6 Jan 2020, 06:32
All Work and No Play
The freezing air evaporating the water off his skin and soaked pants kept Jack from laying there on the ground too long. Soon he was sitting up and hugging himself, shivering like mad as he looked around for the dry clothes he had stripped off earlier. By the time he discovered and was crawling over to them, the Gryffindor girl was verbally attacking him again. He ignored her for the most part, grabbing his vest and using it to dry himself off as best he could while tossing his robes at his assailant's face for her to do the same.
"Hey, you pushed me first!" he shot back, in no mood to argue, but always ready to defend himself regardless. "And I never threatened you! Get your facts straight!"
Once he had mopped up most of the water with his vest, the boy pulled his shirt back on and buttoned it up, rubbing himself to keep warm. At least it was easier when he was dry. His damp hair still clung to his head and he pushed it back with his fingers.
"If I hadn't saved you, I really would have been blamed for your death! Duh! Dislike had nothing to do with it. And it's not like I had the time to get a professor over here!"
At the brunette's raving that he should have let her drown and that she wasn't worth saving, Jack squinted at her in disbelief. "What?! What are you saying? Did you drink lake water?" With a groan, he reminded himself that neither of them had time for this. They needed to get indoors and by a fire as soon as possible or they could catch cold or worse.
The Slytherin grabbed the cloth of the robes he had thrown over the Gryffindor girl and attempted to drag her toward the castle, acting as if he hadn't heard her remarks about his clothes.
"Come on! We're going inside. That's enough of the 'great outdoors' for one day, I think..."
@Adamina Scasson
"Hey, you pushed me first!" he shot back, in no mood to argue, but always ready to defend himself regardless. "And I never threatened you! Get your facts straight!"
Once he had mopped up most of the water with his vest, the boy pulled his shirt back on and buttoned it up, rubbing himself to keep warm. At least it was easier when he was dry. His damp hair still clung to his head and he pushed it back with his fingers.
"If I hadn't saved you, I really would have been blamed for your death! Duh! Dislike had nothing to do with it. And it's not like I had the time to get a professor over here!"
At the brunette's raving that he should have let her drown and that she wasn't worth saving, Jack squinted at her in disbelief. "What?! What are you saying? Did you drink lake water?" With a groan, he reminded himself that neither of them had time for this. They needed to get indoors and by a fire as soon as possible or they could catch cold or worse.
The Slytherin grabbed the cloth of the robes he had thrown over the Gryffindor girl and attempted to drag her toward the castle, acting as if he hadn't heard her remarks about his clothes.
"Come on! We're going inside. That's enough of the 'great outdoors' for one day, I think..."
@Adamina Scasson
PC: Jack Burnett | iNPC: Ginyami Midorimori
6 Jan 2020, 07:06
All Work and No Play
God, her head felt like it was filled with fuzz. Adamina's hands had shot out several moments after he had grown the robes, after they had already hit the ground, and she struggled to form a coherent thought now, her head pounding.
She pulled the sleeve over her arm, slowly pulling it over her as she rolled her eyes at the Slytherin's comment about drinking lake water. She opened her mouth to argue, but only a sharp yelp campout when he virtually began dragging her to Hogwarts, her legs moving slowly and then quickly scrambling to get her feet back under her. She walked with him, quickly trigging the robes out of his grasp and scowling, vague arguments drifting through her head.
"As for drinking lake water, are you actually dumb?" she said, her words coming out vaguely slurred as she rubbed her arms quickly to try and re-heat her body. "Your chance of hypothermia and/or death is incredibly lessened if you didn't jump in after me. If you had just let me be, it would be a win-lose. If you jumped in after me, which you did oddly enough," the brunette said, eyes narrowing, "It'd be a higher chance of lose-lose, and yet somehow you pulled off a win-win. It's not 'lake water'," she said, hands coming up to form air-quotes, "It's statistics."
"And hey - I pushed you away from the lake in a desperate last-minute bid to stop you from going in!" Adamina replied to his earlier comment, still a bit out of it. "Wouldn't want those pretty hazel eyes not blinking anymore, right?" the Gryffindor said, giggling slightly. Oddly enough, she felt heat blooming her cheeks, the sensible part of her quite embarrassed about what she had just said.
Suddenly, a flash of memory came back to Adamina, of her tossing a leather journal away from her as she fell. She stopped in her tracks, eyes widening, muttering, "Oh crap..." She lunged forward, grabbing Jack's hand, panic surging through her. "Left something - at Lake? It's important and I... I need it," the first-year said, stumbling her way around the sentence, trying to rush out her words, heart pounding.
She met the Slytherin's eyes, her own grey ones pleading and desperate. "Please."
@Jack Burnett
She pulled the sleeve over her arm, slowly pulling it over her as she rolled her eyes at the Slytherin's comment about drinking lake water. She opened her mouth to argue, but only a sharp yelp campout when he virtually began dragging her to Hogwarts, her legs moving slowly and then quickly scrambling to get her feet back under her. She walked with him, quickly trigging the robes out of his grasp and scowling, vague arguments drifting through her head.
