15 Mar 2020, 14:40
Sweet Relief
In Jürgen Hess' head, his entry was a bit more dignified, but no. Teeth-chattering, a bit hypothermic and incredibly irate, Jürgen entered shouting. The ice that had bound him in place was a rather dramatic means of delivery and the boy might have felt a bit embarrassed making the scene he was if it was not for the fact that they were being kidnapped. Well, that was the most logical explanation for it. Where were the adults! Where were the Prefects! Where....
Once inside the room, he would see it -- their kidnapper's doppelganger. It was like something out of a soap opera. While he had seen the nurse before, the one time he had been under the man's care he was burnt to a crisp and not really in a state for getting to know the man. Everything hurt then, staying still, moving, laying down, trying to stand. He felt hot, as if his flesh was made of tissue paper and that it was being stretched taut to the point of tearing every time he moved or crumpled up.
Once he was healed he returned straight away to classes but during his brief holiday he was able to convince his parents to allow him to take a trip to London, more specifically to St. Mungos. There, it was not a very pretty scene. Galton was not much more than a caged animal, in fact the staff did not treat him as much better. Considering how he was acting, it was somewhat understandable but it was not something he ever wanted to see again.
And then Galton cried out for his Candy Kingdom to save him and the Gryffindor's heart sank. It was happening again, one of those 'delusions of grandeur' one of those 'fits.' "Dude, not again. There is no candy!" Jürgen shouted, knowing in his heart that it was likely a futile effort.
When the ice melted, the boy who was soaking wet from the icy moisture would stumble away from the Auror. "Snap outta it dude!" He was literally fine a few minutes earlier. OK, well not fine, he was acting dang weird. "What in Merlin's grey beard is wrong with you!" Did he have any candy? Anything edible? He looked around quickly, at this moment he would take just about anything.
Once inside the room, he would see it -- their kidnapper's doppelganger. It was like something out of a soap opera. While he had seen the nurse before, the one time he had been under the man's care he was burnt to a crisp and not really in a state for getting to know the man. Everything hurt then, staying still, moving, laying down, trying to stand. He felt hot, as if his flesh was made of tissue paper and that it was being stretched taut to the point of tearing every time he moved or crumpled up.
Once he was healed he returned straight away to classes but during his brief holiday he was able to convince his parents to allow him to take a trip to London, more specifically to St. Mungos. There, it was not a very pretty scene. Galton was not much more than a caged animal, in fact the staff did not treat him as much better. Considering how he was acting, it was somewhat understandable but it was not something he ever wanted to see again.
And then Galton cried out for his Candy Kingdom to save him and the Gryffindor's heart sank. It was happening again, one of those 'delusions of grandeur' one of those 'fits.' "Dude, not again. There is no candy!" Jürgen shouted, knowing in his heart that it was likely a futile effort.
When the ice melted, the boy who was soaking wet from the icy moisture would stumble away from the Auror. "Snap outta it dude!" He was literally fine a few minutes earlier. OK, well not fine, he was acting dang weird. "What in Merlin's grey beard is wrong with you!" Did he have any candy? Anything edible? He looked around quickly, at this moment he would take just about anything.
Action: If Jürgen sees any candy, a sandwich, something edible, even a potion that is non-fatal, He would snatch the potion and try to give/feed it to Galton.
“People always clap for the wrong reasons.”
― J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
15 Mar 2020, 14:50
Sweet Relief
Would Jürgen find anything of use? Well, the loose innards of the students gathered in this room had caused Fin to lose his appetite. There was no half-eaten meal on a clean surface ready for the taking. The students in here had only been here for a few hours, there were no bouquets yet. No boxes of candy. No well-wishing sympathizers at bedside. Not yet in any case and that was likely for the best.
Fin hurried over to the boy still frozen, Galton the Candy King. The boy who was so out of his mind that he had to transfer him to St. Mungos. Hopefully the students listened to his warning and they put away anything that might entice the boy. "What happened? He was supposed to be treated. Recovered. Better." The exasperated nurse looked Galton over, but the ice was melting away and would not hold much longer. The hospital wing was unseasonably warm, he was often brewing something on the fire and today was no exception. Water rolled off the ice like beads of sweat. the icy shell would start to crack and give way.
Galton was breaking free. Not by the virtue of his might but rather the spell was ending.
There is something about ambition, how it not only propels you but also defines you.
