TRAINWRECK PARTY IN THE BATHROOM PV Closed

Green's brow knotted as he saw the golden-eyed girl (hereso named forevermore) turn to lock the door. What was she doing? Sure, she had locked everyone else out, but she had also locked them all in, precluding a dash to the door. Then he saw that flashing, golden gaze slip to the scalpel in York's hand, not with fear, but with intent, and some inkling of her plan clicked.

Oh. Oh, no.

So when she whipped about to toss him what proved to be the small, brightly colored canister of an exploding whizz popper, the world seemed to slow for a moment, the firework falling into his hand as if through the weightlessness of space.

A surge of ice shot through him as he realized what had to happen here.

He imagined the howler that would come in a week when his father heard, the weeks locked in his room and hungry over the winter vacation. The lectures. The glares.

But Morsus did so dearly love his knives.

Green barely got out a sigh before he aimed the Whizz Popper and let it fly. Oh, well. Networking wasn't everything...

Exploding whizz poppers were physically harmless, and not too big or fancy as fireworks went, but they were loud, and they were bright. Green turned and covered his eyes with an arm before leaping forward into the screaming of swirl of bursting light, squinting at the ground, trying to spot where the scalpel might fly. Better have some bandages left over for me, Silky, he thought to himself bitterly as he went for it, arms outstretched.

Charles listened to the Gryffindor girl speak and something she said made him smile as she given another part of the puzzle his parents did not know.. So that was key to unlocking the chamber then. He would need to learn how to speak Parseltongue or have a house elf take him.. The latter seems to be easier than the former. Just as he was about to respond to the girl. She reached down into her bag and threw a banana at him.. Which caught him off guard as it hit him square in the chest area causing him to stagger and hit his back on the sink. But he was still holding onto the scalpel in his hand tightly even after being hit by the banana. He growled at the girl now angry that she would dare attack him for no apparent reason. What had he done to her. He answered her question truthfully.

“ you stupid girl I know the location of the chamber is in this bathroom but thank you for providing me a way to access it now. Well, two ways of accessing it with the latter being easier than the former. I have done nothing to you and yet you attack me for what may I ask ?. I picked up this scalpel not to do any harm but too “ he could not finish his sentence when he was blinded by a bright light and a loud noise. Causing him to jump from fright. The scalpel leaving his hand as he squinted to see in the now bright bathroom. He bumped into the sink behind him the only thing preventing him from falling flat on his butt. He let out a scream of pain as he felt something sharp stab him in the foot. The scalpel had landed blade down into the top of his foot

“ What is the meaning behind all of this. “ He groaned in pain as he shouted into the blinding light “ I came here to investigate the screams that I heard coming from the bathroom. I wanted to make sure everyone was fine.. “ He let out another groan “ Sure i came here also looking for the hidden chamber that is rumored to be in this bathroom. But I was not expecting to be attacked because of it. Do you realized what you have done, Wait until the professors hear about this little stunt of yours “ He groaned again in pain and sank to the floor, still blinded by the light and defined by the loud bang. He looked down and saw that his foot from where the scalpel landed was bleeding

A blinding light exploded in the bathroom. Kathleen shrieked and shut her eyes in fear, but when nothing happened to her, she dared to open them again. Due to the loud cracking noise - it sounded like fireworks? - she could not distinguish any actual words, but heard a lot of angry, loud voices outside the restrooms. "What on earth is going on out there?", she shouted, waiting for a response. One of the fireworks, presumably Exploding Whiz Poppers, banged right in front of her door, which made her shriek once more and she recoiled before laying her hand onto the lock in the door. It swung open, crashing against the wall, as the Ravenclaw girl ran out and stared at the bizarre scene.
Suddenly, she saw a red liquid. Spatters of blood on the floor. The young student squinted, where did they come from? It was terribly hard to see with all this blinding light the crackers created. Finally, Kathleen seemed to be able to retrace them to the Slytherin boy's foot, seemingly, the sharp scalpel had cut it. She darted forward and yanked out the gleaming instrument, hoping the student wouldn't be too angry. But after all, it belonged to the boy in the only cubicle remaining shut, the one who had been here first, didn't it? Even though she still disapproved of the use of the scalpel - except maybe for medical purposes, had he actually been helping someone? - she pondered giving it back.
Suddenly, she heard a noise. Something right behind her. And it wasn't a stray firework.

Oh, thanks. So... you might want to take your turn now?

One thing that November Morsus was learning on this fateful evening, was that things could always, always get worse. Just when he thought the situation had become salvageable, downright manageable, even dropping rumours of an even more secluded place where he might be able to ply his wicked trade in peace. All he had to do was stay atop the toilet, and not make a sound.

It was just then that all hell broke loose.

The room suddenly filled with light and sound, the initial blast of it knocking November near off his feet. His heart sunk and he knew, he knew, that that much commotion would surely call the attention of more and more and more, and that if a teacher or staff came to investigate, they would not be satisfied just leaving the locked stalls alone.

So he had to act, and act fast.

