What really happened...kissed_soulApril 8 2007, 00:14:23 UTC
[Barty walks gingerly through the castle, making sure no one notices him. When he comes to a dark corridor, hidden in the shadows, he lets himself fall against the wall, leaning against his good (albeit sore) arm. He feels bile rising to his throat, both from anger and shame, and from whatever Rodolphus spiked the wine with. His knees buckles and holds his head, wincing when the movement makes the cut in his arm sting.]
Re: What really happened...duelingdandyApril 8 2007, 00:41:59 UTC
[After finding their room empty, Gilderoy roamed the corridors, wringing his hands, looking around for Barty, knowing that sometimes he kept to the shadows when he was upset. He checked the infirmary first, but then started to randomly patrol the corridors, determined that he'd find him. He rushed to Barty when he saw him crumpled against the wall, eyes well adjusted to the shadows. After rushing to him, he crouched next to him and looked around as if there were some assailant he might have to thwart.]
Barty! What's wrong? Do you need help to Madam Pomfrey?
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He feels bile rising to his throat, both from anger and shame, and from whatever Rodolphus spiked the wine with. His knees buckles and holds his head, wincing when the movement makes the cut in his arm sting.]
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Barty! What's wrong? Do you need help to Madam Pomfrey?
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No! Not the infirmary! I don't want anyone to see me, no one must know!
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*reaches out to him slowly*
You're bleeding, Barty. You're hurt. I have to take you to Madam Pomfrey.
*anxiously* She can fix it! I don't want you to hurt.
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*chuckles*
By the way, that's a striking teddy bear you have. I have one, too. His name's Mr Fuzzems.
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*beams*
You do? This one is Barty-bear. I named him after my Barty-bear.
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*pleasantly*
I do hope Barty is getting along all right.
Morbidly curious!
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*tilts his head, pondering how this fits together*
*licks his lips briefly*
He's fine. Why do you ask?
Haha oh dear :)
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He's a friend of my brothers.
*affably*
I'm Rodolphus Lestrange.
Hee!
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*fingers toy with the lace as his other hand extends daintily, palm down, expecting a kiss to the back of his hand*
Gilderoy Lockhart.
*tilts his head* Rabastan's brother?
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