15 Mar 2020, 15:03
Sweet Relief
"He has been poisoned," August declared simply. "Someone has tainted innocuous-appearing candies to..." he eyed the maddened child. "To create this unstable state," he explained simply without revealing the wrapped confectionery in his pocket. "Why him?" The question rhetorical and to himself. "No idea, but I think it is less a question of him being victimized and more... he sought it out," he explained. He wondered if the boy was right when he brought him back to the school. In fact, he knew that the boy was not right, that the return was premature.
"Concerning for addiction," he added. Of course it was rather obvious if one thought about it, the boy was a king in his own mind. The ruler of a kingdom made of candy. A world that he controlled, manipulated and consumed with a gluttonous pleasure. The boy was a glutton. A clue perhaps had he realized the truth of those candies.
The ice started to crack, that thin sheet of ice being all that held the boy at bay. He was not powerful enough to be dangerous but he could still cause some damage. The ice would crack, the boy would be free just as Jürgen snatched a potion bottle from a table. Nothing dangerous, nothing fatal, but the bottle was shiny and the liquid a nice sparkly amber. It was a laxative, so unpleasant of course. The potion thrust at the boy, rather than fed as Galton was free.
Would the boy consume the potion or would he scurry away to some corner of the room with his 'precious' like Golum?
20 Mar 2020, 08:14
Sweet Relief
Interacting with @Piérre Marchonné and @Xailah Alptraum
Mentioning Ross, Galton, Jürgen, and the VanCleaf brothers
Pericles peered up and over when he heard someone call out, and- given the caller had said "friend"- was both delighted and perplexed to find he was the one being greeted. A flimsy smile formed as the boy croaked back quietly: "Hullo again, Piérre." What meager expression of happiness he had managed to conjure up faded fast. Talking seemed to stir up that wretched, gut-twisting taste in his mouth. Something else put him off, too: wasn't the one who had invited him into Liberation been wearing Hufflepuff colors at the meeting...? Perhaps the impact of the stink bomb put a damper on the little investigator's propensity for recalling minute details. Once the apologizing began, his eyebrows arched high. He had not known who set the bomb off nor why, and automatically answered at a low volume, "You did this?" There was neither anger nor outrage to the query, only a weak bafflement. It rapidly turned to sympathy.
Piérre was believed- Peri did not think his intentions were malicious, nor had he intended an impact of this magnitude. It was then that he overheard it: a familiar female voice, perhaps a curtain or two away.... "I'll be just fine," the Ravenclaw insisted delicately, quietly, forcing another wobbly smile. "If it is any consolation, that was an impressive design. But you may want to consider keeping your accomplishment to yourself for now, you know; until tempers have cooled." He might be a bit on the socially awkward side, but even Peri knew when it was best to keep one's cards close. Given both Piérre and a boy across the way (Ross) asked what was going on, the first-year summoned his strength, raising his voice- hoarse from burning and coughing- to an audible level. "It would seem that stink bomb in the hall did us in, is all..." then he added, turning his head towards the source of agonized mewling: "Xailah...? Is that you and Schrodinger?"
Pericles' calling cut off for three reasons. For starters, simply speaking was making his stomach churn ominously. Then, there came a pair of apparently deranged Gryffindors (Galton and Jürgen) being hauled into sickbay, one howling obscenities and the other wrestling his way out of ice. This was watched with not nearly as much intrigue as the third source of his silence: the bizarre interaction between the VanClear men. He heeded the shattering of a glass as a potion was dropped, the polar opposite regards which the men seemed to bear towards one another, the not-so-subtle turbulence. Once more, the boy was watching with utmost care, unless either adult glanced his way. Should they, he would simply be found holding his stomach and screwing his freckled face up tight.
{ 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔞 𝔟𝔬𝔶: 𝔞 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢, 𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔬𝔶. 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔰𝔞𝔶 𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔣𝔞𝔯 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔢𝔞. }
(iNPC: Madhup Hexum)
20 Mar 2020, 19:37
Sweet Relief
Jürgen Hess tried to bring his friend Galton out of it. It would not be effective. Fin was confused, he hoped to never see this student in particular ever again, especially in this state. Why did Gryffindor have to be filled with troublemakers like Galton and deviants like Piérre he internally lamented. There was a part of Fin that was also angry, not at the situation. Children with magical abilities being taught how to cast spells and mix volatile potions was not only dangerous, but busy. Children were idiots. Idiots that by shear luck, force of will and the power of being protagonists in their own story, somehow survive until they manifest some semblance of common sense.
