white. That was actually funny, because if those clothes won't fit, then who will wear them? Although, she could always use the spell what makes things grow a bit. Like energio or something like that.

Suddenly she stopped when she heard someone whispering behind her. No, not even whispering, it was a quiet talk. Looking around, she had to scowl when she saw two siluette figures coming on her way.
Taking a deep breathe, she started walking a bit faster, skipping on the other side of the street. Then looking around once again, she didn't see anyone.

Feeling a bit calmer again, she started walking again. No, probably those were just some drunk guys, right?
Then she heard some voices again behind her, and before she could turn around, someone grabbed her hands. She dropped her bag and started fluttering, trying to hit with her legs or hands that someone, who was holding a strong grip around her.

Panicing even more, she called out for help and then they hit her on the top of her head. That made her slightly moveless. She fell down on her knees, feeling, how blood was coming out from her wound.

OT: Okay, sorry, in estonian this post would probably be longer, with more details and so on, but... yeah, anyways, forgive me. But I tryed to make it more realistic. ^^

A brown jumpered figure step out of the shadow, reading a newspaper which he had brought a few blocks away. He wore a baggy old pair of jeans which were held up but a worned-out, browned coloured belt and of course a pair of old sneaker. His jet black hair were wild and rugged, just as he liked them. To his dismay, Andrian came to a halt when his ear managed to pick up the sound of thumping and the quiet converstation of the criminals. He turned his head around to the source of the sound and found Miseria on the ground with blood pouring out of her wounds from where the strange man had attacked her. Andrian let out a werewolf-like growl and dropped his piece of paper onto the ground, searching for something to hit them with on the ground. He saw a rock on the ground and, slowly he picked it up and started to make his way quickly to the first guy he saw and smashed his head with the rock, causing the rock to break as it hit his head. Then the second guy saw him, but before he could attack; Andrian had already thrown the unconcious man he had just hit into him causing him to fly back into the wall, knocking him out unconcious. Now with two bodies laying motionless on the ground, Andrian soon turned to the man that was holding Miseria. "Pick on someone your own size!" said Andrian smashing the guy across his face.

Miseria closed her eyes when she heard howling now. And with that point, her head was hurting so much that she would even cry. Second point was that she didn't even knwo what those guys wanted from her.
Then she opened her eyes and saw Andrian, fighting. Finally, when she was free, Miseria picked up her bag and stood up, holding her arm on her wound.

It was still bleeding and making her blue hair sticky. “Thanks,“ she said quietly, looking at her shaking and bloody hand. She had wand with her, but she was still shocked of what just happened.

Andrian walked carefully and gloomed over the guy who had fallen to the ground from being smashed into the face. His expression didn't change, when he read the fear and angerness in the criminal expression. He curled his fist into a ball, his veins were almost visable true his hands. "I suggest you run home, before I beat the crap out of you," said Andrian, a growl escaped his lips. The man looked turn to all the motionless body of his friends on the ground for help, realizing that he was as good as dead and started yelping as he scrambled onto his feet and started to run off. Andrian watched the man carefully and as soon as the man was soon out of view, he quickly flicked his wand silently through his pocket causing the man to dangle upside down and falling straight to the ground, on top of his head causing him to be knocked out, cold.

A smirk appeared onto his face and finally turned to Miseria. "If anyone ask, he tripped over a banana," told Andrian, chuckling a bit as he looked at Miseria's bloody body. Though he knew that would be the oddest way to trip over a banana, dangling into the air and straight into the air but he couldn't care less he hated criminals.

Miseria sat down on a little bench, not even looking anymore at Andrian and those guys, whoever they were. She presssed her bag against her stomach, realizing what would've happen to her if not him. Probably she would get beaten up or something like that. Stupid gangsters.
She held her white hand on her wound, taking few deep breaths. It was so painful!
When Andrian spoke again, she only nodded, having no strenght to talk anymore. As if someone would ask what happened to them. Police didn't even show up any interests so most of the gangsters had their free hands to do whatever they want on the streets.

Andrian frowned slightly as he notice that Miseria didn't seem to want to talk back to him or even comment on his sense of humor. He understood why she had not, so he ignored what he said earlier and slowly walked over to Miseria who sat on the bench clutching her white hand on her wound. "Let me have a look," he spoke finally squatting low enough so that they were both on the same level. He waited patiently as he let her take her time to take her hand away from her wounds so that he could examine it and heal it, if he could.

It took a time for her to take her white arm away from the bleeding wound, but she did it. Placing her hand on her knees, she stared at the blood, what was sparcling at the light of a streetlamp.
And then she waited. Andrian could say something useful as he was a healer in the Hogwarts before he left. After that she hasn't seen him. Probably he got job in St. Mungos or some better place where he could help other people. But as for the wound, it may be quite deep, because she could even feel how the blood was still coming out from it. And the pain was horrible so it was only the matter of time when she will burst into the tears.

Andrian watched carefully as she took her arm away from the bleeding wounds, it took a while but he knew that she understood that it was worth it. He slowly examined her bleeding wounds, he notice how her wounds didn't stop bleeding. More and more blood seem to pour out of her wounds. He then pulled out a clean tissue and started pressing it against her wounds to stop the blood coming out of her. "I got this little fella from you mum, it quite a handy little thing. It can help me scan my patient body if they break a bone or two," said Andrian breaking this awkward silence between them. "It helps me scan them inside and out of work," he continued, his spoke in a low, attractive male tone as he scanned her body. "Your mum is doing a great woman, she helps me a lot when I need it.

Miseria smiled weakly, looking kind of sleepy now. Blood was even on her cheeks, slipping down on her neck and then at her clothes. She couldn't feel how he put the tissue against her wound, but she felt the pain what didn't go away. Instead of that, it just went worst and worst, but at the same time, she couldn't even scream of it. And on the other hand, she felt so good. The pain was the thing what could bring her back to reality. She was sadistic against herself.

It took a little while before she understood that Andrian was talking about Khaat. She nodded slowly, trying not to move her head much. Yes, Khaat was almost like an Idol. Angel for everyone!
[b]"It seems that my super-cool bad luck has returned..."[/Color] she murmured under her breathe with a quiet voice. Lately things have been strange with her again. Like before. Interesting, when will she start hearing voices again?