|
|
|
last online Mar 28, 2024 2:12:36 GMT -7
|
|
|
Nov 4, 2016 10:06:49 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2016 10:06:49 GMT -7
@ripley Victory. That was the only thing that was running through Émile’s head right then. The first of three tasks in the Triwizard Tournament belonged to him. There was a rather decent point differential as well, so as long as he was consistently in first or second for the last two challenges and the Hogwarts girl wasn’t first both times, he had it in the bag. That last part had bugged him slightly though. She had been really close behind him, and when he had passed by her in the maze she had been blind. Now she wasn’t, but that meant that she had basically made it through with dumb luck. Skill and expertise probably hadn’t played a part at all, and yet, there she was, only half a minute behind him. The Durmstrang boy, Elias was his name, was way behind though, and he looked like hell. Apparently he was neither lucky like the girl nor as skilled as Émile was. That was too bad. He had been looking forward to having a close race with the other boy. Maybe he was just having a bad day, and that would change in the other two tasks. Make things a little more interesting.
Thinking back about the task now didn’t matter though. He was soaking up the lime light, the cheers from the Beauxbatons, albeit reluctant from some of them. Assuming the crowd had been able to see what was going on in the maze, he was sure that the battle against the manticore was enough to prove how good he was. They had always laughed him off when he didn’t come up to par like everyone anticipated. Today was not one of those days. Not only did he take down one of the most dangerous magical creatures, he walked out of a maze full of crazy things almost unscathed. A few burns and bruises here and there, as well as being somewhat tired, but he wasn’t nearly as bad as the other two. Unless they went up against more things or something more dangerous than a manticore.
Wandering around through the crowd of students and other spectators that had formed near the finish line of the maze, Émile finished an interview or two, as well as talked to a couple of the other Beauxbatons students that approached him. They seemed to regret the way they had treated him after the selection was made. Too bad he never cared about what they thought in the first place. Playing along with it, he did this with a few more of them before spotting a familiar red-head in the distance. Approaching her from behind, he tapped Ripley on the shoulder. “Told you I would win.” A smug grin formed on his face, waiting to see what her reaction to his victory would be.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
last online Mar 28, 2024 2:12:36 GMT -7
|
|
|
Nov 4, 2016 13:36:11 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2016 13:36:11 GMT -7
@emile so the first task was over. she had to admit she was happy that emile had come in first. she's cheered when he'd been the first of the three to run out of the dangerous maze and she had just sunk back onto the bench in relief that he was still alive. then she had found herself furious at him for some strange reason. she was still half terrified from watching him fight the manticore that any sane person would have found a way around rather than try and fight the damn thing. her nerves were also shot from her conversation with dan and irina. if they could call it that. it hadn't been something she wanted to relive again. them finding out that she was worrying over the french student hadn't been something she had planned on. heck she hadn't planned on being worried at all. but the thought of him not being around to kiss anymore .. even if it had only been once. well she would like the chance to try it again. how could she do that if he got himself killed?
as she waved to her friends who were going to see if they could find anna she felt someone tap her shoulder. before she could turn around she heard his voice. “Told you I would win.” that cocky self assured voice cut through her thinking and before she knew what she was really doing she spun around, her eyes blazing as she brought up both hands to his chest height and stepped forward to shove them into his torso as hard as she could. "you absolute idiot! what were you thinking?" she said as she stepped closer to him, ready to take another shot in any form she could see. she couldn't believe he was standing there in front of her with that same cocky grin .. the one that made his face .. no she was mad at him. for reasons she didn't quite understand but she was going with it. "that manticore could have killed you and then who would i--" she cut off as she figured out where that sentence was going. by now he would have already figured out that she'd been worried for him but she wasn't quite ready to throw all the answers at him. though being emile she was almost sure he'd be able to figure it out.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
last online Mar 28, 2024 2:12:36 GMT -7
|
|
|
Nov 4, 2016 22:15:28 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2016 22:15:28 GMT -7
@ripley Émile wasn’t exactly sure what to expect from Ripley. A hug? A kiss? A friendly conversation about how well he did (although he knew that already, it was always nice to hear someone else talk about it too). Any of those would have been preferable to the shove he received from her as she whipped around to face him. It caught him off guard, stepping back a couple times as the force from the push hit him straight in the chest. The first thing that came to his mind was that she didn’t realize it was him, reacting instead from the strange person that was suddenly standing behind her, tapping her on the shoulder. That was a reasonable assumption in his mind. She had quite a bit of strength too, clearly the absence from the Quidditch team that she had mentioned wasn’t keeping her from strength training.
