A Meeting of Unfortunate Circumstance | Flashback
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The slight ringing in his ears was quite melodic, the blow to his head must’ve have been pretty hard but with his adrenaline pumping he couldn’t be bothered with the pain. Mags would definitely be feeling it later. What a release, talking about his feelings, never felt as good, or as satisfying as laying a guy out. The physical pain masked his emotional hurt, and the endorphins gave him a high to keep his mood in check. It seemed to him that his professors would rather him be a depressed sad fuck. Fighting, something, anything, made him feel a sense of control, the alternative, sitting around doing nothing was an unbearable thought.
Knowing full well if he opened his eyes the world would spin, he opted instead to keep them closed. A unrecognizable broke his train of thought, which was currently trying to will himself to get up and out of there before the bloke realized he took his money. “Uhm, yeah.” The words were a strained, and breathy, followed by a fit of coughs as he tried to catch his breath. Blinking his eyes down hard, he attempted to open them to see if he could put a face to the voice. The world slowly but surely began to focus, as he studied the face, who in turn seemed to study him. He figured he looked like hell to warrant the expression on the young girl’s face. Cracking a toothy grin, he hoped to ease her worry. Immediately regretting the decision, the familiar sour metallic taste of blood meant his teeth were a bit stained, making him look more frightening.
“Could you do me a favor?” The hoarseness of his voice was offset by his friendly and calm tone, he didn’t want to appear savage. “I need to get out of this alleyway, if you could help me, say to that establishment across the way. I would be much obliged.” The educated manner in which he spoke would help inform her decision, he prayed. He wasn’t some drunkard, or rake, trying to take advantage just a simple student. Taping the Ravenclaw patch on his sweater, the blue had turned a shade of dark purple, from his crimson blood. “Just a humble school boy.”
The boy smiled and Marjorie fought the urge to scream. The blood crusting his teeth and dripping down his chin made him look like something out of a nightmare. Fortunately, his next words and his request for help seemed harmless. She was about to respond when he continued to speak, tapping lightly on the purple-tinted Ravenclaw patch embroidered on the left side of his sweater. “A humble school boy?” She raised her eyebrows, knowing the look on her face probably look half-stunned, half ready to laugh. “Maybe, but you certainly look like trouble.”
Realizing that she wouldn’t be able to offer any assistance with arms full of shopping she whipped out her bag, thankful that her mother had charmed it to be bigger on the inside and still remain light as a feather. She stuffed in all of her items and then stepped forward tentatively. She bent down, crouching beside him. “Is there a way that I can help you up without hurting you more in the process?”
She examined him closely, trying to decide if he’d been hurt seriously anywhere other than his face. When she was satisfied that moving him wouldn’t cause lasting damage, she wrapped her arm around his back and tucked her shoulder under his arm, lifting with all her strength. The two managed to stand after a moment or two of struggle and she let out a huff of air. “Alright, school boy, I’ll help get you out of the alley, but then you’ve got to let me fix your face. And you owe me a bloody good story about what happened here.”
