Gryffindor's Should Sleep In ((Open))

[mgirl03]

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Of course, knowing a girl for five years straight, learning practically everything about her and being around her all the time--that meant that a guy could usually tell when she was being serious, things she was capable of, and stuff along those lines. So when Rory threatened to slip some of the potions she might have to take into his dinner, his eyes widen greatly, wondering if a moment if she was really serious. Because she knew that he couldn't not eat dinner, but he wasn't going to if there was a chance that he was going to be rushing to the loo three seconds later, ready to see that same dinner once more.

However, his eyes went back to normal size when she reached up and ruffled his hair, the way he always had to himself. So she was just kidding then, good, because he would be famished by dinner. He was already starving since he was going to miss breakfast. Jeez, what he gave up for his best friend...However, his musing over missing breakfast was brought short when he caught a slight movement from Rory. He saw her face twist into pain, and concern washed through him--had she put too much weight on her ankle?

"Rory, are you--oof!" Al said, cut off from his sentence when she promptly fell into his chest. On instinct, he wrapped his arms around her to steady her, hugging her to his chest as he looked down at her. "Gotcha." He half smirked, although concern still tugged at his feature as he waited for her to be able to reply to him. How much pain was she in?

Had this been any other girl, he of course would have been embarrassed beyond belief to have her to his chest. But this was Rory, his best friend in the whole universe--so it just seemed like a friendly, helpful thing to hug to him, one arm around her waist and the other around her back.

[.RORY KAY BLAKE !]

Had she been able to think clearly, the situation she found herself in might have pulled forth some of those irritating feelings she'd been trying her hardest to suppress, had those feelings surface she would have now been utterly mortified. As it was, her bloody ankle hurt way to much for such thoughts to enter her mind. At the moment Al was simply what she needed him to be most, physical support and a really great friend. Apparently she'd gone and done exactly what Al had been trying to prevent. Grasping his shirt a bit with her hands she held to him for extra support as she tried to shift her ankle to some other position, any position that wouldn't have it sending spikes of pain up her lower leg and throbbing as if her foot were going to fall off... she wished it would, it couldn't hurt if it wasn't there.. right?

Hearing him speak she lifted eyes, glassy with pain and stubbornly fought back the tears that were quickly beginning to pool there. They'd gone deep blue again as pain engulfed her emotions. Swipping a stubborn hand across her eyes to rub away the offending tears she gulped. This sucked.. she hardly ever cried, her normal reaction when she got hurt or upset was to get angry. Only when things got to be totally to much for her emotionally or physically did she ever tear up.. like now.. stupid pain.. Al was going to think her a whimp..

[mgirl03]

In Al's family, there were many girls that were some of the strongest people he knew. His mum, for example, almost never cried, and when she did that meant that there was something seriously wrong. Rose also almost never cried, and when she did, again that must mean that something was seriously wrong. The last girl that came to mind off of the top of his head was Rory--he could easily count on one hand how many times he had seen her cry. So when she looked up at him, and her eyes were moist and tears were forming, he knew that she was in extreme pain.

"R-Rore?" Al said softly, his heart practically breaking at the sight of all the pain she was in. The smirk that had been on his face was completely gone now as he stared down into the deep blue eyes of his best friend, and saw a small tear escape her eyes to trail down her cheek. And then suddenly there was only one thought in this messy haired boy's mind--he had to make Rory's pain go away, right now.

Quickly, Al lifted Rory up, her feet no longer touching the ground as he lifted her until eyes were level with his. Then, keeping one arm around her back, his other arm lowered until he caught her legs, once again holding her bridal style. He didn't give a damn now if she liked it or not, there was no way that she was going to be walking anymore. Guilt washed over him again and again--if he had just carried her all the way to the wing, she wouldn't be in pain right now and...and he wouldn't have to watch his friend cry.

"C'mon," he said softly, still hugging her to his chest as he moved towards the hospital wing again, although he kept his pace normal. His eyes squinted slightly in concern as he kept his gaze focused on hers, frowning. "Hey...let's get you fixed up, okay?" He found himself smiling reassuringly at her, ignoring the hair that was starting to fall into his face. He used the thumb of the hand on her knees to gently rub the fabric, hoping that he could take her mind off of the pain, or at least lessen it.

He tightened his hold on her, still rubbing her knee as his other hand gave her arm a gentle squeeze. He really hoped that her pain went away soon--if he had to stare down into those deep blue eyes of hers any longer, he didn't know what he would do. Seeing her cry was practically breaking his heart as it was...

