Bright Eyes

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Bright Eyes

Rixen Phantomhive
First Year
Joined: Mar 22 2012, 09:04 PM

Mar 24 2012, 08:05 PM #1

'...I don't understand, I'll be blind in this eye forever..?'

Rixen sat on the edge of the hospital bed, her feet hanging a few inches off the ground, swinging gently. She hated these regular visits. Still, she was hoping for good news this time, but the chances were slim. She was told at eleven she'll more than likely be blind like this for the rest of her life. Still, Rixie was always a glass half full kind of girl. She always expected positive news...but that makes it hurt more when it wasn't good. It made her heart ache and groan in pain. However, she was still excited. She ran her fingers through her hair and grinned like a cheshire cat.

However, the sheer nerves started clawing at Rixen. What if she would become blind in her other eye? How could she deal with that? The fear? The pressure? No, I'm a Slytherin. I'm fearless, I can't.... Rixen frowned. Stop being a child, Phantomhive. She shook her head and focused on the ward around her. Did her father feel safe dying in a ward? She hoped so...her father...the only parent figure in her life...not feeling safe felt like a ton of guilt being pressed her shoulders...so she tried to think of something else.

Rixen looked at the nurse, tending to a different patient and sighed. How much longer was this going to take? She had places to go, people to see...well...generally places to vandalize and people to tease. A little smirk graced her lips. Oh, yes. Lot's of mischief to cause. Hm, what to do first? She planned in her mind as the nurse looked through her notes, and then hastily left. Graffiti, pranks, who to be the first victim?

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Damon Carter
First Year
Damon Carter
First Year
Joined: Oct 27 2011, 02:34 AM

Mar 25 2012, 11:30 AM #2

The day was being happy on purpose, thought an irate Damon as he slowly made his way towards the Hospital Wing. The sun was in full force today as it beamed down on the majestic castle that was his second home. On any other day, he would have been jumping for joy as it would have been the perfect flying conditions. Or perhaps, he would have brought one of his female companions on a date on the lawns and pepper her with the wonderful food that the Hogwarts elves had to offer. Whatever it was, all that didn’t seem to matter to him as he cringed behind his sunglasses when another beam of light hit his face. A more responsible adult or seventh year would have admonished him for the night he spent partying, but none of those were around at the moment. Thank Merlin, because everything was too loud as well. The pounding of his feet against the floor reverberated around his head, knocking it every time he took a step. But it was necessary, for if he didn’t get to the hospital wing then his hangover would continue for the rest of the day.

As if magic had somehow transported him among the pain and agony, Damon found himself standing at the doors to the Hospital Wing. "Yes!" he said and the winced immediately. He forgot that his own voice had the ability to make the banging in his head feel worse. Slipping through the doors, Damon looked around trying to find his favourite Hogwarts nurse to give him another one of her magical cures. She had done it before on many occasions and kept it to herself as best as she could. It was why Damon loved her, in the sense that she was his saviour the morning after a big night out. "Oh nurse," he said dramatically in a whispered voice when he found her, "cure me!" The nurse in question gave him a stern look before quickly finding the magical cure and giving it to him. Immediately, the pain subsided and everything looked a little bit more normal.

Damon left his sunglasses on though, in case the glaring sun was still a lethal weapon to his sensitive eyes. "Thank you, my lovely angel of cures" he said when almost everything seemed right again. Of course, he always something like this after she had helped him out, so she gave him one of her 'really' looks. But deep down, Damon knew she was pleased. Now that all he had left was a shaky sense of balance, Damon decided to stay seated on the edge of the bed. The lion looked around the hospital wing and examined the other patients. There didn't seem to be anyone he knew, so she just decided to study the person nearest to him. She was a little girl, but the looks of it but the look on her face hinted that she wasn't as innocent as other little girls. Behind his sunglasses, Damon stared at her and wondered if she would do anything.
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Rixen Phantomhive
First Year
Joined: Mar 22 2012, 09:04 PM

Mar 25 2012, 11:53 AM #3

Rixen could hear the dramatic whispering, and smirked. Late night party? She thought in her mind. Don't party unless your a smartie. She used the saying her brother told her about, using a reference to muggle sweets. Alois always came up with funny sayings like that, like 'Im a single Pringle and ready to mingle.' Well, in her mind, he made them up, since he was school before she was. Rixie sighed and swung her legs in a rhythm again. Her blind side was towards the person who had entered. This is where being partly blind was annoying. People thought she was looking at them, but she wasn't.