All of those optimistic thoughts of his went away when she started talking though. An idiot. Apparently that’s what he was in her eyes. Émile wasn’t exactly sure what she was talking about though. She knew he was a champion, and that these tasks were dangerous. Hell, her own father was one, so she knew better than most people would. And while the choice of entering his name in the cup was his, actually being named a champion wasn’t, not that he would have it any other way, but it wasn’t exactly his fault for technically being forced to enter a dangerous maze filled with man-killing creatures and spells. Then Ripley let it spill; what all of this was about. The manticore. She wasn’t wrong, it was reckless to fight the thing, but in the moment Émile knew that the beast wouldn’t have let him pass and turning around was not an option. Looking back on it now, turning around there would have lost him the first place.
“But it didn’t kill me.” He took a few steps back towards her, the ones he lost when she had pushed him, holding his arms out from his sides as he did so. She had cut herself off for a reason. He knew she was upset because of the things he went up against, but it should have been rather obvious that he was too good to be taken out by anything like that. “Who would you do what to?” Émile moved his right arm a little closer to her, thinking that if he could eventually snake it around her, she’d give up the angry attitude. Everything was fine anyways. He didn’t suffer any injuries and won the task. What was more important than that?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
last online Mar 28, 2024 2:12:36 GMT -7
|
|
|
Nov 5, 2016 9:09:07 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2016 9:09:07 GMT -7
@emile “But it didn’t kill me.” she narrowed her eyes when he took the few steps back toward her, the few steps she had shoved him back had taken him by surprise and now he was able to cover the distance back to her. she folded her arms over her chest and made to take a small step backward, away from him but she didn't move back as far as she could have. "that's not the point. it could have. then who would walk around hogwarts thinking he was the best at just about everything" she said with a slight roll of her eye but her angry resolve was wavering as she saw his arms move from his sides and she sighed, a huffing sound as she blew some stray hair from her face and she looked away from him in that moment. she didn't know what she'd been expecting his reaction to be. heck she hadn't even been planning on doing it so how did she know to prepare for his reaction. but it was surprising .. slightly. she turned her gaze back to him as he stepped toward her again and her arms loosened slightly over her chest.
“Who would you do what to?” she raised a brow as his right hand moved forward and she looked up at his face. "trying to loose a hand?" she said as she tiled her head slightly, her eyes shifting from angry to daring him to try and touch her in that very moment. she hoped it was convincing because if he managed to snake a hold on her there was no way she'd be able to resist it and that wouldn't help her any. well not at the moment. "and if you got yourself killed, who else would i get to eat random lollipops and licorice snaps" she said as she felt the corner of her mouth twitch slightly into a smile of sorts, thinking back on what exactly had happened in their recent trip to hogsmeade. yeah okay so she wasn't angry anymore but she wasn't going to let him off that easy. he'd given something away when he'd reached out his arm toward her, that he wanted it. even if it had been to stop her being angry at him. "i know you like biting .. but the manticore would have taken it to a whole new level."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
last online Mar 28, 2024 2:12:36 GMT -7
|
|
|
Nov 5, 2016 23:06:55 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2016 23:06:55 GMT -7
@ripley He had a hard time holding back the laugh that so desperately wanted to escape from him as Ripley bantered back that someone had to walk around the castle all high and mighty, and if he was dead he couldn’t do that. There were a few people he had in mind that would do a pretty good job in his stead though; mainly the other Beauxbatons students, or even his cousins at Hogwarts. Their parents might be siblings, but their personalities were still mostly the same. Ripley could always just find one of them and attach herself again if she was feeling lonely without him around. Émile grinned as she spotted his attempt to get his arm around her. If he had wanted to lose a hand, he would have let the frostbite or the manticore take it. Ripley was strong, but she wasn’t going to go that far. Still, he pulled his arm back to his side, not really wanting to push his luck in case she was serious about it. He’d find another way to get to her.