Little did the students realize what they were witnessing, the revelations that were being made here. The theme and the sin. The ultimate weakness of man. That adults are not that much different from them, certainly experienced but they were still confused, hurt and overwhelmed with the same experiences they were facing.
Again, a fixation with candy. A need to feed.
Some of these students were aware, perhaps even involved in a previous candy incident weeks earlier: a young man was selling Valentines Day candies. Some potential lovers used these candies as tools to force their most desired to 'love' them back. Well, perhaps not love, because someone does not use a tool such as those candies or that card to force a sentiment from someone they truly cared for. No, that was not love, that was something else entirely -- a glutton for affection; lust; curiosity.
There is something about ambition, how it not only propels you but also defines you.
20 Mar 2020, 23:38
Sweet Relief
♠ Interacting With Pericles Dralt ♠
♦ Comforting Schrödinger & Observing ♦
♠ Metamorphmagus ♠
♦ Cats Grace ♦
@Pericles Dralt
♦ Cats Grace ♦
@Pericles Dralt
Piérre was a lucky lad. Lucky in the sense, that his confessions to the crime had gone unheard by the Gryffindor prefect. A conveniently timed belch, from beyond a curtain near her, would cover the apologies of the Elf boy. If even the tiniest slip-up had been heard, it would have send the currently temperamental metamorph, reeling. No one hurt her cat- it was just something you didn't do. And it didn't matter if he was accidentally, or purposely hurt; someone was going to become victim of the child wrath. Schrödinger and his mistress, were an inseparable duo. The Gryffindor had the feline ever since he was a wee kitten. She was willing to die for the damn thing.
Heads were going to roll. Piérres head to be specific- if he were to admit to being the creator of the bomb, once again. But for now, she needed to focus on her cat, and make sure the miserable lump of flesh was comfortable. Unfortunately that was a nearly impossible task, due to the shouting from another student. It sounded like someone was trying to fight off one of the two adults, that were in the room. The prefect pulled her curtain back slightly, peeping out from behind the rough fabric. What she saw, was truly a sight to behold. It was almost funny, in a twisted sort of way. This had to have been a bad joke, or something.
The more she stared, the more she realized how familiar the people in the scene were. She knew both of the boys from somewhere- more so the one that resembled a gremlin. But where? She almost knew it, but her thoughts were interrupted by someone calling out to her, and her companion. She flinched at the sound of the voice. She could identify the mild mannered tone- she was quite good with identifying voices, and sounds. The voice could only belong to Pericles Dralt, the little Ravenclaw that she had met in the library only a few months ago. She hadn't know him for very long, and really had no intention of meeting him again after the brief interaction.
She didn't want to see him. She didn't want him to see her. A hospital was a place of weakness, and quite frankly she was too proud to even admit to being here. "Yes it- I mean. No. No, its not." She corrected herself firmly. She bit her lip, as an expression of awkwardness began to creep across her face. Well this was mildy embarrassing. She hoped that Pericles was either suddenly stupid, or just didn't care enough to ask any further questions. She sat there for a moment, in silence, before resuming to comfort her cat. She gave him a firm pat on his back, which only caused him to cough, and blow snot bubbles from his nose. Ah. Gross.
No matter how hard she tried to advert her attention from the fuss in the wing, she couldn't help but continue to watch everything unfold. Something just wasn't right about the whole thing- and it wasn't the fact that one child was trying to eat anything and everything, or the doppelganger of the school nurse. It was the nurse that just wasn't right. She was wary of him, and found him rather off-putting. Meenauh, had told the metamorph about her conversation with the twin. Maybe that was the reason why something about him just didn't sit right with her. Heck, maybe she was being paranoid- but she did wonder about what he did with the people that he couldn't help get better- the people he couldn't fix. She just...wondered.
Before me, you rightly tremble. But, fear is not what you owe me. You owe me awe....
Stamina: 12 ~ Evasion: 17 ~ Strength: 2 ~ Wisdom: 16 ~ Arcane Power: 4 ~ Accuracy: 17
Student Account: Martyr Daeva-Lazarus
28 Mar 2020, 23:25
Sweet Relief
Considering the fact that Galton has forgotten how to move (post) in his maddened state, the drooling lunatic once free of his icy confines would face plant onto the floor. Apparently... Probably... unconscious. The Auror would look down at the back of the child's head and mutter out-loud "well, that was anti-climatic..." He made no move to help the child that laid there motionless. He cleared his throat, "well, right then!" There was a tone of awkwardness, but the well-dressed Auror gave the nurse a smile before stating the obvious. "You look a lot like me on a bad day," a truth considering the casual attire Fin was wearing as well as his unshaven face and hair finger combed away from his forehead.
