Name(s): Link and anyone who wants to yell at him for being an idiot. Location: Infirmary Day: 24 Time: Afternoon-Evening Rating: Let's leave it PG for now
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Hearing the boys little outburst of frustration, Ren went back to the chair he was sitting on before, leaning on the back with his head resting on his crossed arms. “Only one person knows right now,” he admitted, “But I’m so paranoid that I’ll screw up again and someone else will find out. Sure I don’t turn into a werewolf like you but, you don’t have a choice in that.” He looked away, a sad expression crossing his face thinking on his own problems momentarily.
“Listen to your elder when I say I do know the feeling. It’s like you want to curl up away from the world and cover your ears and shut your eyes, hoping that if you ignore it, it’ll all be over. That everything you’ve done to hide, all the time spent has now gone to waste and that now that people know, they will never think of you as the same person ever again.” He didn’t want to go into detail about his own problems, he didn’t want to put a burden on him like he did to Swan.
He shifted his arms again so his head wasn't resting on them and making them numb, "Besides, you have friends here who are good people. They won't want you to leave. They'll do what they can to help you and make sure you stay. Trust me."
Link wanted to yell at Ren and tell him that he was full of shit, but he couldn't. The seventh year had just described what he was feeling, so it was only right that maybe Ren did know what he was saying.
Link knew that Sheik and Del would be upset if he left, but he was afraid that they were the only two people that were going to miss him. He knew that they would do whatever they could to keep him at Hogwarts, but they had no power over the Headmaster. (Or the Ministry for that matter if they got involved.)
He was still shaking a little from the shock when he turned back to Ren. "Sorry I punched you. I don't know what I'm thinking right now." He really didn't care if Ren would forgive or not, but he did feel bad for taking his anger out on him. It wasn't like Link to attack others like that.
Blinking at the sudden apology, the punk boy stared at the blonde for a minute or so before he began laughing. He guessed after his little psycho-analyst stuff, Link realized that Ren actually did understand what he was going through. "Hey, don't worry about it!" he said with a small chuckle, "We all have different ways to deal with it and you just happen to be more violent then I was." He tenderly rubbed his jaw, "Didn't really hurt much anyways."
Akabane watched over all of these little...goings-on with a slight little smile. It was absolutely gorgeous that these two boys were getting on so well, no?
He busied himself with loud tinkering in his own office, just so that the boys wouldn't get too carried away with their apologies.
((ooc: Akabane's not stepping in yet, unless you want him to, so feel free to skip him.))
(OoC: Awww, Akabane is welcome! He can also chide Link for being an idiot if it's in his character! Just go ahead and do whatever Akabane would.)
Link was too depressed to laugh along with Ren. The only positive thing that Link could see from this conversation was that he knew one person-other than Del and Sheik-that wouldn't try to chase him out of the school. It was a little comforting, but it didn't help the fact that Link still had to worry about the reactions from everyone else, including the headmaster and his head of house.
"Figures," he replied to Ren's comment. "I end up hurting myself more than you. I guess this just isn't my day." He tried to smile, but his face just wouldn't allow it at the moment.
"You tried your best to beat me up, that's all that matters," Ren said jokingly, trying remain calm despite being in this horrible room. His last few days stuck here with Akabane trying to get him to drink potions that did god knows what to his health was enough to drive him loony for a good while.
"Probably best way to deal with it is just sleep it off for a bit. It's a better cure then whatever Akabane will give you, that's for sure." Ren paused a bit and turned to Link, lowering his voice, "Seriously, don't drink whatever he offers to you."
Now, he couldn't have boys, no matter how...interesting...they were, impugning his good name, now could he?
Akabane stepped out of his office, holding a mug of Dreamless Draught -- this time, he had made sure that it was as tasteless as possible, with a slight aftertaste of chocolate, and smiled as nicely as he could towards Link.
He shot a slightly annoyed glance at Ren right afterwards, his hearing more than sufficient to hear what Ren had said. "Dear boy, I'll have you know that after your--" he paused to sniff, slightly hauteur, "--little debacle, I made an attempt to make things as pleasant to drink as possible."
He wouldn't mention how hard some of those potions had been to clean off his floor. Not at all. "In this case, Link, it is simply some Dreamless Draught to pass you by, should you wish to sleep. If you need some sort of salve to get rid of bruises, or anything else in that manner, do not hesitate to ask."
He smiled. "And of course, journals are allowed, so if you would like to bring someone else over to visit, that is perfectly fine."
Link took the Dreamless Draught from Akabane and placed it on the bedside table next to him. "Thanks." He should probably ask for something to at least numb the pain that was throbbing throughout his torso, but he didn't think he really needed it if he was going to take the potion.
He turned back to Ren with a raised brow. He didn't see anything wrong with Akabane, and he was wondering what had happened between the two for Ren to despise the Healer. "He doesn't seem that bad to me."
A shiver went down Ren's spine as the Healer had walked in, slowly turning to give the man a look of pure loathing. "Little debacle my ass," He muttered sourly, "That potion you gave us did nothing but make things worst and you know it."
He turned back to Link with a dull expression and said calmly, "He wanted to use me as a practice dummy for acupuncture when I was here a few days ago. Something that he even admitted he wasn't very good at."