“I’m sure there’s plenty of other Beauxbatons boys that would love to share a lollipop or two with you.” He really tried to put the emphasis on the boys part, since that’s what most of them were. Silly, immature children, incapable of doing anything he had just accomplished in the maze, let alone even being able to step into it in the first place. “Unfortunately for them though, I’m still here, so we both know what that means.” Émile decided to take another step towards her again, this time only about a foot away. He kept his hands close to him this time though, wanting to see how she’d react to him being that close again. “I’m sure it would have.” He grinned at her. “But I know you can get pretty close to that if you give it your all. I won't fight back either.”
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
last online Mar 28, 2024 2:12:36 GMT -7
|
|
|
Nov 7, 2016 8:14:06 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2016 8:14:06 GMT -7
@emile “I’m sure there’s plenty of other Beauxbatons boys that would love to share a lollipop or two with you.” she rolled her eyes and folded her arms tight over her chest as she shook her head just slightly. what made him think she'd share with anyone else? "and what on earth makes you think i'd want to share them with anyone of them. i don't give lollipops to just anyone?" she said with a slight huff as the few strands of hair she had blown out of her face fell back across her eye. honestly he was the first boy she'd shown any actual interest in. of course she flirted and smiled and could bat her eyes like the best of them when she was being flirted with but it had all been fun, it had never gone as far as it had with emile because to put it simply she hadn't wanted it too. she couldn't have ever imagined biting any of them .. let alone kissing them and yet here he was standing in front of her and she was fighting the urge to hit him and then grab him and kiss him. the first part was more tempting she had to admit..
“Unfortunately for them though, I’m still here, so we both know what that means.” she raised a brow as he took a step forward and she deliberately looked down at his feet and looked pointedly back up at his face, standing slightly straighter and sticking her chin up slightly in the air so they were a little more level. she wasn't that much shorter than him and normally it didn't bother her but today, it did. "enlighten me oh wise one" she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she dropped her arms from her chest and reached out to put one fair square in the middle of his chest so he couldn't step closer until she let him. she didn't push him this time though, he was closer than she had planned on letting him get but she couldn't shove him away again .. darn. “I’m sure it would have. But I know you can get pretty close to that if you give it your all. I won't fight back either.” she fought the heat that rose to her cheeks as she thought back on the marks she had left on his neck the last time they had tested out how well they could each bite. she knew she had walked around with her collar up for a little while till she had found a potion to make the marks fade from her neck, her sister would have killed her if she'd seen them. "well there's no point if you don't fight back.. it's not as fun" she said as she twisted her fingers into his shirt slightly, wanting to keep him guessing as to what she was going to do next.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
last online Mar 28, 2024 2:12:36 GMT -7
|
|
|
Nov 10, 2016 21:50:42 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2016 21:50:42 GMT -7
@ripley The corners of Émile’s mouth curved into a sly smile as Ripley said she didn’t give just anyone lollipops. He knew that. “And I don’t just take an interest in any normal person.” He raised his brow slightly to show that he was playing along with her little game. From her actions, he could tell she was still frustrated with how he had achieved his victory, but at the same time she was trying not to be mad at him. It was cute, watching the internal debate rage on. The best part was that Émile was positive she knew it was happening, and that he knew what was going on as well. Trying not to laugh at her feeble attempts to be upset at him, no matter what it was he said or did, he continued to watch silently as everything unfolded. He didn’t want to be the first one to make the move towards her, since doing so had already gotten him shoved. If she really was mad at him for doing what he had to in the maze, then things wouldn’t last past the second task, let alone the third one. He was here to risk life and limb, and not even Ripley’s protests of caution would slow him down. If anything, they’d make him work even harder, just to elicit the reaction he was getting from her right now, once again.