He thrust his hand into his pocket and retrieved the sweet Galton had given him before he had shoved a handful of them into his own mouth. "He had eaten several sweets at once after gifting me this," August explained. He did not have time for a private conversation. "His obsession with candy, something that was believed to be ID based, merely impulse control and delusions of grandeur, might have a common thread with reality," he frowned. "Which is something I fear," her admitted. "I need someone to look into this, what it might be. What it might mean. I need a potionieer."
A clear statement of desire - he was looking for answers to a mystery that had dragged him back to Hogwarts.
29 Mar 2020, 00:21
Sweet Relief
There was an expression of annoyance, of exasperation on Fin's face as August minimized this moment between them. Yes, he looked a lot like him because they were "...brothers" he interjected, ignoring the insult at the end of his sibling's statement.
August, apparently unfussed by what should have been a dramatic or at least a surprising reunion went on to discuss Galton's behavior, his presumptions and his hypothesis. "Seriously?" The male nurse snapped at the auror. "That is all?" His incredulous tone attempted to cover over the fact that he felt seriously wounded by August's indifference.
August pulled out a piece of candy, having the audacity to ask the man for a favor. Finny slapped the confectionery away, the cellophane wrapped nugget of pure sugar bounced as it tapped across the floor away from them and towards the hospital beds. It would roll beneath @Pericles Dralt's cot. "I waited my entire adult life," longer than that really "to be noticed." He clenched his jaw and gave his brother a long look. He did not want to say it out loud, he never intended to but the accusation just came out. "You could not even find five minutes to find me when you were here a year and a half ago," there was no way the Auror overlooked a name like VanCleaf and saw it as a coincidence. He tried to stand out. He tried to be noticed. For his name to be known. To no avail of course. "Yet you still had the audacity to ask me for a favor even then!" He was shouting, he did not even seem to notice the possibly gawking students in the shared room.
"Merlin what is wrong with you! Take," he was fishing something out of his own pocket. A holly wand that he threw across the room. It would bounce off Xailah's mattress and land on the floor nearby. "It and leave!"
There is something about ambition, how it not only propels you but also defines you.
29 Mar 2020, 00:44
Sweet Relief
Galton was ...dead? Merlin Galton froze to death on his way over here! He went from making mad declarations to complete and total silence. The Gryffindor had expected his friend to break free and try to eat something weird again. Not that he wanted that to happen but anything was better... better than this. Jurgen would rush to his ailing friends side and shake him vigorously while the adults argued. They were like weird, identical lovers in some sort of martial spat. One was pretty passionate, the other was completely disengaged -- he could tell which one the wife was in the relationship.
"Dude. Galton! Dude!" Jurgen tried to wake his friend who forgot to post move once he was set free. his site was getting blurry, it was absolutely allergies, he was too manly to cry. "Wake up man!" His hands clamped onto his shirt and he vigorously shook Galton back and forth with his mighty power.
The candy Galton had gifted this man before the weirdness turned into something even worse had been thrown away. Jurgen cringed a bit, it was getting heated between them. This might be his only chance. If Galton was not going to save himself, Jurgen was going to save the sweet-toothed idiot. With the power of anime, perpetual protagonism and his dashing good looks he would attempt to drag, he knew full well he could not lift the sugar addict reliably but he could drag him probably. "I will save you buddy..." a promise made.
"Dude. Galton! Dude!" Jurgen tried to wake his friend who forgot to post move once he was set free. his site was getting blurry, it was absolutely allergies, he was too manly to cry. "Wake up man!" His hands clamped onto his shirt and he vigorously shook Galton back and forth with his mighty power.
The candy Galton had gifted this man before the weirdness turned into something even worse had been thrown away. Jurgen cringed a bit, it was getting heated between them. This might be his only chance. If Galton was not going to save himself, Jurgen was going to save the sweet-toothed idiot. With the power of anime, perpetual protagonism and his dashing good looks he would attempt to drag, he knew full well he could not lift the sugar addict reliably but he could drag him probably. "I will save you buddy..." a promise made.
Attempting to drag Galton out of the thread to safety!
“People always clap for the wrong reasons.”