"Make things worse?" Akabane looked as offended as he could manage. "Why, you poor things were shivering from the cold. And so, why not warm you all up with Pepper-Up Potion? And the acupuncture, my dear Gryffindor, was quite simply an ultimatum -- Muggle magician's choice, if you would."
Akabane turned to Link, still looking deeply offended. "Would you believe, they broke my mugs and spilt the potions on my sterilized floor? It's as if they have no sense of hygiene."
It seemed as if Link was forced to take sides now, but he decided to stay out of the whole situation altogether. He hated being on anyone's bad side. Instead of answering either person, he tried to change the subject. Thankfully, Ren had brought his guitar. "So, Ren. Have you written any tunes lately?" He just hoped that asking Ren this would keep him and the healer from complaining about each other.
Ren was about to yell at the Healer saying that he was speaking complete bullshit but, hearing Link talk about his music, he turned around to face the blonde. Obviously this was a means to distract him.
and it worked.
"I've got a few things I'm working on now," He said casually waving his arm and slouching against the chair again, easily ignoring Akabane's presence, "Mostly just compositions and arrangements for guitar and bass since I don't write many lyrics." It was true, lyrical composition wasn't really his thing at all considering his voice couldn't hold a steady pitch. The lyrics he did develop over the break was sitting folded up with the rest of his papers that were going to Demyx since that bastard could tune anything to perfection.
“Listen to your elder when I say I do know the feeling. It’s like you want to curl up away from the world and cover your ears and shut your eyes, hoping that if you ignore it, it’ll all be over. That everything you’ve done to hide, all the time spent has now gone to waste and that now that people know, they will never think of you as the same person ever again.” He didn’t want to go into detail about his own problems, he didn’t want to put a burden on him like he did to Swan.
He shifted his arms again so his head wasn't resting on them and making them numb, "Besides, you have friends here who are good people. They won't want you to leave. They'll do what they can to help you and make sure you stay. Trust me."
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Link knew that Sheik and Del would be upset if he left, but he was afraid that they were the only two people that were going to miss him. He knew that they would do whatever they could to keep him at Hogwarts, but they had no power over the Headmaster. (Or the Ministry for that matter if they got involved.)
He was still shaking a little from the shock when he turned back to Ren. "Sorry I punched you. I don't know what I'm thinking right now." He really didn't care if Ren would forgive or not, but he did feel bad for taking his anger out on him. It wasn't like Link to attack others like that.
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He busied himself with loud tinkering in his own office, just so that the boys wouldn't get too carried away with their apologies.
((ooc: Akabane's not stepping in yet, unless you want him to, so feel free to skip him.))
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Link was too depressed to laugh along with Ren. The only positive thing that Link could see from this conversation was that he knew one person-other than Del and Sheik-that wouldn't try to chase him out of the school. It was a little comforting, but it didn't help the fact that Link still had to worry about the reactions from everyone else, including the headmaster and his head of house.
"Figures," he replied to Ren's comment. "I end up hurting myself more than you. I guess this just isn't my day." He tried to smile, but his face just wouldn't allow it at the moment.
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"Probably best way to deal with it is just sleep it off for a bit. It's a better cure then whatever Akabane will give you, that's for sure." Ren paused a bit and turned to Link, lowering his voice, "Seriously, don't drink whatever he offers to you."
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Akabane stepped out of his office, holding a mug of Dreamless Draught -- this time, he had made sure that it was as tasteless as possible, with a slight aftertaste of chocolate, and smiled as nicely as he could towards Link.
He shot a slightly annoyed glance at Ren right afterwards, his hearing more than sufficient to hear what Ren had said. "Dear boy, I'll have you know that after your--" he paused to sniff, slightly hauteur, "--little debacle, I made an attempt to make things as pleasant to drink as possible."
He wouldn't mention how hard some of those potions had been to clean off his floor. Not at all. "In this case, Link, it is simply some Dreamless Draught to pass you by, should you wish to sleep. If you need some sort of salve to get rid of bruises, or anything else in that manner, do not hesitate to ask."
He smiled. "And of course, journals are allowed, so if you would like to bring someone else over to visit, that is perfectly fine."
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He turned back to Ren with a raised brow. He didn't see anything wrong with Akabane, and he was wondering what had happened between the two for Ren to despise the Healer. "He doesn't seem that bad to me."
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He turned back to Link with a dull expression and said calmly, "He wanted to use me as a practice dummy for acupuncture when I was here a few days ago. Something that he even admitted he wasn't very good at."
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Akabane turned to Link, still looking deeply offended. "Would you believe, they broke my mugs and spilt the potions on my sterilized floor? It's as if they have no sense of hygiene."
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and it worked.
"I've got a few things I'm working on now," He said casually waving his arm and slouching against the chair again, easily ignoring Akabane's presence, "Mostly just compositions and arrangements for guitar and bass since I don't write many lyrics." It was true, lyrical composition wasn't really his thing at all considering his voice couldn't hold a steady pitch. The lyrics he did develop over the break was sitting folded up with the rest of his papers that were going to Demyx since that bastard could tune anything to perfection.
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