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The other girl repeated the caramel haired girl's name three times, but Sapphire just stood there. The Ravenclaw had jumped out the window, but she was 100% sure that he wasn't dead. "IN THE NAME OF HOGWARTS! SOMEBODY HELP ME!" the other girl yelled. Then, quieter, "Help, please..."

Sapphire rolled her eyes and walked over to the girl. "I'll help you if you tell me what you can about what happened. We need to get the other unconcious people either awake or to the infirmery, then we need to figure out more about that other guy. We need to hunt down witnesses of everything that none of these people can tell us about and then maybe hunt down psychopath," she said, looking at all of the people passed out on the ground.

There was a Gryfinndor girl, a prefect by the looks of it, and a few other people. It was disconcerting that a boy who looked 12 could cause so much damage, though some of them might have brought it upon himself.

There were so many things that she should take into account but at the moment she was focused on the wounds of Koko, taking her bandages and book out of her bag and balancing the book on her knee while she wrapped the wound in Koko's leg, the white wrap quickly soiling with the blood, which was still flowing swiftly.

She opened the spell book, looking for anything that could help, but her thoughts weren't straight. This was so far out of her ability, and she wasn't sure that anything she did could help.

She let out a groan of despair and tried to think of something to do, while still waiting for a response from the other girl with bated breath. There had to be a way to fix this. Koko was her sister. She wasn't going to let another family member die on her.

"I've slowed down the bleeding of that cut, but I don't know a lot about what I should do other than that. I'm 11, not some sort of master healer," she said, hoping she sounded calm and collected, but even she could tell that her words were shaky.

She broke down, dropping the book and putting her face in her hands. She didn't normally show distress like this, but she couldn't handle this right now. She'd already lost her parents, she didn't want to loose someone else.

"She can't die..."

Ruby’s head was spinning by the time Sapphire was fixing Koko. Ruby felt her arms shake and her legs tremble. She fell onto her knees. She saw Sapphire with her hands to her face. She knew that Sapphire was Koko’s sister, and she also knew that their parents had died.
“Sapphire, c’mon you can’t give up like this. Do you think Koko would let you bleed to death when she was close to giving no in? She wouldn’t! As long as we know she conscious we can treat her wounds, and we’ll get her to the hospital wing as soon as possible!”
Ruby herself felt energized by her words. Her heart lifted as she realized she was not alone. She had felt so alone all through her very short...
life. This may be or not be the end of Koko’s life, but she’s had to keep trying.
“Here take this,” she handed Sapphire a gray fluffy washcloth from somewhere inside her robes. “Whatever you do, don’t add water to it! Just hold it tight for several minutes” she instructed.
She may have sounded bossy, but she was doing Koko a favor. Not to mention Sapphire doing nothing (jk) Ruby gazes at Koko. She saw she’s was conscious, but would she be awake forever?

"Sapphire, c’mon you can’t give up like this. Do you think Koko would let you bleed to death when she was close to giving no in? She wouldn’t! As long as we know she conscious we can treat her wounds, and we’ll get her to the hospital wing as soon as possible!" the other girl said, causing Sapphire to look up and scowl. She knew that. She wasn't stupid, and she wasn't giving up.

"She's the only person that I have left alive. Everyone else that I'm biologically related to are dead." If she lost the last person she had left, her sanity would probably crumble into disrepair.

"We should handle some other wounds as well," she said. "I can probably take care of some of the wounds from those hit with diffindo, if only temporary. It will be temporary, because I'm no professional in this," she continued and stood up, looking at the people in the room that were passed out.

"I can handle the wounds of the Hufflepuff and the Gryfinndor. Then we need to get them to the hospital wing, of course, and then we need to think of what to do with a killer on the loose. We both know what he looks like, but how do we know if he can change his appearance somehow..." She trailed off.

Shutting up, she walked over to the Gryfinndor prefect, who was closer than the Hufflepuff. She picked up the bandages and went to work wrapping up th e wounds before cutting the bandage and knotting it, watching to see how much blood leaked out. It didn't seem like a lot, so she shrugged it off and went over to the Hufflepuff, crossing her arms and examining the wounds.

