14 Mar 2025, 19:51
Bruise Beyond the Skin
Spoken: #75001d Clothes: Gray pyjama pants, thick sweater & bruised jaw to cheek
15.March.2025
He though two or three hours might have passed, but he wasn't too sure about his perception of time. Maybe it had already been four, or only one. Eldred had been treated shortly after arriving at the Hospital Wing. In addition to a cream for the bruise and swelling, he‘d been given an aspirin and was told to rest. If only his body was the only thing bothering him after the incident, the 12-year-old boy would have been as happy as ever and ready to march back to the Gryffindor House with a beaming smile plastered on his face...
The circumstances, however, were different and much more unfortunate. He wasn't crying, but the lump in his throat sat thick and uncomfortably close to his heart. Eldred sat at the foot of his hospital bed, gazing down and at the gray plaid pajama pants he was still wearing. His trustworthy and great friend Sinclair was no longer with him. To give him privacy with the Hospital-Wing staff, she had already returned to the Gryffindor dormitory earlier. He was almost glad, as he hoped she would collect the yellow slippers he‘d surely left behind. He couldn't put into words how grateful he was to the other student. Who knows what he would have done without her when Kostas attacked? Probably still lying on the carpet, staring ahead in confusion, until his body gave way and collapsed.
Thanks to her, he was here now, sitting safely on the soft mattress, with more than just a moment to himself. Since the rules of the Hospital Wing prohibited loud noise during visits, it was relatively peacefully quiet. The warm light from outside streamed into the room filled with white beds, and Eldred could slowly exhale. His brown hair was wild on his face, and he felt terribly untidy. The purple bruise stretched over his jaw, up his cheek, and his lips were still as pale as the wall. Though he wasn’t dizzy anymore, the color just hadn’t returned due to stress and fatique.
His fingers traced a circle on his own thigh. Would the story be told around? After all, they hadn’t been alone in the Gryffindor dormitory, and Eldred wasn’t sure if other students had been watching. Deep down, he hoped he wouldn’t be portrait as a fool in front of all of Hogwarts – just because he‘d been polite and wanted to give Kostas a chance. So much for the values his parents had taught him.
Interaction:@Sebastian Drake
15 Mar 2025, 11:17
Bruise Beyond the Skin
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・❥・  ・❥・•Veela Allure in Effect• —date. [ 15th March, 2025]———event. [Bruise Beyond The Skin]——————------------------------ The not-so-quiet whispers between gobby Gryffindors about a fight in the common room eventually reached Sebastian's ears. A gossip fiend like him never stayed out of the drama for long. He hadn’t gathered who had been involved from what he’d caught on to in the corridors, but someone had apparently been gruesome. Intrigued as to who had been beaten to a pulp, and hoping it wasn’t anyone he cared about– albeit few, Sebastian made an U-turn from the greenhouses and headed towards the hospital wing. The boy hadn’t been there before, so it took an unnecessary amount of time before he found the right floor. After asking for directions a few times, he finally found the hospital wing. No one had ever beaten Sebastian— duh! Hence, he had no reason to be here until now, just to satiate his curiosity. Peeking his head through the open doors, his gaze searched the room, trying to identify figures behind white curtains and hospital beds. The room was awfully quiet and sterile— it reminded him about when Eldred had suggested he become a botanist at St Mungos hospital, and he was now more convinced than ever that it was not the route for him. Either way, he took a step inside to get a closer look, however not wanting to make it awfully obvious that he was here to snoop. On one of the beds sat a boy dressed in pajamas. Sebastian almost didn’t recognize him with the huge bruises on his swollen face, more than he remembered anyway, but then he realized who it was and took a step forward into view. “Eldred?” Sebastian burst out, scrunching his face in disbelief. Scurrying over to his bed, he sat down on the kind of soft mattress, gaze scanning the otherwise handsome but now completely busted face in something akin to horror. “What happened to your face?!” He barked. “They must be able to fix this? Right?!” tag. [@Eldred Grayswell ]—( codes by uly. )— | ———— |
Matisse Montfort | Beauxbatons
15 Mar 2025, 12:05
Bruise Beyond the Skin
Spoken: #75001d Clothes: Gray pyjama pants, thick sweater & bruised jaw to cheek
Hearing his name, Eldred first shifted his eyes and then turned his face towards the person from whom it came. He had expected Sinclair, who might be coming back, or the staff from the infirmary – but not Sebastian! Was he sick as well? Reflexively, his eyes scanned the brown-haired boy, checking for wounds or signs of illness, while Sebastian joined him on the bed. There was no hint of it on the other boy, that Eldred could make out.
Using all his internal knowledge, Eldred theorized that this must mean, Sebastian had heard it from somewhere. After all, Sebastian didn’t look sick or seemed to be there for himself. But he had asked about Eldred – which in turn meant Eldred could assume his name wasn’t part of whatever rumors were being spread. Of course, that was just his assumption; but he desperately hoped it was true. It would be the absolute worst if his name was now being passed around as the fool who had gotten beaten up.
