The cost of victory PV Closed

Color code: #C81D11

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Interacting With: @Annie Morgan
Mentioning: @Quinn Healy

With the Quidditch game concluded, Atlas wanted nothing more than to celebrate for an entire week, enjoying the company of her teammates and indulging in any sweets they could get their hands on but with the brutality of the game, the majority of the Puffs had been sent to St. Mungo's for care and treatment as the young girl quickly found her best friend in the stands.

Thanking him for coming and showing support, she quickly told him that she needed to go be with her teammates and she would find him in the morning for a bonding day. A quick embrace and she was off to the hospital. Walking through the off white hallways, glowing in harsh florescent light, Atlas could feel her skin crawling as she remembered visiting her father here after his altercation with a Dark Wizard.

She hated hearing the soft mumbles of doctors as they flipped through charts only to be drowned out by the heartbreaking moans from loved ones as they were faced with a harsh new reality. Gulping anxiously, Atlas bit down on her lip as she darted her eyes trying not to make contact with any of the practitioners.

Quidditch robes still on, Atlas walked to the front counter as one of the nurses let a small smile escape from her lips. "You must be here for your teammates little one. They are currently being operated on and bandaged but you may wait here till they are ready for visitors."

"Oh uh --uhm okay yeah I'll be here..." She replied shakily as she sat on one of the cold chairs watching the ticking clock above her head, the monotonous noise adding to her uneasiness. Was this weird? Should she not have come? She couldn't see any of her other teammates and there was a strong part of her that still felt guilty that she just sat on the bench while her team got slaughtered.

Flipping mindlessly through the day's Daily Prophet, Atlas found herself folding the corners and sides as she tried to keep herself occupied and distracted from the events going on around her until the nurse's familiar voice broke her sullen concentration. "Dear? It looks like a few of them are awake if you would like to go in. I just ask that you try to keep your voice down for those that still need to rest and recuperate." She instructed as Atlas chucked the newspaper on the table following the nurse down several hallways until she pushed open two large double doors revealing a multitude of beds lined up, a mix of Durmstrang and Hufflepuffs occupying them with varying degrees of injuries and bandages.

Seeing Quinn groggily awake, Atlas had started to make her way to him as her attention was turned to Annie who was softly crying into her pillow. Slowly walking to the side of her bed, Atlas didn't want to startle Annie as she softly whispered, "Heya Annie...I know there isn't a lot I can do but I'm here if you need someone to talk to or someone to distract you from the uh pain."

The year had been so crazy that she had not had the chance to get to know Annie on a closer more personal level but they were teammates at that was enough to have Atlas care deeply for the girl. "You were incredible...bloody brilliant in fact and you should be so proud...really." She confessed as she sat down on the floor next to her bed. Looking up, Atlas could see the vase of lilies on the end table next to Annie's bed as she realized she probably should have picked up a gift before coming here. God what if everyone else shows up with gifts and then she will just look like the inconsiderate troublemaker who doesn't know hospital courtesy. Rolling her eyes, Atlas wondered if there was anything in her duffle bag she could give as a gift that wouldn't be incredibly weird. But firecrackers seemed to be a horrendous gift idea for someone who was already injured.

Interacting with: @Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood (as Valentin "Der Niffler" Schnell) @Quinn Healy
Permission to bully Quinn granted
OOC note: For this thread in particular I want to note that Yefim's views do not reflect the author's. I intend to antagonize for fun, so if anyone feels uncomfortable please message me.
Also, Yefim only speak Russian and a little bit of English, Russian speech will be in brackets.

Interacting with: @Flash Holmwood [as Yefim]

Blatch. Dive! Blatch. Swerve! Bludger. Duck! Bludger. Curve!

The dream continued. She was doing her best to hold on, ducking, diving and moving out of the way of any incoming attacks but it was only a matter of time. They were getting close. It was impossible. The situation was hopeless. Her opponents had wide toothy grins that screamed out their malicious intent, they had the horns of the devil on their head and were shrouded in dark clouds. The darkness moved around them, as though under their control.

It was impossible. The situation was hopeless.

WHACK. The iron ball hit her, the sheer impact knocking the wind out of her. Ribs cracked. Her body ached. Another bludger moved past her head, narrowly missing her. It continued...

It was impossible. This situation was hopeless.

