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Post by Artemisios Snow on Jul 18, 2008 18:32:34 GMT -5
The two men who held the boy proceeded to a dank alleyway just far enough off the main shops that it was unlikely they would be stumbled upon. A third followed, and it was this man who then took charge. Their orders were clear.
A strong cruciatus kept the boy from any sufficient ability to fight back. It was, however, not the entirety of his payment and punishment. Nor were the several broken bones he incurred. At last, the boy was left to die, and the men left unnoticed.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jul 18, 2008 18:43:21 GMT -5
Emilian had tried to fight, or to pull away just long enough to disapparate, but it didn't work and after the cruciatus and the first few blows he wasn't even able to think straight, much less try to hold his ground. When the men left, he couldn't move, couldn't even open his eyes to see where he was. There were a few minutes of intense pain pulsing through his body before he fell into unconsciousness.
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Post by Dahlia Alexander on Jul 18, 2008 19:02:53 GMT -5
Dahlia was taking a little-known shortcut from Knockturn Alley back to Diagon when her eyes caught on an unmistakably human form lying motionless between the narrow brick walls. She turned, her eyes scanning the alley, then up the walls as far as the darkening skies. Then her gaze dropped back to the body, and her footsteps quickened, heels clicking dully against the hard-packed dirt.
Without thought, she crouched beside the male form, then knelt as best as her tightly fitted skirt would allow, drawing her wand and extending it out. She did not look too closely, not yet, not while her concentration was focused on seeing if she was too late. But she wasn't too late. There was a heartbeat, faint, but steady.
Rennervate. Dahlia held her wand at the ready even as, with her free hand, she reached for his head, her hand smoothing back his hair even as she turned his face toward hers. And recognized him. Her jade-green eyes widened, and in that moment, having just called him to consciousness, she hoped that he was too delirious to recognize her.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jul 18, 2008 19:10:42 GMT -5
There were no illusions of death for Emilian when his eyes blinked open, the pain was intense and immediately took over his mind. He barely registered that that was even someone leaning over him, much less who it was. His eyelids fell back over his eyes as he tried to move, quickly realizing that was a bad idea as another wave of pain just washed over him. A low groan came from his throat, barely even audible, even the low vibrations from it sending shots of pain through his chest.
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Post by Dahlia Alexander on Jul 18, 2008 19:17:50 GMT -5
Dahlia moved quickly into action, crooning whatever pain spells she knew in her baby-soft voice as her wand moved over his body. There was too much to possibly heal here, where she had no useful potions, and only her wand. But where could she take him? She valued her job too much to bring him into the school. His shop. There, no one would see them, or, more importantly, no one would see her. "Shh, I'll take you home as soon as I can," Dahlia said. "You're safe." God, she was glad there was no one to see this.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jul 18, 2008 19:28:03 GMT -5
Even with the spells the pain was horrible, though it did allow Emilian's mind to clear enough to force his eyes to open again and look at whoever it was that was speaking. Recognition flashed faintly in his eyes, more because of her voice than because of any visual cues. If he had been able, he would have pushed her away and tried to find his own way to get help, but he knew it was useless. He grimaced at the thought, though he knew nothing could happen, he was just going to have to live with it, or he would die. He met her eyes for a second and nodded as best he could.
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Post by Dahlia Alexander on Jul 18, 2008 19:55:23 GMT -5
Dahlia's lips pressed tight a moment when she saw that he recognized her. But there was nothing to be done for it. She knew the likelihood that he would tell, though, and that was her solace. "I'm going to put you back to sleep," she said softly. Moving him would be too difficult otherwise, but she'd had to wake him for some of the spells she'd done. She was no mediwitch, after all. It took a while, but eventually Dahlia managed to get an unconscious Emilian propped upright enough for side-along apparition. She prayed that the streets of Hogsmeade would be emptied by the time they got there, a realistic hope, considering the hour. magikal05.proboards46.com/index.cgi?board=jewellers&action=display&thread=3540&page=1#69941 |
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