Ripley adjusted slightly to be closer to his height. Things would be impossible if she was short, like that one little girl that he ran into when he first arrived. That reminded him that he’d have to ask Ripley sometime about that other girl; if she was really as good a beater as she said she was. As she asked him to enlighten her, her hand now up against his chest, he could tell that things were going to go one of two ways. Either would be interesting. Without answering her, he lifted his hand past her arm, now firmly planted on his chest and starting to twist his shirt around, and he pushed the strands of hair that had fallen in front of her face to the side. Before the inevitable happened, he needed to get a few last quips in, or else it wouldn’t be an enlightening Émile conversation. Letting his hand drop back to his side, Émile grinned again. “I don’t like waiting Miss Krum, so if you’re going to hit me, get it over with already. Then we can kiss and make up.”
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
last online Mar 28, 2024 2:12:36 GMT -7
|
|
|
Nov 11, 2016 9:13:57 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2016 9:13:57 GMT -7
@emile as he moved his hand around her arm so he could brush the stray hairs off her face and tuck them to the side of her face, she frowned for a whole other reason. it was oddly cute and it was a warm feeling that rushed through her, not once at annoyance that he had ignored her, though she couldn't blame him, she had her hand on his chest and was twisting her fingers around his shirt and not totally hating the muscle she was feeling beneath her fingers. it wasn't the first time she had felt it but it would never become something she disliked. “I don’t like waiting Miss Krum, so if you’re going to hit me, get it over with already. Then we can kiss and make up.” she smirked slightly and tilted her head, her brown eyes moving to meet his and she looked up at him as he told her to get on with hitting him so they could kiss and make up. well the latter was certainly going to happen but she hadn't decided on whether she wanted to hit him again or not. in fact it was actually taking all of her effort not to shock him with pushing him against the nearest tree and starting that kissing thing early. but they weren't done with this conversation, it hadn't been enough for the both of them yet.
"and i don't like being rushed chevalier" she said in as sweet a voice as she could manage in that very moment. she uncurled her fingers from his shirt and patted her hand against his chest. "i'm still deciding on whether i want to give you a shiner or not" she said as she shrugged and moved to fold her hands over her chest, stepping back from him and sticking one hip out to the side slightly as she stood there, looking like she was deliberating. the latter won out. though she was sure that when she watched him in the next tasks he'd give her the opportunity to want to hit him again and again. so she'd wait till then, save it all up for when he won the next two tasks. "guess it's your lucky day, you beat a manticore and escaped a shiner, but now .." she said as she smirked and stepped forward again, moving to place her hands on his chest again as she pushed him back, though this time she didn't shove him, she went with the idea she'd had before, she pushed him up against one of the tree's lining the path they were standing on and she stretched up onto the tips of her toes. "tag, you're it" she said as she dropped her hands from his chest as quickly as she could and she moved back from him, the look in her eyes daring him to come get her.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
last online Mar 28, 2024 2:12:36 GMT -7
|
|
|
Nov 11, 2016 21:52:02 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2016 21:52:02 GMT -7
@ripley Watching Ripley smirk at him was a good sign that this little game of theirs wasn’t over yet. That was okay. He was still high on adrenaline from completing the maze, she could take all the time she wanted trying to tease him. Eventually he’d win, just like he had moments earlier with the first task. As she said she didn’t like being rushed, Émile chuckled. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.” He responded, biting down on his lower lip as she let go of his shirt and patted him instead, before stepping back. The amount of sass she was giving him was almost unbearable. “No rush, but hurry up.” He joked along. By this time, the majority of the crowd from the task had already disappeared. Émile had completely ignored his classmates and advisor; they weren’t exactly too important right now. Today had been all about having his eyes on the prize. He’d already obtained one, the other was playing hard to get. But he was a Chevalier. He wouldn’t have it any other way.
