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What was Wyatt doing? there was no way he would actually be able to make it to the hospital wing. No doubt he was just going to hurt himself more. And he did he lost his balance falling to his knees muttering something along the lines of 'bloody hell'

"No that's it. Stop it. I can't watch this," Alec said walking up to Wyatt. "You're such an idiot," Alec muttered to Wyatt. His face glazed with concern."You're just going to hurt yourself more." Alec said, slinging his arm around Wyatt. "You have no choice now. And I'm walking you to the hospital wing because it's my fault you got hurt," Alec said.

That and he couldn't bare to watch the boy like that. "Plus the faster you get to the hospital wing. The faster we can pretend this 'embarrassing' encounter for you never happened" Alec said slightly muttering the last part.

Alec didn't care if it was a matter of the boy's pride anymore. Or that he just didn't want to be seen around with a gryffindor Alec was going to help Wyatt get to the hospital wing. Even if it took all night. Which hopefully it wouldn't. Alec didn't exactly have the time to do that. "And quick reminder. I hate you. I just can't bare to watch you like that" Alec said scowling

@Wyatt Starkey

"I hate you. I just can't bear to watch you like that."

Wyatt’s scowl could kill. He could either push Mason away and pass out again, or he could suck it up and let the Gryffindor… help him. Just thinking about it felt like a crime, but it was a crime he’d have to commit. He wasn’t in the best position to be fighting Alec on anything the Lion decided to do. Classic Gryffindor, he thought. Always having to be the star of the show, always having to be the savior.

At least the idiot admitted to being the reason Wyatt was hurt in the first place. As they started walking, Wyatt was worried Alec would dare to start a conversation. It was going to be a longer walk to the Hospital Wing than it was from the Small Hall. The Gryffindor was possibly the most awkward human he’d ever met, beside Meredith Ready, who was kind of a train wreck.

He walked silently, not asking Alec any of the questions he had. Questions like “why are you helping me?” Or maybe the most tempting, “can you leave me alone?” He hoped Alec was looking ahead instead of at him, since it was only now that he decided to change the scowl to his famous expressionless resting face. Thinking back, he wondered how pathetic he must have looked if his enemy couldn’t bear to see him that way.

He was intent on making the walk to the Hospital Wing as quiet and as awkward as possible, as to avoid any future contact with Alec J. Mason.

_{@Alec Mason}

Alec was about to say something alone the lines of, 'So hate any other gryffindors lately?' but there was no way he was going to make it even trying to say that. In fact, because of the idea he had to stifle a laugh. Alec knew this would either upset Wyatt or he'd try to come up with some witty response to it. And I'd probably be horrible.

Alec watched as they walked through the corridors not paying very much attention to Wyatt other than helping him walk of course. There were much more interesting things than Wyatt. Like the armor, how old were they, anyway? Alec would've read up on it sooner but it hadn't seemed that important and with schoolwork it'd be a bit too much work altogether.

Maybe he'd write a paper on them sometime and tape it into his new journal. The one he'd started after the whole Wyatt incident. In hopes that his stupid thoughts and worries could be poured out to that instead of people in paintings in the small hall.

He'd only put a few entrys in it so far. And not much of his worries or secrets yet. To be fair, Alec was pretty boring though. It's not like he had many secrets. And his worries were always things that could be solved easily with a bit of thought. His rough and lame personality exterior was a lot more like a mask.

A mask that even Alec didn't know was there.

@Wyatt Starkey

Knowing Alec wouldn’t say anything was great, but it felt weird. Awkward, that was the word Wyatt would use. That was the way he wanted it, right? Well, it should’ve been. Being helped feels strange, Wyatt thought. He was starting to get a clear conscious, and the only pain he was having was the back of his head, his nose, and his legs generally, but he could walk! He didn’t need the help of Alec J. Mason.

He looked up and saw that they were actually quite close to the Hospital Wing. Assuming he could survive pushing Alec away, he did just that. He pushed the boy away. Forceful enough to break the “connection” they had, but not enough to hurt him. Wyatt stepped away and fixed himself. His posture was back to the way it always was, very proper, very inflexible. His face was unfeeling, and his eyes were empty.

His voice was weak when he spoke, but it held a cold and annoyed tone.
“I can walk Al- Mason,” he said. “I don’t need your help.” It seemed to be his mantra. He didn’t need anyone’s help. Help was weakness, and Wyatt was not weak. Wyatt could not be weak.

With that, he turned on his heel and walked over to the obnoxiously large doors of the Hospital Wing. He decided he would tell the nurse about the prank, as it would explain the soap and the bloodstains, but he couldn’t bring himself to tattle-tail on Alec, even though the other boy would have certainly told a professor if Wyatt had punched him.

_{@Alec Mason}

Someone's in a bad mood. Alec thought with a slight eye roll as he was pushed to the side. And Wyatt said he didn't need help. Well, Alec partially knew that most of it was he still felt bad about the whole thing. Alec watched Wyatt walking into the hospital wing before leaning against the wall with a sigh. Stupid conscience, you hate him. You shouldn't have helped him. You shouldn't even had stayed to watch and make sure he walked through the doors of the hospital wing without getting hurt.

You're like a hufflepuff but worse. If you go as far as to help this dim-witted boy. Something is wrong with you. And now here you are practically scolding yourself? This just makes it worse, proving the point more. Alec shook his head with a small sigh.

And that's when Alec realized something. It was the most stupid idea he'd had yet. If Wyatt hadn't told on him yet. He was going to do it himself. Maybe this Alec's conscience would leave him alone after this incident.

Surely that feeling of slight guilt would go away then? Or well, some of it, anyway. Now if you're going to go in there and possibly rat yourself out. You should also be prepared for getting into trouble. Lots of it. More than usual. Which not thinking about it the usual was no trouble and just a howler from his parents.

And for convenience telling on himself in the hospital wing since the closest adult was there. Alec walked into the hospital wing pulling the nurse that was with Wyatt to the side then telling on himself in more of a whisper. He was then told to get sit down in a chair not near any of the patients in the hospital wing while the nurse dealt with Wyatt then was going to tell Alec's head of house.

@Wyatt Starkey

Just when it seemed like Wyatt could get his peace, from the bed the fussy nurse made him lay in, he saw Alec waltz through the door. You’ve got to be bloody kidding me, he thought. The nurse hadn’t asked Wyatt about why he was injured yet, she’d just given him a few healing potions and one for pain.

He was trying to swallow the wretched liquids as quickly as he could when he saw Alec go up to the nurse and whisper something to her. He was then quickly ushered to a seat far from the kids in the wing. It wasn’t as crowded as it usually was. In schools like Hogwarts, it’s much easier for all the 11-year-old idiots to which you give magical wands to get to the Hospital Wing.

Wyatt sighed and put his head back onto the pillow behind him. Would that boy ever leave him alone? He quickly drank the last of the potions he’d been given, and jumped up the moment he felt the potions working and an ounce of pain was relieved. On his way out, Wyatt glared at Alec before looking to the nurse.

“I’ve taken everything you’ve given me. I feel better now, thank you.”
Without listening to whatever else the nurse might say, he walked out, headed to the common room where Alec J. Mason couldn’t annoy him.

_{You can continue this in the hall if you have anything else to add, of course,
but if you've got nothing this can be the final post.
@Alec Mason}