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Post by Sarah on May 24, 2005 20:11:46 GMT -5
Sarah fingered the clasp on her glove. "Well the only thing I have that he was after was my glove, but I musn't take it off."
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Post by QKat on May 24, 2005 20:14:32 GMT -5
He blinks... "Right... ok..." He wrestles Pirate into a closet for the time being... "That'll have to do." He doesn't like locking up his pets.
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Post by Sarah on May 24, 2005 20:16:27 GMT -5
"I'm sorry! Oh, I hate to see the poor thing locked up. Can't I just cover the snap or something?"
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Post by QKat on May 24, 2005 20:17:45 GMT -5
"Nope, they can sence stuff like that through feet of dirt..."
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Post by Sarah on May 24, 2005 20:20:19 GMT -5
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I'll leave." But as she stood she staggered and fell back to the bed, dizzy. "I guess I lost a little too much blood." She looked back and forth between her hand and the closet where she could hear a faint scratching."
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Post by QKat on May 24, 2005 20:22:40 GMT -5
"Don't worry. I'll tell becca, then I'll help you to the hospital wing."
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Post by Sarah on May 24, 2005 20:26:42 GMT -5
"Oh please don't. I'll manage. I've had worse." She stood and began to walk when the snap, which had been loosened by the niffler, came undone and the glove started to slip off. "SHEILD YOURSELF, SIR!" she cried as she missed catching the glove and it fell to the floor.
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Post by QKat on May 24, 2005 20:28:10 GMT -5
He blinks and readies his wand...
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Post by Sarah on May 24, 2005 20:35:39 GMT -5
Revealed was a scar the back of her hand. it was a four pointed star with a lightning bolt projecting from the space between two points except on the space closest to the edge of her hand.
This was visable only for a moment befroe it began to glow a bright acid green. Sarah slapped her hand over the scar as light flooded through her fingers.
"NO, SIR! MAGIC WILL NOT AID YOU!" She carefully and quickly stooped for the glove which she skillfully slipped over her hand. She snapped it closed and gasped in relief.
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Post by QKat on May 24, 2005 20:37:41 GMT -5
He blinks, really confused. "Wh... what was that?"
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Post by Sarah on May 24, 2005 20:41:37 GMT -5
Sarah staggered back to her chair and sat panting. "I suppose as my healer I should tell you in the event of an emergency." She thought a moment. "Sir, I must ask you to keep this of the utmost secrecy. If you must tell anyone, let it be the headmisstress."
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Post by QKat on May 24, 2005 20:43:02 GMT -5
He nods. "You can trust me." He sits next to her.
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Post by Sarah on May 24, 2005 20:50:06 GMT -5
"Right, ok. First off. I'm not Sarah Ryans. I mean, I suppose I'm Sarah but I'm not a Ryans. When I was about 1, my parents were killed by Voldemort and I somehow ended up on the doorstep of some muggels. They took me in and I new nothing of my past until I turned 11 and I got my letter for Hogwarts. I did always know there was something different about me though. When I was found, I had bandages wrapped around my hand. This scar was discovered and I ended up wearing bandages for all of my life. I needed new ones each day as they were burnt through by night. I can't do that anymore seeing as it's gotten stronger with the return of Voldemort."
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Post by QKat on May 24, 2005 20:52:05 GMT -5
Tears form in his eyes. "I'm sorry." voldie's always a touchie subject... I wonder why... hmmm...
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Post by Sarah on May 24, 2005 20:55:33 GMT -5
"Don't be. Why..." She trailed off as her denseness cleared and she suddenly put 2 and 2 together. ~Oh! He's related to Voldemort!~ "why it was him and no one else. Besides, I'm alive aren't I?"
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