Émile smirked as Ripley said it was his lucky day. He didn’t believe in luck. Winning at everything made something like luck unnecessary. Useless. Even unwanted. If he couldn’t do something with his many talents, than it was time to switch things up and try a different way. He’d humor Ripley though, and go with the luck thing. “I guess I am. You’re much prettier than the manticore though, so I wouldn’t have minded taking one for the team.” His smirk grew, only to be taken by surprise as she pushed him again. He could tell from the force that this one was different from the first. This was playful. The mention of him being tagged confirmed that. “You do realize I just ran for my life through that maze, right?” Émile laughed, pointing over his shoulder at the maze. “So you better run for your life. Because I’m not losing here either.” Without hesitating, Émile burst from his spot up against the tree towards Ripley. He wasn’t going to get her right away. Actually, he knew she was athletic enough to get away for a little while. Feigning a reach towards her right arm, he jumped around to her left side, hoping that she was either willingly going to give up right away, or actually play. He hoped for the latter.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
last online Mar 28, 2024 2:12:36 GMT -7
|
|
|
Nov 13, 2016 12:35:00 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2016 12:35:00 GMT -7
@emile “I guess I am. You’re much prettier than the manticore though, so I wouldn’t have minded taking one for the team.” she raised a brow and smirked. she certainly hoped she was prettier than the manticore, not that she'd be the one to make that known to a manticore, it would probably try and rip her head off for it. then if emile was there .. she just let her eyes roll slightly at that one. “You do realize I just ran for my life through that maze, right?” she laughed at him. she knew he'd run the maze, she'd had a heart attack watching him do it. but that had been a fight for his life, this was a fight for something different. something she hoped he'd want. "well if you thought that was hard .." she teased as she made her move backwards away from her as quickly as she could. “So you better run for your life. Because I’m not losing here either.” she grinned as he burst forward from the tree and she moved backwards, light enough on her feet that she was confident that she'd be able to give him a run for his money. he was faster than she was, there was no doubt about that but she was agile, she could move faster than lightning, well something like that. her father often took great delight in telling her stories of when she had escaped even his grasp.
she saw his hand reach to her right and she smirked at him as she moved away from him, toward the hand he had feigned with. she wasn't going to fall for any tricks he was going to pull out of his hat, not today. "really emile ..?" she tried to taunt him playfully but she knew it would take more than that to get any sort of rise out of him, they were alike in that way. she grinned as she darted backward, keeping her eyes on his face. she had walked this path a hundred times in the last six years and she knew every part of it so she was sure she'd avoid anything she might run into, except emile. it was then she turned on her heel, her hair getting caught in the wind as she spun around and away from him and she darted to the edge of the path and jumped onto the large stones that followed the path along, she grinned as she looked back to see how close emile was and she laughed musically as she used her hands to push herself up onto one of the larger rocks and when she reached the edge she jumped across the gaps between this rock and the next, hoping to stay at least one rock ahead of emile.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
last online Mar 28, 2024 2:12:36 GMT -7
|
|
|
Nov 25, 2016 21:58:56 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2016 21:58:56 GMT -7
@ripley There was a part of him that didn’t want to have to keep running; exerting too much energy meant that he would be tired later on, and that meant missing whatever party the few Beauxbatons that were still friendly with him would throw. But maybe, just maybe, this would take his attention away from that. He figured a party wouldn’t really be the most enjoyable thing in the world since everyone knew he was going to win in the first place. That was expected. If they really wanted to have a good time, they needed to wait until he won the whole thing.
Watching Ripley move backwards quickly up a path, taunting him the entire way. Keeping eye contact with her as she moved away faster and faster, Émile did his best to keep her within his view. He wasn’t ready to bolt after her again. Not yet. There was a time and place to capitalize on speed and agility like that, and if she was nimbly moving up a path like this without having to look, now wasn’t the best opportunity for him to give it his all. To add to that, Ripley was a Krum. It would be stupid to try and take her on in her own territory and expect to win right away. He’d chip away, make sure she made a mistake, then he’d be on her in a second. It was inevitable. And Émile was good at capitalizing on errors of others.