Still, the bouncy puppy couldn't help but catch a sneaky peek. Her eyes flicked over and quickly went back. Ok, someone I don't know is staring at me... Stalker~ Rixie faced the person. She hummed. "If you want a conversation, all you have to do is ask." She smiled and crossed her legs, shuffling towards him. "Are you going to stare at me all day? Or actually speak to me?" Rixie used a bit of her Yorkshire accent at the end, but she stuck to her British. She clicked her fingers, waiting for him to start speaking. "So, late party?"

The nurse came up to Rixie, and said girl sighed. The nurse shone a small torch into her eye, wrote down some notes and scurried off again. "Timewasters." She muttered. She looked up. "I have to spend all day here. Waiting for results it's ever so boing." She laced her hands together and put them behind her head, and waited, clicking her tongue. I'm such a fidget. Still, better being a fidget then dead. Rixie thought. Don't need the nurse trying to restart my heart and kill me in the process.

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Damon Carter
First Year
Damon Carter
First Year
Joined: Oct 27 2011, 02:34 AM

Mar 26 2012, 12:21 AM #4

One of Damon's eyebrows rose behind his sunglasses in response to the very outgoing little girl sitting on the bed near him. Normally he thought that being a seventh year, a lot of younger students were too shy to come up to talk to him. He could understand why though. When he was a wee student himself, Damon had some role models from the sixth and seventh years whom he was terrified to go up to and talk to. He feared if he did, they would shut him down and being shut down by your role models was something that no young child wanted. So this young girl talking to him, in an almost snarky way was something he did not expect to encounter in the hospital wing. But the lion welcomed the distraction, since he didn't really want to risk walking again until his legs were steady. With a bemused expression, Damo took off his sunglasses and rested them on his head so that the young girl knew he was looking at her.

"You're a chatty one today, aren't you?" he said in response, a smile still lingering on his face. "Can't help but observe everything around me, darl'" he continued, "It's a natural habit of mine when I'm confined to a place I don't want to be." Damon inclined his head towards his legs, to say they were the problem. "So yes, late party last night. Worth every inch of pain. But what I got up to, I'm sure a young girl like you shouldn't be allowed to hear." He smirked at her. "At least, not until you're a few years older." Whilst he found it refreshing that he was talking to someone younger for once, he didn't want to be responsible for dirtying up her ears and mind. That was something he knew he would get an earful from anyone if they heard. Damon was about to continue speaking, but got cut off by another nurse coming up to the little girl and doing the usual things a nurse did.

Growing more puzzled by what the nurse did with a torch, Damon shifted on his spot so that he was more comfortable. The girl certainly didn't mind sharing a lot about her personal life and he wondered if she was a Hufflepuff. Normally he hated to put a stereotype on someone, but usually no one told him anything about themselves unless they were trying to snag him, were inebriated or a Hufflepuff. Silly as it sounded, usually he had a lot of trouble trying to get someone from the other houses to open up. "Say, what are you in here for anyways? And why was the nurse using a torch and not her wand?" Damon said inquisitively. He might as well try to find out something new about a fellow student whilst he was stuck there. "That is, if you don't mind me asking."
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Rixen Phantomhive
First Year
Joined: Mar 22 2012, 09:04 PM

Mar 26 2012, 07:25 AM #5

Rixen couldn't help but grin when the nameless one took off his glasses. It was strange. She still wondered why she was a Slytherin. Probably her sly and cheeky side. She could easily worm whatever she wanted out of anybody. But, she had to think why she was being over-chatty to someone she didn't know. She was going to have to change that, however, the Snake was far too bored to let this one piece of excitement and distraction leave. No, she would keep chatting and chatting, stealing things off him. There we go, Rixie! True colours. Rixen cocked her head, and grinned even more. The nurse should have realised that Rixen Phantomhive, The Puppy of Slytherin, should not eat chocolate unless you want a human hurricane like the Tazmanian Devil. Still, she couldn't help but feel like she could tell him things, and he wouldn't tell a soul. Don't judge a book by it's cover.