Everything got worse. Every time that she thought it could not get any worse, it did. Around her, her allies were taken out. How many times had she been the target of an attack? Fifteen? Sixteen? Seventeen? She was losing track. She had managed to dodge some of them. But in reality, it was because of her friends and allies that she was in a better condition now than she probably would have been. Three took the hits for her, defending her. They protected her to the very end. Three others held onto her as she fell to the ground and refused to drop her. They were with her to their very end.

Serena slept for far too long. Her mind playing the nightmare over and over. Every time, it gained new additions. The darkness around the opponents was what filled her heart with dread. She had learned a lesson three years ago. The dark is capable of killing. That was true to this day. Everyone at Hogwarts was learning that lesson.

Her allies fell into a dark void, lost in the abyss. The dream always ended with her falling into one. Everything went black. No matter how much she could feel herself screaming, she could not hear a sound or see anything. And then... it would repeat.

It was impossible. The situation was hopeless.

At least, for her, it was. Noise started to seep into her ear, slowly getting registered in her brain as she started to wake. A groan escaped her mouth after some time as she moved to sit up. She felt like she had been knocked out for days. But magic had a wonderful ability to heal everything far more quickly than she anticipated. Broken bones could be healed in minutes.

Slowly, she moved her hand to her chest. The bludger did not hit her there. But every time she thought of the dark, she would recall the wound on her chest. It was not visible. It had been healed years ago. But the fire in the common room reminded her of it. When she was in the dark, she felt as though it was being tugged on. Her eyes opened to stare up at an unfamiliar ceiling. Right. They were not in the hospital wing at Hogwarts. Of course not.

She knew she had fallen and she knew what was happening. Serena knew they had won. But after so many hits, she had pretty much knocked out before she even hit the ground. However, she had no idea where she would end up. Her teammates should be around her - they always were.

But... the angry voice in the room did not sound like any voice she was familiar with. It was full of angry, cruelty and - what did he just say? Her head snapped towards the voice. A boy she did not really even recognise was yelling. Who even was he? Did he even play? Like honestly... She could assume he was a Durmstrang player by his clothes but... she did not even notice him in the game. Was he even there? Why was he so angry, geesh... Salty much?

Her gaze moved a little further - Quinn! He was - "Argh... Get the hell away from Quinn," She stated, her tone clearly irritated already, though she was in absolutely no condition to fight. It was not as loud as she wanted it to be but she was still regaining control over her voice, slowly stirring away. There was no way she could fight him, for sure... But she could still speak, "Cheater?! Him? Do you even realise how many penalty laps you guys had to take? Can you even count that high?" She snarled at him, the adrenaline starting to seep back into her body helping her to sit up.

Though she was incapable of running up to him and decking him just yet... She was pissed. Not once had Quinn cheated. Not now, not before. Serena had played with him for over a year now and never, not once, had he cheated. He did not need to cheat. Why cheat when you were perfectly capable of doing far better without cheating? Unlike some people, Quinn was actually talented and the sheer accusation that he cheated pissed her off.

The sheer thought of someone calling him a monster sickened her. He was one of the nicest people she knew. His height, his muscle, his genetics did not change that. Not even slightly. How dare this little shit? Durmstrang were the real monsters here. All they did was attack, incapable of thinking or coming up with a better tactic. They were the ones cheating, acting like dumb brutes and now this little shit had the audacity to call her friend names and throw around accusations like a sore loser?

Interacting with @Flash Holmwood^{As Yefim}

The game was brutal for Willow in different ways than the rest of her team that ended up at St Mungo's. There was an overall feeling of disappointment, shame, uselessness in her position. She had wanted to do her school and team proud and instead felt like she had ultimately let them down. She had watched teammate after teammate drop from the sky and collide with the ground. Experiencing one of her greatest fears, and all she wanted was for it to be her instead of them. Then at least Atlas could've done a better job on the field than she had. With this, it was a no brainer for her to go and meet her team and check in on them after the game.

Once a nurse guided her to the area her team would be in she hesitated outside of the doors. What if they were mad at her for not playing her position better? If she had played better, would less of her friends be in a hospital bed? There was no way to know, and no point on dwelling on it either. Trying to make herself as small as she could she pushed through the doors. There was already... so much going on. She didn't realize Durmstrang was being held in the same area, and she wished they were anywhere but here. The lowlife cheating school that they were. She didn't know who she wanted to go say hi to first... she should probably visit her captain first. As she started to take the first steps toward him, the anger management boy started making his way over first. Her eyes narrowed, and the firecracker was lit within her.

