Your Welcome Pv Mia Alexander Closed

Mia opened her eyes. Her head throbbed and her body ached. She blinked. The world was fuzzy. What had happened to her? The last thing that she remembered was insulting Justin Stone. About what? She didn't remember. But it was probably something petty.

A groan escaped her lips and she held her head, partially in shock. Why was she here? And where was she? She took a look around. It was white, pristine. Her eyes finally landed on Justin Stone. The very person that had probably sent her here.

Mia's eyes opened wide. She tried to make a sound, anything, but what came out was a garbled set of words that didn't make sense. Not even a bit.

"gAhyUrHrEdE"

Mia turned and caught sight of her in the mirror by her bed. The color had drained from her cheeks, and she looked like a monster. Her skin had lost its healthy sheen, leaving her paler than her usual state-which was saying something. Her usually perfect hair was frizzy beyond compare, and her blue eyes were frantic. Justin must have thought that she looked insane. She blushed, embarrassed. She would not let anyone see her like this. She was an Alexander after all.

Justin looked over at Mia after he heard a groan. Finally she is awake. When she looked at him he decided to speak. "Finally. Look who decided to wake up." It really didn't take very long for the potion to work, but he was a little impatient. At least she woke up. Maybe she would even be fine with leaving. Nothing seemed broken. "You're welcome." He said out of the blue. What he meant was she should thank him for bringing her there and not leave her in the corridor unconscious. He didn't expect a thank you, but he could try.

Her appearance was a sight to see. She looked so insane. Maybe he should tell her that the color would turn back to normal in a few minutes, but he wanted to joke for a second. "You look like, I don't know insane. The nurse said the color shouldreturn in a few minutes. How are you feeling?" He asked wanting to know if she was fine. He wouldn't tell her what happened unless she asked. If she remembered that's fine with him. For now he hoped there wasn't brain damage. The nurse said there wasn't but he didn't trust her.

Mia cleared her throat and glowered at him. Why did he have to be so smug? She wanted to wipe the stupid expression that he had off of his face. Mia restrained herself though, unlike Justin, and instead cleared her throat again, preparing to talk.

"Why-Why am I here?"

Mia gestured towards the room uncertainly. She took in the white sheets again, how startling they were. She glanced at the other patients. Most of them were sleeping. It was no one she recognized. Mia, realizing that she had taken a pause, went back to talking.

"What. Did. You. Do."

She stopped after she said each word, and finally glowered at him. She felt fine now, but she wanted revenge for how she had felt just a minute ago. And what he had done to her. She was sure that he had done something, though he had said "You're Welcome!" Maybe it was just his way of doing things. If it was someone else, though, then he would've been the one to bring her up here. So she decided to re-phrase the question.

"Who. Did. This. To. Me?"

She raised an arched eyebrow at him, rather miffed. Her headache was coming back, and worst of all, she was stuck in a bed with no one to talk to but Justin Stone.

As Justin suspected she still hated him. When she glowered at him he smirked. She didn't know why she was here. He had a few options. One he could confess he did it. Two blame it on someone else. Or three he could just ignore her question. Did he really want to put the wrath of Mia Alexander on some non deserving first year? Of course not. So he would probably just tell Mia what happened.

"Well, Mia Alexander. I believe you should know. I told you if you said one more smart comment I would knock you out. So in a way, it was your fault. As to why I brought you here. I wanted to make sure I didn't give you brain damage. If you feel better the nurse said you could leave. Although you don't look so well might I add, a bit wild looking." There he did the right thing and admitted to it. She didn't seem delighted to have no one else but him to talk to. Which he could see why. They didn't exactly like each other at all. Actually more like hated each other, but at least he brought her here to make sure she was fine.

Mia rolled her eyes. Of course he was the one that sent her here. And the best he could do? Transport her. Mia was pissed. What was his problem? He could have seriously injured her! Not to mention, he could be expelled for this.

"Of course. Now hand me a comb, wont you."

Mia smirked and looked up. She wasn't midly annoyed. She was full out miffed. She curled her hand into a fist under the pristine white sheets. White. That was all she could see. It was blinding really, how white it was. The walls were a cream, the beds were startlingly bright, the presents had white ribbons, and the patients were wearing white gowns. It only increased her foul mood.