Rixen laughed and shook her head. "Don't party unless your smartie!" She quoted. She rubbed her good eye and her eye focused on his legs, and why he nodded to them. Hangover legs? She knew about the headaches, but legs? That was a new one for her. Natural habit, huh? Rixen thought. My natural habit is not being able to keep my mouth shut. She creased her eyebrows. Wait, that's not a natural habit. She sighed in boredom. "Oh please tell me! I've been 'ere since eight in the morning! And it's eleven now!" She pouted her infamous puppy pout; big eyes, trembling bottom lip, one tear. It usually worked, but there were one or two exceptions. Like Alois, or her Aunt. People she'd 'known' her whole life. But she couldn't remember. It was all under lock and key.

Rixen scraped her tongue across her bottom teeth, eyes big. She decided she would explain to the nameless one why she was in the hospital wing, then ask for his name, and introduce herself in the process. "Oh, my eyes?" She started. Rixen yawned quickly before carrying on. "You see this eye? The one with the purplish colour?" She pointed to her right eye. "I'm blind in this eye, and the nurse is checking to see if I'll become blind in my other eye when I'm older, this one." She then pointed to her left eye. "That, and later she needs to check my arm." She stoops there. That wasn't meant to come out. She groaned.

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Damon Carter
First Year
Damon Carter
First Year
Joined: Oct 27 2011, 02:34 AM

Apr 3 2012, 03:46 PM #6

The girl sitting on the bed next to his certainly had captured his whole attention. But she had captured it in a way that was different to the older girls at Hogwarts. The young one was smart for her age and definitely didn't seem afraid of him. Even though he was a high almighty seventh year, who by all rights should be very intimidating, the girl seemed oblivious to the fact. For this, Damon found himself smiling to himself. Some people might beg to differ when it came to describing the seventh year as 'high and almighty' but it was an apt description that the Gryffindor liked to think himself as. Whoever said arrogance was a bad thing? Back to the girl, it was nice to have some people around him that didn't particularly care for who he was and not try to worm their way into his affections. It got terribly old after a while, and although he appreciated it for the most part, some of the attempts were just so pathetic and annoying. Although, the look the girl was giving him was a bit hard to resist with those puppy dog eyes. A few females he knew could learn a lesson from this girl.

He had to laugh at her comment about partying and he nodded in response. It was a very true statement, especially from someone her age. But there were just some things that he couldn't explain to some young girl he had just met in the Hospital Wing. The trouble he would get in just wasn't worth it. "I'm sorry darlin'," he drawled out, "As much as I want to give in and tell you, I don't think your mother would be appreciative of me telling you things you don't need to know. He smiled broadly down at the girl and winked. "Perhaps in a few years though, I'll be able to tell you." Hopefully he had charmed her enough so that she would let it slide. Awkward questions about what he did, was something else he wanted to avoid in this situation. Whilst he liked hanging out with the younger students at Hogwarts, Damo realised he wasn't entirely prepared to deal with some of the questions they asked sometimes. The mere thought of being a parent and trying to explain certain topics to his children scared him a little. Hopefully he wouldn't have to face being a parent for at least another ten years, otherwise the lion feared his child might end up being worse than he was.

Damon frowned when the younger girl told him what was wrong with her. Blind in one eye? That was certainly a very serious sickness and life changing if it were permanent. "I'm sorry to hear that," he said a bit more seriously this time. "It's not something I would wish on anyone so young." No wonder the nurses were taking so long. Although they had magic on their side, Damon supposed that the human body was still something of a mystery even to witches and wizards. That was why he wanted to make spells and invent new ones to save lives. Spells had always interested him and he had always wondered how magic came to be. The last phrase caught his attention again. "Your arm?" he said confused. "Why would they need to check your arm? Surely the nurses would be proficient enough to have finished doing the checks by now? They do have wands after all," he said, with a frown.
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Rixen Phantomhive
First Year
Joined: Mar 22 2012, 09:04 PM

Apr 3 2012, 04:29 PM #7

Rixen hummed and looked at him. That's when she realized she hadn't asked him for his name. "I'm sorry, but I don't know your name. I'm Rixen, but everyone shortens it." It was a true statement. She had heard everything. Rixie, Ri, Ri-Ri, heck, even Xen people had called her. Still, one can't complain. Nicknames are showers of affection towards the young girl, one can't have too much loving! She cracked her knuckles. Rixen listened to what he had to say, and her face fell. She couldn't remember her mother, other then that she was dead. "My mums dead, can't remember her either." She then shook her hands and head frantically. "Don't worry!" She grinned. Happy spirit, Ri, Happy spirit!