"As for drinking lake water, are you actually dumb?" she said, her words coming out vaguely slurred as she rubbed her arms quickly to try and re-heat her body. "Your chance of hypothermia and/or death is incredibly lessened if you didn't jump in after me. If you had just let me be, it would be a win-lose. If you jumped in after me, which you did oddly enough," the brunette said, eyes narrowing, "It'd be a higher chance of lose-lose, and yet somehow you pulled off a win-win. It's not 'lake water'," she said, hands coming up to form air-quotes, "It's statistics."
"And hey - I pushed you away from the lake in a desperate last-minute bid to stop you from going in!" Adamina replied to his earlier comment, still a bit out of it. "Wouldn't want those pretty hazel eyes not blinking anymore, right?" the Gryffindor said, giggling slightly. Oddly enough, she felt heat blooming her cheeks, the sensible part of her quite embarrassed about what she had just said.
Suddenly, a flash of memory came back to Adamina, of her tossing a leather journal away from her as she fell. She stopped in her tracks, eyes widening, muttering, "Oh crap..." She lunged forward, grabbing Jack's hand, panic surging through her. "Left something - at Lake? It's important and I... I need it," the first-year said, stumbling her way around the sentence, trying to rush out her words, heart pounding.
She met the Slytherin's eyes, her own grey ones pleading and desperate. "Please."
@Jack Burnett
8 Jan 2020, 19:18
All Work and No Play
Jack closed his eyes a moment, doing his best to maintain what little patience he had left as he continued to tug the Gryffindor girl along behind him. "I know what my chances would have been. Yes, they might have been decreased for hypothermia, but they would have been incredibly increased for indirect murder. It would have been a lose-lose result no matter what. Wasn't that the exact same reason you gave me for why you tried to stop me from jumping into the lake in the first place?
"Only in my case," the Slytherin continued, "the logic is a lot more sound because I was more likely to be blamed for your death than you would have been for mine if you'd gone to get a teacher." Muttering quietly under his breath, he added, "You're not the one who already has a reputation for causing others problems...and I'd hardly call this a 'win-win'..."
He cast her a look of obvious skepticism when she claimed to be spouting what she called 'statistics' before turning back to his task of getting them both indoors and to the infirmary. It wasn't until she mentioned his eyes that he glanced back at her again, this time with more incredulity than ever before.
"You know what? I bet you already have hypothermia," he snapped, his stress suddenly skyrocketing as he reached to feel her forehead for her temperature with his free hand - only to realize that wouldn't have done much good with his limbs as cold as they were. He could hardly tell his own temperature, let alone hers. When she reached for his hand and pleaded with him, he set his jaw, refusing to be moved.
"You're slurring and you're confused. Forget what you left; you can go back for it later." She had spent more time in the water than he had, after all. It was better to be safe than sorry.
Still, if she remembered her journal in as muddled a state as she was in, it must have really been important to her. Jack groaned again and pressed his free hand to his face.
"Fine!" he shouted after a moment. Lifting an arm, he pointed the way to the infirmary. "Go to the nurse and tell her what happened. I'll go run and get your notes. We'll meet up inside, okay? And you better be there, or you won't be getting them back!"
Without giving the girl time to argue or reply, Jack bolted back the way they had come. He figured running was one way of heating him back up and keeping him from losing consciousness, especially when he had a clear goal in mind. His memory of where the Gryffindor had tossed her leather-bound journal was fresh enough; it had stuck in his mind due to his surprise at how much she cared for a few pages of writing.
@Adamina Scasson
"Only in my case," the Slytherin continued, "the logic is a lot more sound because I was more likely to be blamed for your death than you would have been for mine if you'd gone to get a teacher." Muttering quietly under his breath, he added, "You're not the one who already has a reputation for causing others problems...and I'd hardly call this a 'win-win'..."
He cast her a look of obvious skepticism when she claimed to be spouting what she called 'statistics' before turning back to his task of getting them both indoors and to the infirmary. It wasn't until she mentioned his eyes that he glanced back at her again, this time with more incredulity than ever before.
"You know what? I bet you already have hypothermia," he snapped, his stress suddenly skyrocketing as he reached to feel her forehead for her temperature with his free hand - only to realize that wouldn't have done much good with his limbs as cold as they were. He could hardly tell his own temperature, let alone hers. When she reached for his hand and pleaded with him, he set his jaw, refusing to be moved.
"You're slurring and you're confused. Forget what you left; you can go back for it later." She had spent more time in the water than he had, after all. It was better to be safe than sorry.
Still, if she remembered her journal in as muddled a state as she was in, it must have really been important to her. Jack groaned again and pressed his free hand to his face.
"Fine!" he shouted after a moment. Lifting an arm, he pointed the way to the infirmary. "Go to the nurse and tell her what happened. I'll go run and get your notes. We'll meet up inside, okay? And you better be there, or you won't be getting them back!"
Without giving the girl time to argue or reply, Jack bolted back the way they had come. He figured running was one way of heating him back up and keeping him from losing consciousness, especially when he had a clear goal in mind. His memory of where the Gryffindor had tossed her leather-bound journal was fresh enough; it had stuck in his mind due to his surprise at how much she cared for a few pages of writing.
@Adamina Scasson
PC: Jack Burnett | iNPC: Ginyami Midorimori