― J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
29 Mar 2020, 22:57
Sweet Relief
@Solomon Lear, @Pericles Dralt, & @Xailah Alptraum
The second that he was told to hide anything edible, Piérre had hidden under his blankets, ignoring the fear that had begun to rise alongside nausea. He didn't know if he had anything edible on him, per say, but he supposed it would have been better to be safe than sorry, and so he took the necessary precautions to avoid any possible bodily harm. This was soon reaffirmed as @Galton Lansdale began to cry out about some sort of candy feast. Normally Piérre would have been excited to partake, but since he could practically see the madness which was in the eyes of the young Gryffindor.
Thus, when more talking, after a bout of silence went through, Piérre tentatively peeked out of the sheets, turning to Peri, whom Piérre had accidentally ignored up to that point. His pale face flushed red in a touch of shame.
"Yeah..." He admitted softly to the Ravenclaw. "I was just so pumped about actually contributing to my house, I thought I should celebrate somehow..." Piérre winced as he looked at the victims of his splurge. "But I only ended up making everyone else upset. I'm sorry Peri." The young boy could feel tears pricking in the corners of his eyes, shameful tears that seemed to speak of so much regret. Piérre wished that he could dissolve in the sights of others, and forget that everything up to this point had been his fault. He had, fortunately, been able to manage a small grin when Peri complimented him on his slightly improvised design, and he had nodded with the Ravenclaw boy as far as keeping his achievements to himself; after all, Piérre had no clue as to whom he had afflicted with the toxic gas.
When Piérre finally pulled himself together enough to actually look around again, having heard a sneeze from Schrodinger. Good thing he had kept his trap shut, for Piérre spotted Xailah and her cat on a nearby bed. The boy's eyebrows creased even more. Not only had he harmed students and people in his little prank, but he had also hurt one of those students' cats! If that didn't sing of guilt, then Piérre didn't know what did.
Part of him wanted to pipe up and apologize, but having heard the quiet threats that Xailah had vowed against the person who was responsible, namely Piérre himself, the Britalian's lips were sealed. Perhaps at a better time would be good to apologize.
No sooner had Piérre realized that that he remembered his own kitten, whom he had left behind in his common room, having brought the poor thing just minutes before he had went off to celebrate. This brought a new bout of bright red to his cheeks. 'Poor Figgy...' he thought, curling up in a ball, 'I'm the worst brother... EVER, leaving him alone and scared in my room...'
In the midst of his self-pitying, Piérre glanced over the tops of his sheets, at the two brothers who were bickering almost like Piérre and Romeo would. One had asked the other for help, having explained Galton's misfortune, and the other had blown his top, more than a little angry that he felt underappreciated. Piérre, while he had never truly felt the feeling of being ground under his own twin's heel, could somewhat sympathize. He had never been as intelligent as his brother or anywhere near as good a role model as he should have been.
Just as he was about to open his mouth to console the nurse, the nurse, with and angry exclamation, withdrew from his pocket a length of wood, a wand, and threw it away from him. Piérre's wide green eyes watched the polished wood bounce off the covers of Xailah's bed and clatter to the floor nearby. Piérre could have cared less about the toxic candy that had come to Peri's bedside, the young Britalian's gaze was purely focused on the shining wood.
'Potter's wand was not found!'
A thrill of adventure pulsed through Piérre's veins as he ignored the fact that the other frozen boy that had come in with Galton was crouched on the floor, trying to help the candy-coma-afflicted child, and instead quietly threw off his covers, trying his best to subdue the desire to jump off the bed towards it and instead quietly placed his feet on the ground and crept like a mouse towards the wand. This was important! He needed it to help the Liberation group! And he needed to get there before anyone noticed his movement or absence.
The second anyone noticed him going for the wand, Piérre would make a break for it, attempting to scoop up the wand in his right hand and hold it close to his chest, left hand on his wand in case of confrontation. He knew that he was likely no match for adult wizards and practiced dualists, but it was better to make a distraction than to roll over. Who knew, maybe he could silver-tongue his way out of the situation.
If he wasn't noticed in the events happening, Piérre would quietly slip the wand into his pocket, beside his yew wand, and then quietly return to his bed and sit on its edge, attempting to appear inconspicuous as if he was just attempting to stand.
Piérre attempts to stealthily creep towards the fallen wand:
If noticed, Piérre will snatch the wand and then put a hand on his own wand
If unnoticed, Piérre will hide the wand and then sneak back to his cot as if he had never left it
Jesters do oft prove prophets. 𓀚
I am the brother account to Romeo Marchonné & Zyva Hel Fae Skógrwight