His ears still rung from the blast, so he knew everyone else's did as well. That meant he could move without them hearing him. Quickly, he rifled through his pockets, seeing what he had to work with. One sandwich in a plastic bag, hardly touched, and some spellotape.

He gulped as he recognized what exactly he'd need to do.

First, he bade a fond farewell to the sandwich, (it was obvious he wasn't going to eat it at this point anyway,) and released it into the toilet below. It was the bag he needed. He then took his tools, his poor, beloved, perfectly clean tools, shoved them into the bag, then sealed it up tight. That would have to do... Finally, he removed the lid of the toilet's tank as quietly and carefully as he could, taped the bag with the tools securely to its underside, and replaced it.

He'd had a lot of practice hiding things in St. Romuald's, and this was one place that people never looked. His tools, and his secret, would be safe.

Once that was done, there was the matter of what was going on outside his four little walls of secrecy. He quite frankly had no idea, and at this point he wasn't so sure that he wanted to know... But curiosity overcame him, and he peered at the feet which were visible under the door of the stall. Was-... Was one of them bleeding? Oh no. Ohhhhh no.

And this was why she locked the door.

This didn't go exactly to plan, no one was supposed to get hurt- only scared but as the smoke cleared and the blinding lights faded, this was not the case. Her eyes fell on the Tall Boy who was propped up against the sink. What was he saying? She couldn't tell but she knew he was shouting. We couldn't have that.

The Redhead Girl suddenly burst out of the bathroom stalls, she saw the scalpel before Xailah did, and without hesitation ripped it out of the Tall Boys foot. Ouch. Some droplets of blood spattered Xailah across the face, and she tried frantically to wipe it off with a gloved hand. Immediately her mind went to the possibility of the boy having Aids or worse- Cooties, she didn't know what "Cooties" were but they sure seemed to be easy to contract around here.

The sudden act of the scalpel being ripped out of the Tall Boys foot only resulted in more shouting from the Tall Boy. "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! You're going to get us all in trouble! Is that what you want- Oh don't you dare tell the professors! I'll make you a dead man if you do- don't think I wont!" She wrestled the injured boy to the ground and tried to put a hand over his mouth. "Boy, don't make me smother you."

She sat beside the Tall Boy in silence for a little bit, thinking of what to do next. "Look, I had no intention of hurting you, I only wanted to startle you so you could drop the scalpel- and you did- obviously" She irritably bopped him on the head. "-I do have to say it was almost worth it though, I mean I haven't seen a light show like that since I tried to reanimate my sisters dead goldfish!" Xailah let out a small chuckle. She looked down at the growing pool of blood by the boys foot-"Oh man, I hope you had no intention of going to the Blossomfest Ball."

Xailah looked up at the Redhead Girl, and the Gryffindor boy. "Do either of you have some sort of medical training." She honestly didn't think either of them did, but it never hurt to ask. "-and if you don't do you know someone that might?" She specifically stared at the Gryffindor boy this time, she knew that he had some sort of information that she didn't have- why else would he have gone to the Crying Boys stall as soon as he had entered the bathrooms-strange.

"Woah! Okay," Green said, stepping back, hands raised. "Now, this is all getting a bit out of hand, isn't it?" he said softly, voice reasonable. His eyes slid from face to face, gauging reactions as if measuring reagents as they slid into a cauldron to mix. He had precious little control over these people, and the situation was volatile. If he couldn't slow things down - boom.

He took in a quiet breath, remembering the other vial on his pocket, the one filled with thick, golden fluid. His father's gift, and his last resort. Blast it all, he had hoped he'd be able to save that for something much more dire, but this situation had gone quite far enough. Clearing his throat, he spoke with calm confidence.

"Naturally, I can see why you'd be angry. You probably weren't expecting something like this to happen, and with the angle of that cut on your foot, it's clear nobody is going to believe that anyone did this to you but yourself," he shrugged, "Unless you'd like to accuse a house-elf of getting on its knees and stabbing you. But I personally bear you no ill will for taking the scalpel, even if it was not yours, and in any case, I have a solution. While I do not have much medical training," he said, looking at the golden-eyed girl, "I do have a healing potion on hand." He took a step back from the three of them, flashing the golden potion at them from his pocket. "And given these unfortunate circumstances, I would be perfectly happy to share and alleviate some of that pain. Provided, of course, that we are all going to be friends," he said, locking eyes with the Slytherin. "Because if we're all going to get detention anyway, I might as well keep it." He slipped the potion back into his pocket. (He really might as well. He hadn't been sent here to get a perfect record; he had been sent to actually learn something. And how a York acted under stress was something.)

Green took a clean handkerchief from his pocket - unmonogrammed, just a bit of cloth - and held it out to the Slytherin boy. "Now, why don't we get that shoe and sock off, and press this to the wound while you drink," said Green gently, kneeling by him. "They'll fix up just fine with a bit of hydrogen peroxide and a repair charm, and then we can talk about mutual interests in a mutually beneficial way, hmm? Or we can all suffer further. I'm prepared for either possibility," he shrugged.

There was no way in hell he was giving up November at this point. The boy could barely admit he liked gardening, much less stitching up open wounds.