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Why don't I introduce myself with my first name?
๑Syphier was spending a few moments within herself, contemplating, reflecting, and generally reassembling her mental state. Azarel had been considerably shaken. Truth be told, of the few fights she'd gotten into in her life, none of them had been physical. Sure, she'd taken a bad hit in a duel once, but nothing like this. This had been... barbaric. Lifting her eyes after a moment, watching Damien berate Ajay. Wait, had Ajay been laughing...?? Syphier narrowed her eyes (eye. the left one was swelling) as she listened. Normally, she wouldn't like to assume anything. However, recalling the carriage incident, Syphier decided that she wouldn't put such a thing past him. She wasn't sure what his plan would meant to have been, however. Azarel Syphier's appearance had been entirely random, an impulse on her part. However, she had no proof that Ajay had done it and, other than a lack of other people under suspicion, no grounds for accusation, even within her own mind. Hopefully, however, the nurse would figure out exactly what had happened to the girl, and they could track the culprit from there.
Syphier drew herself from her trance to listen to Damien, blinking at him a bit as he went on about the kinds of spells he did and didn't know. It was kind of cute. If Syphier hadn't had her good mood shattered, she would have laughed. But, as it were, she was more concerned with his offer to heal her arm. Frowning, she looked down at her shoulder, holding that arm with the opposite hand.
"I...was planning on healing it myself, but.... go on." Syphier released her arm and angled herself to give Damien a clear shot at her injured shoulder, gripping her broom tightly next to her. Druid had calmed down by then, and snuggled back down into Syphier's shirt. She braced herself for the spell, but couldn't restrain the tiny gasp of pain when the bone cracked back into place. It was terribly painful for Syphier, delicate pixie girl that she was. Her eyes watered, but she squeezed them shut, not allowing them to spill over. Teeth clenched tight together, Syphier took in rapid, deep breaths through her mouth until she regulated her breathing, and the pain melted away into a soothing warmth, with only a dull ache left behind. Inhaling and exhaling a few times, she straightened up, making the same placid face as before.
"Thanks, Frogs."
She nodded as Chocolate Frog Boy suggested Syphier coming along, and mounted her broom in one swift motion, rising a good three and a half feet off of the ground and gliding along next to him. "Ajay, you'll be kind enough to inform your potions professor of what happened, and excuse Spirea and Damien, won't you? I'm sure Slughorn will be very interested in exactly what happened." She said this in an emotionless voice, not bothering to even look at the boy as she glided off across the lawn with Damien. She had her customary frown again, staring off into the distance. In her six years at Hogwarts, She'd never gotten into a fistfight. Here it was, her second day of this year, snd she was covered in mud and blood, and she could feel that black eye throbbing. Normally, she wouldn't have minded the bruised eye so much. Syphier was never much to look after her appearance anyhow. However the thought of Dexterity seeing that... She frowned deeper. Contemplating for a moment, she reached up with her healed arm and brushed her hair to one side, so that it mostly covered her bruised eye. That would do, for a time. She glided along next to Damien silently as they crossed the grounds and entered the castle. After a time, however, something occurred to her.
"Hey Frogs, Spirea didn't hurt you, did she?"
Syphier drew herself from her trance to listen to Damien, blinking at him a bit as he went on about the kinds of spells he did and didn't know. It was kind of cute. If Syphier hadn't had her good mood shattered, she would have laughed. But, as it were, she was more concerned with his offer to heal her arm. Frowning, she looked down at her shoulder, holding that arm with the opposite hand.
"I...was planning on healing it myself, but.... go on." Syphier released her arm and angled herself to give Damien a clear shot at her injured shoulder, gripping her broom tightly next to her. Druid had calmed down by then, and snuggled back down into Syphier's shirt. She braced herself for the spell, but couldn't restrain the tiny gasp of pain when the bone cracked back into place. It was terribly painful for Syphier, delicate pixie girl that she was. Her eyes watered, but she squeezed them shut, not allowing them to spill over. Teeth clenched tight together, Syphier took in rapid, deep breaths through her mouth until she regulated her breathing, and the pain melted away into a soothing warmth, with only a dull ache left behind. Inhaling and exhaling a few times, she straightened up, making the same placid face as before.
"Thanks, Frogs."
She nodded as Chocolate Frog Boy suggested Syphier coming along, and mounted her broom in one swift motion, rising a good three and a half feet off of the ground and gliding along next to him. "Ajay, you'll be kind enough to inform your potions professor of what happened, and excuse Spirea and Damien, won't you? I'm sure Slughorn will be very interested in exactly what happened." She said this in an emotionless voice, not bothering to even look at the boy as she glided off across the lawn with Damien. She had her customary frown again, staring off into the distance. In her six years at Hogwarts, She'd never gotten into a fistfight. Here it was, her second day of this year, snd she was covered in mud and blood, and she could feel that black eye throbbing. Normally, she wouldn't have minded the bruised eye so much. Syphier was never much to look after her appearance anyhow. However the thought of Dexterity seeing that... She frowned deeper. Contemplating for a moment, she reached up with her healed arm and brushed her hair to one side, so that it mostly covered her bruised eye. That would do, for a time. She glided along next to Damien silently as they crossed the grounds and entered the castle. After a time, however, something occurred to her.
"Hey Frogs, Spirea didn't hurt you, did she?"
Well you wouldn't want to go around being introduced as the angel of death, now would you?
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