Passed Out Professor

[James Blackblood]

Tristan opened the door and was glad all the stairs had been down. He didn't know if he'd have made it if they had to go up the stairs.

He brought the professor in and laid him on the bed. What should they do now? He sighed and went over to look in the Nurses office. Had they even found a new one yet? He looked over at Ankit who'd slowly followed behind them.

Looking over at the professor he sighed as he looked at the mark he'd left on the professors face. Oh well, he'd have to get over it. He was trying to wake him up after all.

[ankit]

^{Ankit chuckled, and walked over to Tristan. Hugging him lightly. "He should understand. You were just trying to help, so I'd imagine him to be rational.}[/i]" he said, hugging Tristan a little bit tighter for a moment. Looking around the Hospital Wing, he already knew where they kept most of their medicines. He could probably find the medicine he needed for when ever the Full Moon was there. Pulling away from Tristan, he said. "I need to see if they have something real quick,[/i]" he said, walking over to a cabinet, and scanning over vials. He grabbed the one he was looking for, and put it in his pocket. They'd understand.[/sup]

[Johnathan Wright]

Johnathan Wright came running in seconds later. "Do either of you know how to heal this?", he said shoving his bleeding hand in each of their faces. "My cello string broke while I was playing and cut me pretty deep", he explained.

Johnathan looked around the room from face to face...He noticed the professor lying down on the bed.

"Oi, what happened to him? He asked the boy in Slytherin robes. He looks like he's been hit!", he said with a bit of concern, completely forgetting about his finger which had began to drip methodically on the floor.

[James Blackblood]

"Perhaps you're right," he replied and watched Ankit leave. He looked back over at the professor before Someone barged into the Hospital Wing and shoved his bleeding finger in his and Ankit's face who'd just come back from where ever he'd gone off to.

Tristan looked from Ankit to the professor to the new boy who he had to think was pretty good looking. He was a Ravenclaw. "I dunno about your finger but the Professor passed out. I smacked him to try and wake him up since neither of us had our wands," he said refering to him and Ankit.

That just reminded him. There was a boy in here. He was with the Head of Hufflepuff House and a Hufflepuff student. He nearly groaned. "I was accidenly at the scene where it happened so.." he trailed off. This wasn't good.

[ankit]

^{Ankit kept his hands in his pocket. One of his hands messing with the vial as he walked back over to the now small group of people. A Ravenclaw. Hm. He stood alittle bit away from the two, but kept his eyes alert to both of them. Well, mainly Tristan actually for some reason.}

[Johnathan Wright]

"Oh, I know how to wake him...", Johnathan said pulling out his wand..."Rectrovide", he said as small red sparks flew out of his wand and landed on the professor's forehead. When the sparks had snuffed out, the professor began to stir. "See, he'll be completely around in just a few minutes...", he said talking to the Slytherin. "So, what's your name, and what in the world are you doing spending time with the Hufflepuff head of house and a Hufflepuff student? Don't you have somwhere better to be? Like with me, maybe?", he said with a wink not bothering to keep his voice down when obviously there was something going on between the Hufflepuff boy and the Slytherin boy.

[James Blackblood]

Tristan gapped at the Ravenclaw boy and laughed to himself. He definitely seemed to know what he was doing. "So, what's your name, and what in the world are you doing spending time with the Hufflepuff head of house and a Hufflepuff student? Don't you have somwhere better to be? Like with me, maybe?"

He found himself flushing at the suggestive words of the other boy. Had he inevitably run into another guy who liked guys? Sure did have a lot at the school these days. He wasn't sure how to reply. What should he do? He glanced at Ankit and back to the other boy.

"I'm Tristan Wincott, 7th Year Slytherin, and for your information I'm just doing my best here so I can get the Headboy position that is up for grabs," he said finally. "I..I don't really have anywhere else to be. Is there a reason I should be with...eh..you?" he asked.

[ankit]

^{Yeah, Ankit was getting mad, but he wasn't going to say anything. Just watch what happens. As of what Tristan said, they weren't suppose to be together in public, so right now they 'weren't' together. He kept his hands deep in his pockets so they wouldn't come out and he would start yelling. Keep it together, dude. He thought to himself.}

[Johnathan Wright]

"I'm Johnathan Wright, and there is a 'big' reason you should be with me. One guess, sexy", Johnathan said without so much as flinching at the though of what the quiet boy in the corner would do at these words.

He looked at the slowly gaining conciousness professor.