Rixen watched the nurses scurry around and exchange notes. Not good. "So, yeah. Please tell me!" She pouted and put her hands together in a 'Im so sweet, tell me everything' way. She waited, and waited, and huffed. "Fine! Don't tell me. I won't tell you about the party the Slytherins held last night. I managed to sneak in." She winked and cracked her knuckles again. "Being blind isn't a flaw. It's a strength. I can hear better. I heard what you said to the nurse. Do you always flirt?" Rixen asked innocently, but there was a certain cheek at the end of the sentence. "My arm...oh, uh..." Her whole demeanor changed. She frowned. "Same accident my dad died in. My arm shattered, and it's held together by screws. Muggle accident, huge car crash. Got amnesia 'cuz of it." She shrugged. "No biggie."

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May Marie Stacy
Third Year
Joined: Jun 11 2011, 05:40 AM

Apr 4 2012, 06:27 PM #8

The front of the white tank top that a girl was wearing was covered in blood. Her hair was also matted in blood but it didn’t look like she was the one hurt but the black haired boy she was half carrying and half walking around her shoulders. She looked funny because the boy was taller then her four feet height. The boy was bleeding from a cut on his nose, and clip. One of the girl’s uncovered arms had very pale pink scarring on her right hand, arm, shoulder and left leg which you could see under her black shorts. The scars were criss-crossed on the areas above. “You would think after sparring together for so long you would learn to duck down and block me or fly away from me,” said the girl with French/English accent.

She’s helped the Asian boy sit down on the bed. “Lean forward Akio,” the coppery brown girl taking the bloody handkerchief away. She picks up a clean one and hands it to the boy. The boy place the covered is nose and mouth. “What am I going to do with you Akio. If I didn’t know any better I say you were looking for a smack down.” She add in a joking tone but she had a smile on her oval like face.

She sat down on the bed next to the Asian boy named Akio. “Whose bright idea was it to try sparring in the blasted air?” She asked him. Wiggle her finger at him. “You know I can wield that beater bat like a gun.” She didn’t hear the other two talking. Her eyes were only on Akio. “Why brooms this time? Were you bored this time?”
"Courage is not the absent of fears but rather the judgement that something more important then fear. The brave may not live forever but the cautious do not live at all."-Princess Diaries.

my family said "You can't let life get you down. If life hands you the reins for a ride. Hold on tight because you don't know where you will end up. For your faith is your strengh. Pray and believe in god and he will open doors and show you the way to a place where you will not feel sorry for yourself for what you don't have or can't do. He'll teach you how to be the best person for yourself."
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Akio Kyoto
First Year
Akio Kyoto
First Year
Joined: Nov 12 2011, 07:55 AM

Apr 4 2012, 06:43 PM #9

The black haired boy named Akio’s blue shirt was caked in blood from his nose and lips. The blood wasn’t stopping. He was holding an already blood soaked handkerchief to his face. ‘How does she do that with a beater bat?’ He thought to himself leaning weakly on his shorter cousin May. He was a little weak from where the beater bat had hit him. “Yea will your trouble with that beater bat little cousin,” he said in his French/Japanese accent.

“Don’t beat my head in with that beater bat of yours,” He said half joking taking the clean handkerchief. “No, I’m not.” Pulling a face as he place the clean one to his face. ‘I’m still wonder how she doesn’t get hurt with the way she handles those bats. You would think with her small size that should wouldn’t be able to wield the bat like she does.’ His thought were sour.

He pulls the almost red handkerchief away from his face. “I believe yours,” he said. “I don’t doubt that but I don’t want to find out how well or if you can handle a gun little cousin.” Pulling a face at the comment. “No, I don’t have a death wish.” The hand didn’t hold the bloody handkerchief smacks on the back of the head.
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