His eyes finally lingered on Sebastian’s face. Embarrassment boiled up inside him at how purple his cheek and jaw must still be. Though it was much better thanks to the cream, and only 5% of the swelling remained, he still looked pale around the nose and terribly unhappy.
The fact that Sebastian, of all people, was now sitting on his bed didn’t help the lump in his throat. Of all things, Eldred did not want to sit there crying like a wimp in front of him.
This lead to the questions hitting his ears like bombs! Trying to breathe steadily, his throat trembled. How is one supposed to control their emotions when the one person they particularly like is sitting in front of them? He badly needed a hug, and Eldred hoped desperately that Sebastian wouldn’t see that as a problem. In one swift motion, he slipped his arms under Sebastian’s, around the thin waist, and pulled him closer. Since they were sitting close beforehand, it didn’t take much effort from the 12 year old. Eldred wrapped his arms tighter around Sebastian’s body and laid his eyes, partly demanding comfort, on his shoulders. To be honest, he also wanted to hide his jaw and as much face as he could.
Only now did the first tears start to gather in his eyes, but he forced his voice to sound somewhat neutral despite the weakness. "I just wanted to be nice to Kostas Woods..." he whispered against Sebastian's shoulder and neck. "He's such a jerk, Sebastian, I can‘t believe that arse is in our house.."
Interaction:@Sebastian Drake
16 Mar 2025, 11:38
Bruise Beyond the Skin
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・❥・ ・❥・•Veela Allure in Effect• —date. [ 15th March, 2025]———event. [Bruise Beyond The Skin]——————------------------------ Sebastian allowed Eldred to pull him into a hug, wrapping his arms comfortingly around his shoulders and rubbed down his back. Whatever he was comforting him for, the clueless boy wasn’t sure, but it seemed like he needed it. He was still really confused about how he’d ended up here, completely beaten up. Seb had almost forgotten the reason he’d come to the hospital wing in the first place; not connecting the dots to the fight he’d heard about, and his bruised up friend in his arms. And he’d still not gotten an answer to if the nurse would be able to fix this. It would be a terrible shame if his handsome visage was ruined for good! Sebastian couldn’t imagine many things that would be worse— If his face got fucked up! He shook that thought of his head; he didn’t want to think about it. Shivers went down his spine as Eldred breathed out in his neck, the feeling momentarily distracting him from what he was actually saying. The name he mentioned was unknown to him, so he couldn’t confirm whether or not he was truly an arse, or if he belonged in their house. Suppose he would have to take Eldred’s words for it. “I don’t know who that is…” He whispered. Unbeknownst to Sebastian, he’d previously talked about the same guy, referenced as ‘a really unfriendly guy’ at his party, minus the name. Maybe he was just slow, but it took an embarrassingly long time for him to see the correlation between Eldred beaten up and the Woods and-potentially-an-arse guy. When he did, he exclaimed “Oh!” dumbly. “Did you get into a fight with this Kortas Woods?” He said the name as if it was foreign, feigning some greek accent. Yes, he’d already forgotten the name, which he thought was quite a mouthful. But why would Eldred fight some guy….? I mean, Eldred is pretty, and he seems to manage the homework well, but he’s not exactly buff! It didn’t sound like a fair fight. Thoughts like that were going through Sebastian's head to make sense of the situation. tag. [@Eldred Grayswell ]—( codes by uly. )— | ———— |
Matisse Montfort | Beauxbatons
16 Mar 2025, 12:19
Bruise Beyond the Skin
Spoken: #75001d Clothes: Gray pyjama pants, thick sweater & bruised jaw to cheek
For reassurance, the 12-year-old began gently burying his face in Sebastian’s clothing. It was the naive attempt to disappear completely, and hide in the one scent he liked the most. The familiar smell of Sebastian at least kept him from starting to sobbing. It smelled like home—or at least the home he had come to know at Hogwarts. This was mainly because Eldred knew Sebastian was someone he could trust, and whom he liked that deeply.
The arms around him comforted Eldred enough to force an explanation from his mouth. The words came out mumbled, with his face buried in the fabric, but at least they were somewhat understandable. Sebastian seemed a bit confused by the situation, at least based on what Eldred had heard him say. "Something like that," he replied. " I just wanted to be nice, and I thought he saw that, and then he smiled smugly before he punched me in the face. He was one of those bad types, you know, pale, wild black hair, dark eyes, I thought I shouldnt judge him unfairly..... Kostas-Woods, not Kortas." Toward the end, Eldred had to tremble slightly; he was desperately holding back a laugh - not a sniffle.