Eventually Ripley turned off the path, spinning around and jumping up onto a rock. Now was the time to give chase. Making up a good portion of the ground he had lost, Émile hopped easily up onto the rock that Ripley had, only to see her already skipping onto the next one. Perfect. Now they were going to jump from rock to rock. Feeling his heart start to race from the sheer thrill of giving chase like this, Émile pushed himself to his feet and followed Ripley’s lead, rock after rock, but always far enough behind that he couldn’t catch her. She was smart; this would prove difficult to catch up on. Trying to shorten the gap, he decided to completely jump over one of the rocks. In doing so, his foot planted itself on the front edge of the rock he was trying to land on, his ankle rolling underneath the rest of his body as he came down on the rock. There wasn’t much of a chance to recover from that, instead talking the sprained ankle and attempting to half-jump to the next rock, only then realizing that it was going to be impossible to continue like that. Sitting down, he pulled his wand out with a series of expletives and French, thinking what spell to use, still keeping an eye on Ripley to make sure she didn’t get too far ahead.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
last online Mar 28, 2024 2:12:36 GMT -7
|
|
|
Nov 27, 2016 5:34:51 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2016 5:34:51 GMT -7
@emile she figured she'd slow down soon and let him make up any ground he had started to gain. she wasn't a fool, she knew he would be tired from his time in the race but since they had a habit of finding places that were out of the path of other people and this was her way of getting to one of them. there was no one else around, they were probably all still back at the maze trying to work out how hogwarts had lost the task and trying to regain some of the confidence a lot of them had had before the task. she turned her head over her shoulder to a dead stop when she saw that emile was sitting on a rock a little ways behind her. obviously he had stopped jumping after her a few moments ago. she tilted her head slightly as she wondered why. she waited a few moments, torn between going back and keeping on going encase it was a rouse to trick her into going back to him. she ran a hand through her hair slightly as she decided on going back. after all he had taken out his wand. plus he had stopped. nothing had made him stop in the maze and while he'd been in a competition for probably the biggest event of his life, he didn't like to loose. even in a race against her so for him to stop it must have been something worse than not serious.
she jumped back from rock to rock, landing gracefully on the balls of her feet as she planned her next jump till she was on the rock before the one he was sitting on. she crouched down and chewed her lip, looking him over to see if she could see anything openly wrong with him. "if you think i'm getting close enough for you to grab me .. " she said with a smile as her eyes settled on his leg. that must be it. he was using his arms, he was sitting up and he seemed to be all there so it was the most obvious thing she could think of. she moved onto her knee's and crawled to the edge of the rock, forgetting in that moment that she had been planning to stay out of arms reach and she sat herself down on the edge of her rock, facing him as he sat on his. "this means i win you know" she teased softy as she brushed some hair behind her ear and she looked him square in the face. "let me see it" she said firmly, pulling her own wand from her back pocket. she knew some pretty good healing spells, since her and most of her siblings were prone to hurting themselves while playing quidditch. "and if you argue with me i won't let you near my neck for at least a full two days" she said, a cheeky smile quirking the edge of her lips.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
last online Mar 28, 2024 2:12:36 GMT -7
|
|
|
Dec 4, 2016 0:24:55 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2016 0:24:55 GMT -7
@ripley Despite being extremely apt with his spells and athletics throughout the first task, it seemed like his luck had finally run out. Whatever he had done to his ankle, it was starting to swell almost immediately upon inspection. The other issue he was having was that there was a great distraction in front of him, gracefully skipping away on rocks. Rather frustrated, Émile was willing to let his ankle continue to swell as long as it meant he could give chase still. Unfortunately, that wasn’t going to happen any time soon, and his distraction appeared to notice what was going on. Ripley was just as quickly back to him as she had done when escaping his clutches earlier. He’d remember how nimble she was for the future. “Well, once I’m fixed up we can continue. I’ll let you get a lead again.” He tried a few more spells but nothing seemed to work. Not even the layer of ice he shot over the swollen muscles. If anything, that looked like it made everything worse.