"Looks like he's almost back awake... I probably should get out of here. It's sort of uncool to be seen in here with the likes of those two." He motioned toward the Hufflepuffs. "I'm going for a walk around the lake. Intersted? Of course you are," and with that, he grabbed Tristan's hand and lead him out of the room, leaving the Hufflepuff alone with his head of house.

[James Blackblood]

Sexy? It was a first time he'd ever been called that. Plus the sexual reference in there didn't go unnoticed by him. He flushed and glanced at Ankit again, wondering what was going through his mind, because right now Tristan didn't know how to handle this situation.

Suddenly without notification by a boy he hardly knew. He didn't even know the Ravenclaw's name. He turned his head and glanced at Ankit one last time before being forced out of the Hospital wing. There was absolutely nothing he could do unless he wanted to ruin his reputation.

[ankit]

^{In the one glance Tristan took back at Ankit, his back was turned to him as he walked back towards the Cabinet he was at before. Grabbing a second of the vial he got earlier, he leaned against the Cabinet door. "Damn I need a cigarette,}[/i]" he muttered to himself as he looked blankly ahead, and then over at the wakening Proffesor. He well knew that, that sort of thing was going to happen, so he just needed to get over it. Somehow.[/sup]

[Prof. Hanschen Gabor]

Professor Gabor awoke slowly, his mind groggy. He sat up in his bed and looked around for Tristan and Ankit, yet saw only Ankit.

"Where is Tristan?", Hanschen said, his mind reeling.

Dear God, why does my face hurt so much...

Hanschen reached up to his face and felt how tender his cheeks were. "Could you hand me that mirror over there, Mr. De'Mar?", he said really hoping he wasn't bruised.

[ankit]

^{Ankit looked at the Proffesor, and stiffled a nod. Though his craving for a cigarette only increased every second. Picking up the Mirror, he knew that he was going to see the slap mark that was still well printed on his face. "Some Ravenclaw dragged him with him down to the Lake with no remorse obviously,}[/i]" he said. Not going to show any emotion what so ever. In public, they weren't together. All because of Tristan's stupid Reputation.[/sup]

[Prof. Hanschen Gabor]

Hanschen took the mirror and examined his face. There was a large slap mark on his face that could only have been from Tristan.

"Was there a reason, one of you hit me?", Hanschen said with a bit of a laugh.

He listened as Ankit told him: "Some Ravenclaw dragged him with him down to the Lake with no remorse obviously."

"Did you happen to catch his name?", Hanschen asked hoping that he had.

[ankit]

^{"I was too busy thinking, so no I didn't catch his name. Frankly, I don't care.}[/i]" Ankit told him, rolling his eyes at the laugh that the Proffesor gave at the slap mark. "Trying to wake you up?[/i]" he shrugged his shoulders at the Proffesor, and sat down at the edge of a bed beside the Proffesor's. "Bad thing to ask, but do you happen to have a cigarette on you?[/i]" he asked lamely.[/sup]

[Prof. Hanschen Gabor]

"No, but there are some in my office...", he said as he gropes for his wand... "What happened to my wand?"

He looked sternly at Ankit, "Nothing happened to my wand right?"

He wondered aloud, "I wonder if Tristan is just off with that boy because of his pride again... God I hope not, I have warned him about that..."

[ankit]

^{Ankit groan loudly, and fell back on the bed. Bad move when wearing tight pants, but he didn't care. "Damnit, I am really craving a cigarette.}[/i]" he mustered to himself. Blinking a moment, he didn't care that the Proffesor hear him. Standing up he picked up the Proffesor's wand, "Tristan used it to get you here. Since I wasn't going to hurt myself by carrying you.[/i]" he told him. Going back to the bed, and sitting down. "I don't know. I guess being a Hufflepuff is worse than Ravenclaw and Gryffindor? Sine Gryffindor is the worst enemy for a Slytherin.[/i]" Ankit drawled, shruging.[/sup]

[Prof. Hanschen Gabor]

"I see... he must have taken my wand with him... I don't have it on me...", Hanschen said, "Well, anyway..."

Hanschen looked the boy over as he talked. "You look like hell bent over... Head to the dormitory and get some sleep... And don't worry about... Tristan. I have a feeling he'll come around... It's not really because you are a Hufflepuff. It's because he isn't ready to commit to anyone. "

[ankit]

^{Ankit sighed, and looked at the Proffesor. "I'm fine.}[/i]" he said. He didn't really want to leave the Hospital Wing. It made him feel alittle bit safe about himself. Though, with the Proffesor there, it made it kind of bad, but he wasn't going to comment on it or about it. As of this day, he didn't really like the Head of his House.[/sup]