Hospital Wing

"Well... I know one man who can help."

-I go to pick Cynder up, almost like a newly wed.- "C'mon Cynder, over the riva' and through the woods, to Uncle place we go!"

(( omg Joa. You make the best of every situation. ))

Cynder had gone almost limp, and though Pomfrey objected at first, she sighed and shook her head.

"If you think he can help her..."

"This guys the best I know!" -Without another word I run out, holding onto Cynder like she was the most precious thing in the world. C'mon Cynder, just hold on until Ged can fix ya up!-

OOC Fun fact, the way I talk is a cross between Topher/Joa and Crouch lol

Cynder walked calmly into the Hospital wing, her simple plan on getting dittany and things of the like for the Auror who would soon change her. Possibly forever...

She exhaled and closed her eyes, glad to be able to hear and speak again. Even if it wasn't for long..

-I stir in my bed, dreaming again of the Lord telling me to aide and trust in the dragon.-

"Hello angel..."

Cynder blinked her eyes open before looking at Matthew, a smile crossing her face quietly.

".... Matt. How are you... feeling?"

"Right as rain!" -I smile at her.- "Minor scar, but the Lord was looking out for me."

"OH! You can talk now, I had so hoped to hear the Heavenly Choir!"

Cynder smiled sadly.

".... Descole allowed me the cure for now, to... prepare."

She inhaled slightly, almost painfully as she looked away from Matthew. She knew he wouldn't take what her plan was well. It was best he didn't know.

"Please... confide in me what it is you're preparing for..."

-I look at her with worry, yet trust. Whatever it was she was thinking, it was probably for the best.-

Cynder shook her head, moving to the medicine cabinet and filing through it, taking what she needed.

Her voice was wary and calm, but with a twinge of sorrow.

"... It's... nothing. It's just something for Descole. He.. needed some more supplies..."

-I frown.- "He's not... going to hurt you... is he?"

The girl frowned and paused, looking down into her hands at a small bottle of a healing potion.

"..... I don't think so, Matt. It's.... it's nothing of that. He won't hurt me. Not tonight."

"Here... let me go with you..." --I stand up out of bed.-

Cynder tensed up suddenly and shook her head.


"No, Matthew! .... N-no...."

"But... Cynder..."

-I then remember my dream, trust the dragon.-

-I frown.- "Do what you have to..."

Cynder turned to face Matthew slowly.

She smiled sadly, looking exhausted.
She stepped forward slowly to Matthew and hugged him, kissing him lightly.

"Don't worry about me, Matthew. I'll be all right. And I'll see you again. I promise...."

at least she hoped...

-I kiss her back.- "You know it will be impossible for me to stop worrying about you..."

but why not...


Cynder looked down at the small bottles in her hand, a sad look in her eyes.

".... Nor will I stop worrying about you. And that's why you can't mingle with Descole's ideas..."

"I know there's hope him but I must insist I come with you!"

"I've been practicing my spells. I"ve taken your advice to heart. I'm going to fight... for you."

There was a tug at Cynder's heart, and she frowned sadly.


".... Matthew.... I promised him that I wouldn't allow those close to me to fight back. I'm not going to break a promise."

-I nod my head.- "Yes... you should keep your promises..." -It pains me to say those words.-

Cynder smiled softly and again kissed Matthew.

"I... need to go. Please, don't do anything rash... .... I love you. Goodbye."

The girl gave a pained smile, hugged Matthew one last time, and turned to make her leave from the Wing as quick as she could.

(( and this will finish tomorrow, I've g2g. Thanks, Crouch. c: ))

"I love you too!" -I say sadly yelling to her and drop to my knees to begin praying.-

OOC Bye Cyn!

Sally: I gently lay Jenna down on one of the beds, looking at all her wounds, wondering what's going on with her. "Oh dear..." I bite my lip, hoping this will work. I clean up some of the blood, then place my hands on a wound and they start to glow, attempting to heal them.

Sarah: I watch my mom closely, looking at Jenna with concern. I do have healing abilities, so I guess this is kind of a learning experience for me.

The pain stops and I feel light, a sort of warm, healing light cover my wound. I sigh in my sleep as the feeling makes me calmer but the horrific images don't leave my sub-concious.
I open my eyes and vaguely look around, "where....?" I begin and slowly try to sit up but a pain in my stomach forces me back down.
"Where....am....I?" I mutter, rubbing my headached head.