Do I Ever Learn PV L.W. & M.V

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─────Lucian felt a little relaxed with the older boy there who seemed to be in control. Because the older girl seemed crazy. She had turned into an animal and attacked him, dug her claws in his shoulders which were bleeding still. And then she set him on fire. "What the heck?" He screamed. "Why are you hurting me?" He asked as he tried to deal with the fire spell. He had done the same thing to her. Maybe she was getting her revenge. Who knew what she was up to?

The older boy interjected and cast a purple sparkle spell and his concentration went to it. It was pretty. "What happens now?" He asked softly. "Can I go back to my dorm and sleep?" He had had enough adventure for one day and the poor young boy needed to tend to his wounds. He wipped his tears away from his face as more fell down. He was sure why he was crying, cause he was bleeding. His sobs had quietened down and he was only tearing up quietly.

"Or do I need to go to the healer first. To get the wound she made patched up." He asked the older boy. He was not going to ask the girl anything. She was mean. She scared him to death.

Banner by Camille De Varenne

Interacting with:	@Lily Isobel McCoire & @Lucian Wright
Date:	September, 2026
—	After cerfew
Words:	560

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Max was already starting to feel guilty for yelling. Why did people have to do stuff in a place and time that lead to him having to deal with it? He had been put in detention before, and it always caused a nagging guilt for being a bother. Having to enforce the rules he himself broke time and time again? That was even worse. He was all in for herding them to the dorms and hospital wing respectively, looking at the first year with a bit of concern. A bit of rough tumbling anyone should be able to handle, but he had no idea what to do about the bleeding. It wasn’t a lot of it, yet Max found himself a bit queasy at the sight. «Yeah probably…» He nodded to Lucians question as he pulled off his thick jumper to reveal the t-shirt underneath. That was what he was supposed to do right, apply pressure to the wound? He scrunched up the fabric into a ball like shape as he moved closer. He was reaching his arm out, just making contact between the fabric and the shoulder when McCoire had something to day.

He lowered the ball of fabric and turned towards her, confusion flickering across his face. He stood there like the idiot he was so often called as she spoke her piece. Only when she closed in and towered over him did ire rise once more. He practically threw the sweater at Lucian. «Hold pressure as best you can» He barked, a the guilt having taken a swan dive off the closest tower, as he turned back to Isobel. He threw out his hands absolutely refusing to give an inch. «Yeah, that’s the right mouth speaking alright… You attacked a first year!» His voice rose in volume as he spoke, a mixture of disbelief and anger. «You said it yourself you have been here for years! Could you really not think of anything better to do than set him on fire and maul him? You stupid nincompop!» Max was never really one for cursing, unless it was in Irish Gaelic. But that didn’t work as well when he didn’t know if the other person understood it, so he stuck to good old English. Though his Irish accent broadened as he continued to speak.

«And now you’re being an idiot. Do you think I’m scared to take house points or give detention? Because I promise you I’m not.» He had yet to give one of either to anyone, but these two didn’t need to know that. «You think I won’t because we’re all lions? Try me again and see if I care!» That was an outright lie, as the last time he was even vaguely responsible for his house loosing points he had spent an entire day in bed with a stomach ace due to the guilt. «Let’s make it easy for you guys, yeah? You both have detention. There! Try me one more time, and we’ll see how many points you lose» He looked between them as he spoke, terrified to slow down in case he would lose the guts to go through with it. Having gotten it all out he could have stumbled from pure relief. But he stood his ground as best as he was able, staring up into the face of the fifth year.