Bringing Jess to the Headmaster

((Am i still tied up?))

Finally, the pain potion kicked in, and the healing seemed to come together. Ah, the wonders of modern magic, it still hurt, but he could focus, and he was conscious. "Vincent," he croaked, coughing and looking up at him, giving the dirtiest look he could. "Thank you khaat," he said hoarsely, looking at her kindly. "Now, if you have any pride in you Vincent, you will return to me my wand, and face me like a man, instead of throwing things at me while my back is turned. Until you decide to do so, i wont see any more than a spineless worm standing there," he told him. "Sandra," he added, nodding to her

Vincent remained sitting, he just sneered at the boy. These order people were such fools. Lots of courage but very little brains. "What, this?" Vincent asked, taking out Jess' wand and showing it to him. "Its mine now, I beat you in combat, so the wand has a new master. Surely you know something about wandlore?" he said calmly. "You can get yourself a new one once the Death Eaters are done with you. As for me dueling you again," Vincent chuckled, in the shape he was in the boy did not stand a chance. He didn't stand a chance anyways. "Don't be stupid, sit down and let Khaat heal you."

Jess looked up and snarled. "You're outnumbered. And you know it. All it takes is one word vincent. One word, and i have half your staff, the ministry, my order, and a portion of the students trying to kill you, and you alone. You didn't beat me in a duel, you and I were not dueling, you just threw a table at me. Yes i know the lore, and yes, i know you're wrong." He said, And i will sit down when you untie me fiend, do it now." He said

"Dueling or not," Vincent said, shrugging. "I defeated you..." He pocketed the wand with a shrug, he would test the theory later. "I am outnumbered? Down at the hall, who was standing with you Potter? No one. Your heroic allies fled," he informed him, though obviously the idiot knew that fact already. "Afterwards, it was I who stopped those idiots from acting like fools and attacking the students, not you and not your order either." Sure he left out the fact that it had been him who had brought the Death Eaters in in the first place.

"And whom do you speak of?" He asked, "No one was standing because i ordered My students to get out of the hall. I'd also told many of the order to not attend, and most of the aurors were simply told not to come. You know that i have the numbers to take you out, and you're bluffing. Whether you release me or not, i don't care, but know this, if you don't release me. Someone, will," he said firmly. "now, while we're on that topic, i can't do anything, untie me, and let me have a seat." He said

"Jess," Khaat said quietly, "It isn't going to be that simple. The fact is, we might outnumber them in this room, but we wouldn't get any farther than the door, if we got that far. It seems that the Death Eaters have control of Hogwarts, and you, my friend, are their hostage at the moment. Neither of us has a wand, and you are in no reasonable condition to fight. A brawl is not a wise thing to try right now. Patience. " Khaat wasn't even going to suggest that Wilson, even thought he had a wand, could protect Jess and her and defeat Vincent and Sandra all that the same time. That was ludicrous. And she really didn't see that Wilson would draw and fire right at this moment anyway. Wilson's mind just didn't seem, to her, to work that way in this sort of situation. He was far more strategic than that. She also didn't see Vincent getting overly excited about doing any more harm to Jess, so as long as she could keep Jess from losing his cool anymore than he already had, he might actually survive this business. She only hoped he would not take her behavior as being a traitor to the Order. She laid her hand again on Jess's good shoulder gently as a nonverbal request for calm and restraint.

"I told you it might take a couple days for his head to clear," Khaat said to Vincent calmly. "It is a completely normal thing for a patient with a concussion to be aggitated. I suggest we ignore it. It will pass. However, from a medical point of view, untying him would be advisable as soon as he calms himself, as it does only further his injuries and risks him unnecessarily."

"Ignore me!?" he asked, looking up at her. "Why i oughta. Back in my day people respected their leaders, so what if they have wands. We'll throw them down and engage in a bout of fisticuffs. You take the one on the left, i'll take the one on the right, and the center one we'll deal with later," not noticing there was no center one. "grrrr," he finished with

Vincent knew better than to believe they were outnumbered. It was an empty threat, no doubt. The spies in the order had told him their numbers. They were approximately equal to the Death Eaters. It was only the ministry that was in the way. "Hah, you wish, you'll stay where you are Potter," Vincent said firmly. He wasn't going to fall for any trick Potter was going to come up with. He was aware that he was outnumbered by the order in the room currently. But Khaat wouldn't attack him, and Jess was injured.

"Khaat, either say whatever your saying loudly or don't say anything at all," Vincent snapped as he heard her mutter to Jess, unable to hear what she was saying. "I think a sleep potion would do him good, I don't want to hear him talk all day," he said as he heard Jess dabble on. "Wilson, go fetch a sleep potion."

Khaat found it impossible to suppress a small giggle at Jess. Back in the day? Oh for heaven's sake! He was younger than she was. He wasn't old enough to have a bloody concept of what back in the day really even was. Obviously the blow to the head he'd suffered and the additional indignity of being captured and tied had made him very aggitated.

"Talking quietly to aggitated patients is the best, and most standarly recommended, way to keep them from escalating, making things worse and perhaps hurting themselves even more," she said, scowling at Vincent. How dare he tell her how to function as a healer? He might be Headmaster, but his paranoia was getting the better of him. She was angry with him now--something very rare between them. And she didn't really care if he was the headmaster or Voldemort himself. She wasn't afraid of him for a single second. Well, she didn't scare easily anyway. Maybe no one else had the guts to stand up to Vincent Majere, but she certainly could.

"As I said, he's had a blow to the head. He's a bit off his bean at the moment. You asked me here for my help, so I suggest you let me deal with my patient as standard healing practices dictate. Wilson, please do not move. You are not the healer here, Vincent. I am. And I do not wish him to have a sleeping potion at the moment. Sedatives of any sort would mask whether or not his obvious head injury was worsening. I cannot allow any sedating potions for at least the next 24 hours. It will take that long before we know that the full symptoms of the blow to his head are manifested. Do you not think I have sleeping potion in my medical bag, for heaven's sake? If I had wanted him to have that, I'd have done it myself!"

''There is no reason for quarreling children. We have a guest, a very... pompous guest and it would only be polite to give our attention to her'', he commented. ''Khaat will do her task without any major problems, as she did with her classes a while back. I have proven that her potion is what she said it is, which means we do not have reason not to trust her'', he added. ''Regarding Potter here, I do not know what numbers he is speaking about, I really don't, but I doubt, now that these flies have infiltrated the castle (looking at Sandra) that he will have the numbers to defeat anyone. Majority of the students left, the staff is staying neutral in this, our main job is to keep the children safe, not solve your bloody problems'', he started. ''Which is why I do not see the numbers he is talking about, but it could be from the blow on the head. Khaat will heal him, I suppose Vincent, and please, do keep him safe here, not well cared of, just safe... it would be devastating for these old walls if another gunfight at the O.K. Corral would break out just because there are some careless idiots roaming around'', he finished, looking at both Sandra and Jess.