There were a few wounds caused by glass, probably caused by the explosion, and a lot of blood, so she couldn't really tell what the other wounds were, but the psychopath probably did something with that knife. She rolled her eyes. It was pathetic. A little blood loss won't kill someone, but here the kid was, passed out in a corner. Actually, judging from the way he was slumped, he'd probably been somehow thrown into the wall.

She erased all thoughts from her mind and wrapped the wounds, before moving back to the center of the room, still silent, and looking at the glass and porcelain shards. She'd have to get those out of the way.

Her mind went into overdrive as her feet carried her over to a closet, grabbing a broom and marching back to the abandoned toilets, sweeping all of the shards into a corner. She would get rid of those latter. Then she walked over to the unconcious bodies, dragging them to the middle of the room.

Then another thought hit her. "How am I going to do this?"

She was still conscious, and she absolutely hated people trying to make her feel better. She was almost FINE. Sure, she had some gashes which would need to be bandaged--thanks, Sapphire--and she also had a sore jaw... Those would heal. At least she wasn't near death like some of the idiots nearby. "I'm fine," Koko said somewhat anxiously, and then she tried to push herself up. Her arms were functioning fine, but she was just now realising that she had in fact been hurt. With an awkward laugh, she cursed angrily under her breath and leaned against the wall for support. "I have some tissues in my pocket to help stop bleeding," Koko suggested.

She knew that they should get another professor; some kids had ran off to get authority but they were way too late. The killer was gone, and the bathroom was one bloody mess. "God, I used to think that I was indestructible." She wasn't really talking to anyone--only talking to herself. Sometimes one can have the most interesting conversations with oneself.

That kid... He really had to get caught sometime... Koko felt around inside of her jacket pocket, searching for something: the other kid's book. She wiped blood from her mouth with her other hand. She hadn't gotten any teeth knocked out, but her jaw was probably going to be sore for some time now. Koko laughed, cringing at the soreness in her mouth as she did so. She had the other child's book. She leafed through the pages, seeing notes on advantages, disadvantages, and almost anything else a dictator-like person might want to see. Koko couldn't help but let a grin spread over the sore muscles of her mouth, and waiting to show Sapphire was becoming harder by the moment.

Koko handed the tissues she had pulled out to Sapphire, knowing that her sister was probably going to use them for the intended reason: to help clot the blood flowing freely from the wounds of others. Koko wasn't a person who used her ambition for the wrong reasons; in fact, she used it to help others. Koko kept her wall support, but she inched further along so that she had the support of the corner as well. Hopefully she could get to the Hospital Wing...

Sapphire looked at the tissues, which were probably intended to clot blood and keep the red liquid from flowing out. She should probably tend to her own wounds, but at the moment she was focused on the injured students. She'd dragged the Gryfinndor and the Hufflepuff to the center of the room, and the blood was started to soak the bandages so much that she couldn't believe the bandages were still solid.

She must've reopened some wounds dragging them to the middle. She took the tissues examined first, whether there was too much blood seeping through Koko's bandages, which wasn't a lot. She didn't see that much, so she handed the caramel haired girl a few of the tissues to her.

"Use those if you end up having to," she said and walked back towards the middle. "What's the worst?" she asked herself. There was the most blood coming from the Hufflepuff kid; he must've been here earlier than the other people. The prefect hadn't suffered nearly as many injuries, but the blood still flowed relatively swiftly.

She used the tissues and looked back at the other girls. Koko was inching along, holding the wall for support. Ruby, as far as she knew, was still in the same position. She looked back at the unconcious kids and started to form a plan. She would need to build some sort of stretcher. She would get the unconcious kids to the hospital wing, each one of them seperately, since it would take two people to hold the stretcher, and then she would come back later to properly dispose of the glass and ceramic.

This place was abandoned, after all. Still, she felt like she needed to go over her plan with someone. So, she explained the plan. She was going to try to use the poles of the stalls and then her robes as a sort of makeshift stretcher. She could always replace the black article of clothing.