By the time he looked up again, she was closer, pulling out her own wand to take a look at it. “Fine, you win.” He joked back. Depending on how the healing went, that very well might be the case. Émile was competition hungry, but he had just one the first task of the Triwizard Tournament. He could do with a small break. If anything, this chase was just his dessert. Or would have been. “No complaints from me. I don’t think I could go that long.” He probably could. But he knew Ripley. She’d probably taunt him with it. That would kill him the most. She always seemed to be one step ahead of him, and he wasn’t sure if he had let that happen on purpose or if she really was always in front of him. He didn’t mind one bit.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
last online Mar 28, 2024 2:12:36 GMT -7
|
|
|
Dec 5, 2016 8:19:29 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2016 8:19:29 GMT -7
@emile “Fine, you win.” she grinned at him and nodded slightly. she'd take that, though it wasn't as sweet a victory as it would have been if she'd have won while they were on even ground but a win was a win, even if emile had been injured in the battle for it. "well it was only a matter of time" she said, smiling still as she sat on her haunches and looked at his ankle. it seemed that nothing he had done to it had worked. she had seen broken bones before, her and her siblings weren't afraid to get hurt and she had seen played on her father's teams get hurt and other players during games. it wasn't as it if was going to gross her out. “No complaints from me. I don’t think I could go that long.” she nodded slightly, thinking in the back of her head that it would be interesting to see how long either of them could go. though she didn't say anything about it in that moment, she was too busy looking at his ankle and trying to work out if it was broken or not.
as gentle as she could she cupped her hand under it and pointed her wand at it, holding the tip just above where she could see it swelling the most. she said the spell her father had used to fix her broken arm when she'd been a kid. as soon as she'd come of age to use magic she had asked him to teach it to her. it wasn't a spell that was going to go to waste anytime soon, after all broken bones seemed to be a common thing. she kept her hand around his ankle as she waited to see if the spell did anything to take the pain he would have been feeling away and if it mended the bones she was sure were broken beneath the skin. she looked at his face and couldn't help but smirk a little. "so what's this chevalier .. you can beat a manticore but you let a rock and a girl get the best of you?" she teased him as she leaned a little more over the gap between the two rocks they were sitting on.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
last online Mar 28, 2024 2:12:36 GMT -7
|
|
|
Dec 12, 2016 12:01:16 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2016 12:01:16 GMT -7
@ripley Only a matter of time? That sounded like she thought she was going to win at the end of all of this. Émile wouldn’t even have thought about letting her actually do that. If he hadn’t fallen, this wouldn’t have happened in the first place. Eventually he would have caught up, whether it was after submitting to defeat or actually running her down. Neither of them could have kept it up all day, but he was positive the chase would have ended in his favor regardless. As far as he was concerned, it still was in his favor, even if she thought she had the upper hand. The only thing that was holding him back still was the busted up ankle, and it seemed like that was going absolutely nowhere, no thanks to his “expertise” in healing.
By this point, Ripley had crouched down near him and was observing the ankle. It dawned on Émile that she probably had a good idea on how to fix injuries, being a Quidditch player and all. This thing of swollen whatever it was seemed oddly reminiscent of a freaky sports injury. Émile wasn’t a fan of watching muggle sports, since they were muggles after all, but he had witnessed quite a few injuries that looked identical to this one. Still, he had no idea what to call it or how to fix it.
Watching her move her hands and wand towards his ankle, Émile waited to see what would happen. It had become quite swollen in the short amount of time since it happened, probably no thanks to his effort to continue running on it. If it was broken, then that would explain his failed attempts to heal it. He hadn’t tried any spells that could mend bone. Ripley’s spell, whatever it was, seemed to be working though. The throbbing pain that was radiating throughout his leg was starting to go away. He looked up at her and laughed as she mentioned her and the rock beating him, where the manticore couldn’t. “My luck ran out I guess.” He paused. “I think you can help with getting that back though. You know that dance thing? Apparently I have to attend it. And you look like you can dance pretty well.” Émile tried to move his leg a little bit before continuing. “So you’re going to be my date to it. No arguing.”
|
|
|
|