He had the audacity to touch the captain. Especially in such a state that he was. Her fists clenched. The fuse was accelerating. Serena was yelling at him to get away from Quinn. Then he did it. He said some words that would be the end of him. Calling her captain a cheater when that's all that their team did to try and win. Serena was berating him once more but the firecracker was off. Her walk to the the boy was stiff, before at the last second she broke into a small run and threw herself at him to tackle him. "She said get away from him!" Her arms found purchase in wrapping around his waist as she dove at him and brought him to the ground. "Who the hell do you think you are?" There was no time for thinking about what she was doing. She just was doing. Maybe she would regret it. But right now she wanted to pummel this boy into oblivion. Luckily they were at a hospital so he could be taken care of quickly for her to hopefully be able to beat him up a second time.

Willow had never been filled with this kind of fire red rage before. Even angry, she had never gotten this angry. After the game, his mockery during it, and now hating on the brilliant team that had just defeated him? She didn't do well with poor sportsmanship and he was going to learn that one way or another. She sat up in an attempt to keep him pinned down with her legs locking in on either side of him. At least this would keep him from bothering Quinn for now.

Roll for Tackle

Reducio

Willow Accuracy -
1d20(10)+7=17
Yefim Evasion -
1d20(5)+5=10

Interacting with: @Willow Anderson, Yefim Rumyantsev (@Flash Holmwood)
Mentioning: @Quinn Healy, @Atlas Reid and @Annie Morgan

Permission given to pull Willow off Yefim

@Flash Holmwood @Quinn Healy

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Interacting with @Willow Anderson, Yefim Rumyantsev (@Flash Holmwood), @Aaron Jones

Quinn was still suffering from his mild concussion. While his bones may have been healed he still had vivid memories of the intense pain he willingly endured. Memories made worse by the splitting headache which only drove his already chaotic mind even more wild. But still he turned his head to face this Durmstrang brat. "..."

He didn't need to have all his wits to understand what the boy was attempting to say. His body language, his foreign words, and now the few English words he spoke were all Quinn needed to be pissed off. There was that word again, Monster. He despised this word he had been called this word far too many times. Judged for something he couldn't control far too many times and you know what if circumstances were normal and Quinn didn't have said mild concussion affecting him. Then perhaps he would be a bit more forgiving. Maybe if Quinn wasn't already upset as is by Durmstrang's blatant cheating he would think about his actions. Perhaps if Quinn wasn't already worried sick and still slightly panicking from this whole situation then everything would be okay. But that wasn't the case, that wasn't his reality, and Quinn was done being nice about it.

Motivated by his own rising anger, Quinn forced himself to sit up grimacing as he did so. Doing his best to ignore the head pan his face contorted into a near snarl as he glared at Yefim. "Listen here ye feckin brat. I don't need to cheat to win against saem wannabe bully. Ye shaeld be apolgoozin to us. Cheating was so blatant that ye should've been disqualified." His voice started to rise as he gripped the side of the bed for support and his fingers began digging into the tough fabric of the bed actually tearing it. Proof of his immense and still growing strength as his anger was quickly getting the better of him.

Before it could go further Willow tackled the poor lad, and Aaron followed pulling her off of him coming to his defense. Which did more then Yefim knew to prevent Quinn from unleashing his pent up agression on the lad. God must have been kind today because Aaron and Willow might be the only ones currently just stopping Quinn from going off.

[font="Monotype Corsiva"]"Queenie is not a monster you poor excuse of a quidditch player! I mean really are you listening to yourself. All Queenie had to do was one shot one of your chaser's and he didn't even have to put his full strength into it. So my dear boy I ask you who's the real monster here. Queenie or a sore loser who cares nothing about a person but their physical appearance." Suddenly a very flamboyant and higher pitched voice escaped Quinn's lips. The tone was sickly sweet and was the kind of voice that would put just about anyone on edge because anyone speaking so sickly sweet was undoubtedly dangerous and highly unpredictable. Quickly Quinn gasped covering his mouth falling back on the pillow nearly breaking the beds from his weight again.

Groaning he began to blush terribly as this was the first time Harlin ever forced himself out like that in front of his friends. He normally couldn't which meant...that concussion affected him way more then he thought which filled him with absolute dread as the voice laughed within his head. Someone end him now please...[/size][/font]