[.RORY KAY BLAKE !]

When Albus lifted her into his arms again she didn't even bother to protest. The relief brought by taking all weight off the leg reduced the pain to a violent dull and aching throb. Thankful that the sharp jabs had at least stopped assaulting her leg, she clung to Al's shoulder and rather than respond tried to focus instead on pushing the pain away.. if only she could change her nerve endings the way she changed her appearance, them she could mix them up somehow, change them or deaden them.. useless bloody things. When they arrived in the Hospital wing a healer met them at the door and directed Al which bed to set her down on. Once in place she eyed her offending foot with a tear streaked face of contempt as the healer removed her she and sock to get a look at it. She grit her teeth against the inevitable pain of having it messed with, but surprisingly the healer was rather gentle about it. After accessing the swelling a wand was with drawn with a shake of the healers head. With an experienced wave and a murmured incantaion the pain in her ankle began to recede. That was it? No disgusting sludge..? there had to be a catch. As her ankle began to feel better by the minute ( it felt as if some thick muscle inside were writing itself and froming back to its proper position.) her suspicion grew and she cast a glance about trying to spot a gown or some tail - tail sign of impending imprisonment. That was until the healer began to lecture her (he could tell she'd walked on it a good deal) about all the things Al had been after her about since she had hurt it in the first place. Maybe it was the firm tone and adult disapproval this time, but the lecture made her feel pretty bad.. and not so much about the fact that she could have injured herself worse..

The healer left them with firm orders that she was not to leave or even stand for the next thirty minutes of so and then no until the ankle had been rechecked. Her gaze was on her feet, propped on the bed as the healer left. After several moments she lifted it to rest on Al, her eyes nearly completely back to their original color and her voice was quite and held a rather embarrassed note to it...

" umm.. Al?... I'm .. I'm sorry for acting like such a git today. "

[mgirl03]

Falling silent wasn't such an odd thing for Al. He was generally a person who would be more quiet than loud--it wasn't that he was silent or anything, he just usually listened more than he talked. However, most of the time his silence was a content one--but as he walked into the hospital wing and set Rory down on the bed the healer had indicated, his silence had a strained, worry feel about it. He remained standing as the healer took care of her best friend and then proceeded to lecture her.

He watched with satisfaction as her ankle visibly began to swell down, and he could tell by the way that Rory's shoulders relaxed a bit that she wasn't in nearly as much pain. His frown disappeared and a smile replaced it, as he ran his hand through his hair again, still watching Rory. After a moment, she lifted her gaze to his and he saw that her eyes were basically back to their original color. He let out a silent sigh of relief. However, at her words, a smirk worked its way to his face.

He was about to take the mickey out of her for the fact that she was apologizing, but at the memory of her tear-streaked face, and seeing one still clinging to her cheek, he let out another sigh and waved his hand. "It's whatever. Wouldn't be the first time we've been gits towards each other." Leaning down, he gathered up some of the sleeve of his robes and gently wiped away some left over tears on her face. He smiled at her warmly, before perching himself on the edge of her bed and turning his torso to keep her in his sights.

"See, I told you that it would be less than an hour," he said after a moment of silence, his smile turning to a bright grin. He ran his hand through his hair again, this time more out of habit than worry and nerves.

[.RORY KAY BLAKE !]

Relieved that he was willing to let the whole thing go, she couldn't help but smile as he wiped the tears from her cheek. Not for the first time she found herself thinking she was rather lucky to have a bloke for a best friend. Some giggling, gossipy girl wouldn't have been able to carry her stubborn tail here, said girl would also not likely forgive and forget in the astonishingly quick way Al had of doing. All the more reason why, ankle feeling loads better, when her stomach managed a unique somersault as he brushed her tears away she ignore the feeling and chocked it up to having the oh so filling breakfast of one lone licorice wand.

Reminded of the candy in her pocket she pulled it out and silently offered some to Al before glancing at her watch. A decidedly pouty and grumpy expression cast over her features as she took in the time. They'd have only about an hour of time left to practice, and that was 'if' the healer let her go when he said. Sitting in silence for a few moments she eventually eyed her ankle again. It was feeling remarkably better.. stealing a glance at the ground an idea began forming in her head.. if she could just "show" the healer it was feeling better..