Mia snapped her head back to Justin. She glowered at him, sending a stare that no one could withstand.

"Come. On. I. Do. Not. Have. All. Day."

Mia rolled her eyes. Of course he was slow. Or slow in her eyes. She barely gave him any time to get her a comb, after all. But she was impatient. And HE had hurt HER. He was going to pay. The school wouldn't punish him enough, no, so she would have to do it herself.

Justin picked up the comb and looked at her. Why should he help her? Yes, he did send her to the hospital wing, but it was her fault. He warned her not to say anything else and what did she do? So he knocked her out. He was careful to not hurt her, but the least he could do was bring her to the hospital wing. Now she wanted him to help her. He didn't know what he was going to do. He just looked at the comb and sighed. "Fine. But your hair looks fine like that. All frizzy like you had a fight with a hair dryer." He then handed her the comb.

"Look what I did wasn't right, but I told you I would knock you out if you said one more comment. Look where that got you. Plus I was careful to not give you brain damage. So I guess you could say This is my apology." Justin looked at her and sighed she was angry. He didn't care, but it was his fault she was here and she could be mad at him. So he sat there and looked at her and frowned waiting for her to respond.

Mia sighed and took the comb out of his hands. She wasn't red hot mad anymore, more of a..blue. A blue mad. A little regretful at her past actions-he had warned her after all, and a little sad that she was this vicious person. But he had sent her to the hospital. And that was unforgivable.

She started brushing the comb through her hair, aware of his watchful eyes. She shivered. He could be scary, and if she wasn't lying to herself then she would admit that she was intimidated. And now there was a reason to be. He had showed that he was strong enough to send her to knock her out and send her to the hospital.

She reached a knot and tugged, grimacing. When she was young, Willy had always done her hair in intricate styles, updo's and braids for school, and long flowing waves for dances. He was always there for her, always. No matter her mood.

She finished combing her hair and tugged at the hair tie on her wrist. It had made a small red mark, and she rubbed her hand over her wrist, grimacing. At home, Willy would cast a spell, or give her something to drink, and it would away. Now he wasn't here. And she was in the hospital.

She finished brushing her hair and looked in the mirror. Perfect. The 'frizzies' were gone, and the elegant waves in her hair were back. She smiled and turned to Justin, hopping out of bed.

"You said you were going to the grounds. Take me. I've missed Potions anyway."

Justin sighed and shook his head. A small grin on his lips. She never rested did she? Well, she seemed fine so he was thinking about leaving her there while she finished fixing her frizzy hair. Then she hopped up an asked him to take her to the grounds. Justin was going to tell her he wasn't going there anymore when she, asked is not the right word, demanded he take her to the grounds. Why should he? He didn't need to do anything else for this rude girl, but he could try to be nice even though he did not like her.

Rolling his eyes, Justin sighed again and looked at Mia. He watched her with his observant eyes. Maybe he could figure something out and say it out loud to catch her off guard. All he could tell at that moment was she was no longer at Red mad he just didn't know where she was now. "Fine, I'm only going to take you because I want to try to be nice to you. So don't push it this time. I might give you a concussion. Well, probably not, but you now know that I'm not kidding anymore."

Mia rolled her eyes and leaned back, dizzy. Hopping out of bed like that had done no good, and now she was feeling faint. But she couldn't let Justin see that. She had to redeem herself, act like nothing had happened, and the trap him. Crush him. Grind him to bits.

Shaking her head, she tried to let the negative thoughts leave her body. It wasn't worth it, fighting Justin. He meant nothing to her. Nothing. She hated the sight of him. Hated everything about him. He was repulsive, and she hated the thought of spending another minute with him.

Then why had she told him to take her to the grounds? Was it payback, or was it...something else?

Mia shook her head again, trying to forget what she was thinking. It partially worked. Now all she could think of was leaving this white, clean, almost creepy room.

She grabbed onto his shoulder and almost dragged him up. She was woozy, but she was still strong. Stronger than you'd expect from a small girl like her. She had a slight build, all willowy and thin. She was built to be tall, like her mom, but she was still woefully short.