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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.