Despite the sadness, Sebastian’s slip-up in remembering the name was too ironically funny for Eldred. " Be careful not to call him Kortas to his face, or you'll be the next one to get hit..." Eldred lifted his head slightly. His eyes were now reddened from the tears that had quietly run down his cheeks and onto Sebastian‘s clothes. " But the staff here is really good... I should look as good as new soon... I think." If he understood correctly. Eldred tried to smile, but it was more of a sad attempt, his eyes and breath was still trembling and the sore face didn‘t help it either.
Interaction:@Sebastian Drake
17 Mar 2025, 16:59
Bruise Beyond the Skin
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・❥・ ・❥・•Veela Allure in Effect• —date. [ 15th March, 2025]———event. [Bruise Beyond The Skin]——————------------------------ Sebastian nodded. ’Pale’, ’wild black hair’ and ’dark eyes’ did sound like a bad type. The archetype of a bad boy in all his dad’s movies, minus the tattoos. He hummed in agreement when he corrected his name, thought he wasn’t really listening enough to actually remember it this time either. Instead he wondered curiously, as if he was trying to prove some kind of point to himself: ”And did he have tattoos?” That would be ultimate bad boy, not considering that most students would not be old enough to get one. To his warning, Sebastian just gave him a reassuring smile. ”Aw, don’t worry. I’ll be fine. If I meet any guys with weird names I’ll watch out.” If he could remember it by then, but why would anyone want to hit Sebastian! Syrah might have liked that… the thought crossed his mind lazily. It was nice of Eldred to be worried about him, but Seb didn’t think he had anything to worry about. It was very unlikely that he would end up in an argument with Kortas- er… whatever— or with anyone for that matter! The boy avoided arguments like the plague, unless it was among others and he was a mere observer of the drama. Then bring the popcorn! Tea. Of course, he wouldn’t have just stood by to eat popcorn if he’d seen Eldred, or anyone else he actually liked, get into a fight— most importantly he just didn’t want to get into fights himself. On a positive note, Eldred would most likely be back to normal in no time, with the help of magic. Pulling away slightly, the other boy offered him a smile that honestly looked painful and Sebastian returned it in pity, taking his hand comfortingly in his and rubbed small circles on the back of it. He was trying to not grimace and make it obvious how bad it looked, in his eyes. The bruises wasn’t even the worst part— it was the slight swelling that distorted the features he liked the most, with red swollen eyes to boot. ”I suppose we’ll just have to trust the nurses…” He really hoped they would. ”And don’t get into any more fights! Don't trust any bitches! Okay?” Rich coming from him, but Seb wasn't the one getting beaten up. tag. [@Eldred Grayswell ]—( codes by uly. )— | ———— |
Matisse Montfort | Beauxbatons
18 Mar 2025, 11:34
Bruise Beyond the Skin
Spoken: #75001d Clothes: Gray pyjama pants, thick sweater & bruised jaw to cheek
Tattoos? The question thundered through Eldred's mind, chasing every thought and hitting them in the face until they collapsed, lifelessly. The question overwhelmed him in a humorous way. For a moment, he froze in his movements, and a burst of laughter almost forced its way through his body. Practiced in Selfcontrol he supressed it, but the tears kept flowing.
Sebastian was strange. No matter what the handsome boy thought of himself, Eldred found him irresistibly odd in the way those ideas came out of him through actions and words. Let alone the statement that he would be cautious when meeting someone with strange names! As the tears flowed, Eldred quietly responded, "For that, you would have to have already spoken to the person..." Wasn’t that obvious? Maybe not—but the idea popped into Eldred's head that Sebastian might ask someone their name who was obviously a murderer. The person answers, ‚Herbert the Friendly Ghost‘ or ‚John Smith‘ and despite bloodstained hands, Sebastian would nod politely because—well, the name isn't weird! Eldred could see it briefly in his mind, even though he didn’t think Sebastian was stupid at all - the thought was just too entertaining.
After Eldred had slightly during their conversation, he tried to force a smile—only to end up with a sad expression instead. Sebastian took his hand in his. The red eyes were slightly swollen from the salty tears. Especially since Eldred wasn’t the type to simply cry. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had done so. His body and skin was obviously not used to it.
"I promise I won’t fight with anyone anymore... well, not without preparation..," he explained to the other. For a brief moment, a confident seriousness flashed in his gray eyes, despite the pitiful appearance he had. Following it, Eldred reached for Sebastian’s hand with his other. His fingers gently wrapped around the Sebastian‘s and the boy tilted his head slightly. "Do you think I can sleep in your bed later...?" he asked in a hushed tone, in case any curious student might sneak around the corner. He wasn’t ashamed of it at all, but he wasn’t sure how much Sebastian would like it if others knew of the two boys doing a sleepover. Eldred would have preferred to already be there. They could curl up and talk about Kostas , perhaps even Gossip about homework to keep Eldred's mind off of this terrible day.
Interaction:@Sebastian Drake