[mgirl03]

Ever since the second Potter boy was born, he had always been good natured and easily forgiving. He didn't like to fight, and got over anger rather quickly, as long as it wasn't something too important or serious. So the way Rory had acted earlier hadn't even angered him in the slightest--he was use to her, and wouldn't change anything about her. Feeling perfectly fine and happy now that she was Rory wasn't in pain, he accepted another licorice wand with a thankful smile.

As he took a bite off of it, choosing not to cram it into his mouth this time, he found himself staring at the red-headed girl in front of him. He really felt rather lucky to have her as his friend. While she could be stubborn, and a git and sometimes got on her nerves, she was also somebody who liked him for him--who would listen to his problems, joke around with him, and just seemed to be his other half. However, he was brought out of his complimentory thoughts about Rory when something about her face...changed. Not like her ability change...it was just...there was a gleam in her eye. One he knew all too well.

He saw her glance down at her ankle and then the floor and quickly began to shake his head, his black hair flying. "No, Rory," Al said quickly, pointing a finger at her with his free hand. "I know what you're up to. You're planning. I can see that mad, gleam in your eye." Al continued to point his finger at her accusingly, wondering what on earth her mind was formulating. Whatever it was, it would probably be something that only made sense to her and ended up causing her more harm than good. Like always.

[.RORY KAY BLAKE !]

Jumping like a cat caught raiding the trash she looked up at Al with the best false look of innocence she could muster..

"What?? .. I'm just ... sitting here.. right? For once I'm being good."

Beaming a white toothed smile at him she then sighed loudly and glanced randomly around the room. Like she had a choice but to be anything but good with her own personal warden sitting next to her. Bored out of her mind as they waited, she pulled her hand up and began willing her finger nails to change color.. not the pinks, reds, and other solids of any normal girl though no. Her creations screamed of her jittery nature and her displeasure at being pinned up here on this bed, even for the short span of time she was. They first turned a bizarre orange with wild looking blue swirls only to fade to a speckled looking pattern of silver and purple. She went though several other colors before growing bored of this activity as well beginning to hunt with her eyes for something new to occupy herself. Sitting still wasn't a strong point for her, neither was being quite.. the silence in the room was all but deafening and frustrated she floped her head back on the pillow of the bed and glowered at the ceiling..

[mgirl03]

Of course, the false look of innocence that Rory gave Al was just that--false. She was always up to somthing or another, seeing as she couldn't sit still for longer than four seconds before becoming bored. So he watched with a smirk as she tried to find ways to occupy herself. He let his hand drop down to his leg as he watched her change her nails. He had never told her, but he always loved it when she did things like this. Of course, he loved Rory no matter what--being his friend and all that jazz. But it gave him a paticularly happy feeling in the pit of his stomach when she changed her appearance to new and exotic things--especially when she did it for his amusement. He imagined that he must just like the extreme magical feeling about it.

After a moment, he realized that he never had the exact same feeling when Teddy ever did that. He shrugged it off mentally, however--it must just be because he didn't get to see Teddy to it all the time like he saw Rory do it. Coming back into the present, he smiled as Rory flopped her head back and stared--actually, glowered--at the ceiling. He did feel a bit bad for her--he knew how much she couldn't stand just sitting doing nothing.

"The silence really must be killing you," Al observed, filling the room with the echos of his voice. "So let's talk. Take your mind off of waiting, yeah?" He reached forward and gently flicked her nose, something that he had done forever. He couldn't even remember when he started doing it, or why, but it was always a friendly gesture from him. Just the way her ruffling his hair was a friendly gesture from her.

[.RORY KAY BLAKE !]

Twitching her nose as he flicked it she looked at him and grinned.If anyone else were to try doing that to her they'd be just asking to get decked. But with Al it was as comforting if not more so than a hug. He'd been doing it so long as a gesture of affection it only took that one little touch for her to know things between then were as right as could be.

" I don't know how you can stand being as still as you are sometimes. It would make me nuts! "

Fussing with the fingers of either hand, more to stay in motion than anything else, she watched him for a few moments.

" Talking is definitely better than silence. "

She nodded to this total and complete truth, at least in her mind. Sitting up she slid to the edge of the bed, careful to keep her foot from touching the floor and enraging her warden, thus subjecting herself to more of the dreaded silence. Now, what to talk about? It was the first day of school.. nothing had really 'happened' yet this year. So family then? or this past summer for a topic? She couldn't seem to pin down a choice subject.

" Sooo.. what do you want to talk about? Anythings better than just sitting here.. my ears are gonna start ringing soon without some noise. "

She wrinkled her nose in distaste at the idea.