She took the shard of glass of the floor, which she had dropped in her bag, and walked over to the stall with the blown up toilet bowl and climbed onto the second section from the sinks so that she could cut the bolts without falling flat on the ground. This is going to take a while...

Continuation from Here

The heavy sound of foot steps pounding on the carpeted floor outside of the abandoned bath would herald his approach. Outside the door to the bath, the footsteps would stop. Through a crack in the bottom of the door, a thin sliver of light. A shadow blocked the light. There was no movement, perhaps just a pattering sound if any sound at all. "Here?" A muffled voice would confirm.

Presuming affirmation from a bloodied youth, Solomon would slam open the door. The door would crack down the center and the door would be ripped from the hinges. This space was a den for deviants. This was not the first time a fight had broken out in this unused space but it was the first time a kid shown up to his office covered in blood.

The source of the the dramatic entrance was not quite so... well... dramatic. Headmaster Lear was what most would consider an eccentric, wearing armor to school although in the future some of these students might choose to emulate him. He looked old, older than he actually was with a weathered face and worn features. His hair was still full even if his hairline started a bit further back than he desired, but every strand of hair had already turned grey. His armor, a honey hued, leather wrapped plate armor. It was masterfully crafted and carefully preserved. He had gotten his armor ages ago and it has saved his hide more times than he could count. 

Solomon would look around the bathroom. It somehow looked worse than usual. "What in Merlin's name is going on in here and which one of you is Kaegen Deathmote?"

Lamik entered the room quietly, eyes still puffy from crying and looking a little shaken, but otherwise ok. His robes were a bit dryer now- not that that helped with their appearance or smell of blood. The boy looked down at the broken door silently, not sure what to make of the headmaster's great entrance.

Looking up from the broken hinges and cracked wood, Lamik looked around at the students inside the room. "He isn't here." He said with a sigh of relief. Noticing all the injured students but seemingly not yet completely out of his shock, the boy stated in a calm, matter-of-fact voice. They look hurt.

The girl he had taken to the hospital wing had been not only stabbed, but had also gotten hundred of razor sharp shards of glass stuck deep in her legs. Sure, he didn't know exactly what the rests injuries were, but what were the chances that they could be worse? The belief that he had witnessed the worst of the terrible event was the only thing that gave him the capability to step forwards and search for anything he could do to help. "How are they? Are they ok? Do you need me to do anything?"

What was Sapphire doing? She was obviously trying to be resourceful... Koko tucked the knife into the pocket of her robes, knowing she might be able to use it later, and she painstakingly made her way over to where she had tossed her wand under a stall. She picked it up and examined it, and upon spotting no blemishes, she slid the wand into the sleeve of her robes in case she was forced to use it.

"Use anything to clot the blood. That'll help the cells regenerate, so that they might wake up."

Such a small suggestion from the golden-eyed girl. Such a small suggestion could make a fairly large difference. She watched as Sapphire handed her a few tissues, which she probably wouldn't even use on herself, and she instead walked over to the prefect. If there were some form of authority around, Koko could report it and—

Wait. Someone, or maybe two someones, had entered the room.

Her head snapped up. It was the headmaster, as well as another student. Koko felt a wave of relief wash over her--until, of course, the headmaster asked which of them was Kaegen Deathmote.

Shouldn't it have been obvious? They were too late. The idiot boy had already left, and he had also left his little book with Koko--she'd decided that it was his. Only someone like him would keep a book of strengths and weaknesses. A small smirk surfaced on the Slytherin's face as she realised that she had something that Kaegen would probably want.

"Do any of us look like a Kaegen? Last time I checked, Kaegen was a male name. He left, and almost killed most of the people lying on the ground, including one of your prefects."

It probably wasn't a good idea to smart off to a Professor, let alone the head of the school, but did she care? No. She absolutely did not. Kaegen was gone. There was nothing she could do about it...

OC: Was expecting more activity here. I guess I missed the fun. Sorry guys.

Did she really think snark was going to help her in a situation where someone was coming to help. It would be like telling off the First Responder for taking so long. The outcome of such a thing really had one of three outcomes: One, he would take it. Two, he would ignore her and take care of the wounded. Three, he would shut the door and walk away saying bye bitch in the back of his head. While instinct told him to do the later most option, he chose number two. 

If there were unconscious bodies that still remained, he would kneel down and scoop them up. Solomon was hardly a small or a frail man. While his face shown a passage of years that far exceeded his actual span, he was still more capable than credited. He would sling them, conscious or otherwise over his shoulder as casually as one might hold a slightly heavy bag. "Drag the bodies to the infirmary," Solomon would announce in response to Lamik's offer to assist. He likely could have phrased it better but please and thank-you and they are fine were terms reserved for matters that lacked urgency. The statement of bodies could have been kinder as well students probably would have worked better especially given the cry-baby nature of the first year. Solomon did not pick those words, from his perspective feelings can be damaged but you don't break from an unkind word or a thoughtless gesture, you break when a bathroom stall becomes shrapnel thanks to a dangerous teen with a penchant for explosions. 

The girl was smirking over something, the disaster that befell her peers? This school was full of edge-lords and wanna be sociopaths. A troublesome trend where kids think that they can be the next Dark Dork Lord and be braggarts about their progress. Where children test their unrefined and wild magic on themselves and each other and are astonished when one of them loses an eye and they try to blame it on faulty instruction from their professor. Here and now, there are a number of damaged students, a decimated environment, a mouthy kid and a departed antagonist. 

Whatever happened here, the incident had already passed. He would have to check the census and determine the House of the student for a summons. Little did Solomon know that he was aware of the boy, that they had met briefly before. It was during the time of the mask, that period of sleepless nights where he did not recall much because time passed in a blur. It was a desperate period he could recall, this overwhelming sense of helplessness and dread. He had forgotten the boy in the stables and he had survived. Solomon was not a killer, contrary to a seemingly increasingly popular opinion, but he was far from soft. 

"I recommend leaving the abandoned toilets, they are abandoned for a reason," Solomon would add. The only reason students went to places such as this was to cause mischief. There was no lack of baths on the other floors. With a heave to recover the broken child, Professor Lear would stride to the door. 


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If there was nobody in need of being carried off to the medical wing, Solomon would let the girl finish her complaining and then shut the door. "They're fine" he would assure Lamik. "Let's get the house elves to make you cookies in the kitchen."

"Uh... I think that the prefect needs help, so do a few Hufflepuffs. It's... obvious, but they're unconscious." Her demanour had changed from that of a snobby pure-blood to that of a nervous child. Koko paid no mind to the fact that her torso and leg were still gushing blood; no, she should help the others instead.

Koko painstakingly limped towards the male Hufflepuff, who she had seen around the school, but had never asked his name. Shooting a glance at Sapphire, one that asked for silent help, she tried to pick up the other child, sliding her cold hands under his arms and gently dragging him. She tried to avoid the glass the best she could, but it would be dangerous to pick up someone who likely weighed more than the eighty-seven pound child.

To the blonde boy, she said, "Would you mind helping me take him to the hospital wing?" No matter what he said, she would still try. She'd have to drag him up a flight of stairs, but it wouldn't be too hard--okay, maybe it would be. Still, she could at least try...

To the Headmaster, she asked, "So, sir, d-do you think you might be able to help pick up the others?" It was hopeless, wasn't it, to ask a favour of someone who she had just snapped at. The half-smile had faded, replaced with a grimace as she put weight on her bad leg in order to lift the Hufflepuff's shoulders off of the ground. "The prefect is bleeding pretty heavily from a Diffindo, and all of them passed out."

Koko managed to drag the Hufflepuff to the door where the Headmaster stood. She took a breath, and she tried to shoulder open the door, walking backwards, and holding it open a crack for the others.

Some people were wounded, so Koko tried to drag one of them out of the door. She'll likely fail if anything else happens. The prefect ( @Aurelia Bezuidenhout) was hit by a Diffindo earlier and passed out. The female Hufflepuff ( @Mari Haynes) passed out due to a panic attack. The one that Koko tried to drag was @Donnovan Perrywinkle.

Tried to have @Solomon Lear and @Lamik Fillestar help.