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Post by ankit on Aug 2, 2007 3:38:42 GMT -5
Ankit walked into the Hospital Wing, carrying Tristan in his arms. He was going quickly, because just his luck Tristan would wake up and then scream at him. Even though the words that he had spoke to Ankit echoed in his head, stuck there. Like a fly on Fly paper. Which isn't really ironic. He set the smaller boy down on a bed that wasn't occupyed by anyone in the Hospital Wing. Just their luck if the Nurse wasn't there.
[[ Duh! Tristan // Open ]]
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Post by Prof. Hanschen Gabor on Aug 2, 2007 15:42:23 GMT -5
Professor Gabor had a headache simple as that, but when he walked into the Hospital Wing, he forgot all about it.
"Tristan!", he shouted seeing the boy on the cot. "What happened?", he asked Ankit who was standing above him.
I have a feeling in my gut that this isn't good....
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Post by ankit on Aug 2, 2007 15:46:32 GMT -5
Ankit swallowed a lump in his throat, and sighed. Not the best person he wanted to see. "He passed out.[/i]" he told the Proffesor simply. Though, not saying the major detail here. Tristan didn't remember really anything, and claimed to love that Ravenclaw. But, he couldn't take back the words that Tristan said in the Corridor that rang through his head. It bothered him actually.[/sup]
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Post by Prof. Hanschen Gabor on Aug 2, 2007 15:56:35 GMT -5
"Oh, duh!", the professor said a bit irritable, "Details boy, Details..."
I swear, I may have misjudged that boy's intelligence... He's acting like a true Hufflepuff, a dunderhead...Oy Vey!
"What were the circumstances?", he asked. Hanschen began to pace by the side of the bed... "I need to know."
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Post by ankit on Aug 2, 2007 16:02:30 GMT -5
"I don't find it any of your business. So, I'm not going to tell you. Just wake him up or something,[/i]" Ankit said, and sighed. He sat down on the bed opposite of Tristan's and looked up at the Proffesor who was pacing around beside Tristan's bed.[/sup]
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Post by Prof. Hanschen Gabor on Aug 2, 2007 16:08:20 GMT -5
"That'll be 20 points from Hufflepuff... Mr. De'Mar, for refusing to tell a teacher what had happened to a student who is obviously unwell. And a detention to be served on Monday in the Library at noon..."
Prof. Gabor took out his wand hastily and began to use occlumency to see what had happened. The images starting off clear, but eventually there were obvious skips in the story. Places where the story didn't fit the situation...
He pulled himself out a few moments later...
"His mind has been tampered with... Is this your doing? Because if it is, I will be forced to take immediate action as your Head of House."
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Post by ankit on Aug 2, 2007 16:11:42 GMT -5
Ankit groaned. "Do you really see myself doing that to Tristan? No. It was that damned Ravenclaw. He has an obession with Tristan, and frankly, now Tristan says he loves him so, yeah.[/i]" He didn't realy care at all that he got points deducted from his House. It was his last year, so yeah.[/sup]
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Post by James Blackblood on Aug 2, 2007 16:16:41 GMT -5
Tristan felt as though he was floating through space, an endless space. His eyes were dull and unhappy, he felt it. He knew he didn't remember what had happen for the last few days, except for a naked John out on the lawn. He closed his eyes wishing for someone to hold him and say it would all come back and the endless wondering would end, but it would never end. He was sure now.
Someone, he wasn't sure who exactly, had stolen part of his memory from him. Everytime he tried to remember pain entered his head. Damnit!
Tristan sighed and opened his eyes, this time for real. He blinked and found Professor Gabor and that Ankit kid in the room with him. Where was he? Ah the hospital wing. How stupid. He sighed as he sat up. The last thing he remembered was having detention with Gabor. Idiot professor. He glared at the professor wondering what he was even doing here.
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Post by ankit on Aug 2, 2007 16:23:25 GMT -5
Ankit turned his attention of the Proffesor, seeing that Tristan had woken up. He went quiet as those three words that Tristan told him rang through his head yet again. It was only a few minutes ago too. "Are you feeling allright Tristan?[/i]" he asked him.[/sup]
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Post by James Blackblood on Aug 2, 2007 16:31:59 GMT -5
Tristan looked over at the Ankit boy and shrugged. "I'm fine. I'm guessing you brought me up here?" he asked. "Thanks, I suppose," he added. He laid back on the bed deep in thought. He felt tired and sleepy. More over then that he felt stressed.
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Post by Prof. Hanschen Gabor on Aug 2, 2007 16:45:36 GMT -5
Professor Gabor knew there was no point in bothering Tristan with the mind alteration questions right now, so he decided to leave the two alone...
"Mr. De'Mar... My office Monday at noon, don't forget...", he said as he picked up a vial of potion with the words 'for headaches' scrawled on the side. He took a swig and coughed.. "Nasty stuff, but it does the trick," he said. And with that, the professor exited the Hospital Wing to go and track down the Headmaster to discuss this problem.
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Post by ankit on Aug 2, 2007 18:10:52 GMT -5
Ankit waited for the Proffesor to get out and, groaned again, falling back onto the bed. "Great, Detention...[/i]" he sad up on his bent elbows, looking over at Tristan. "Not meaning to bother you about it, but... uhm, do you remember anything before you passed out a second ago? What you said?[/i]" he was only going to see if Tristan remembered what he told Ankit.[/sup]
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Post by James Blackblood on Aug 2, 2007 23:46:36 GMT -5
Tristan watched as Professor Gabor left. "What was he doing here?" he asked dully. His attention turned back to Ankit who asked him about saying something before he passed out. He glared at the other boy. "The last thing I remember is being in pain from trying to remember," he said angerly. "I will get to the bottom of who's been messing with me head, and I won't be to pretty with them. Not that I'm saying I am pretty..."
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Post by ankit on Aug 2, 2007 23:50:24 GMT -5
Ankit sighed. Obviously it was only something he'd remember. He wouldn't forget it. "He had a head ache and came here. Gave me a detention for not telling him what happened.[/i]" he told Tristand, and laid back on the bed again. "I can tell you who did it to you now, but you wouldn't believe me,[/i]" he drawled out.[/sup]
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Post by James Blackblood on Aug 2, 2007 23:59:07 GMT -5
Tristan rolled his eyes. "Dumbass, why didn't you tell him what happened. Idiot, apparently you wanted a detention. I'll tell you this now. The detentions he gives out are worse then what Professor Slughorn ever gave us," he said shaking his head. "They are simply boring," he muttered.
He looked over at Ankit who laid down. Tristan found himself looking him over. And the weirdest feeling came to him. He shivered as his gaze went to his lips. There is was again, the need to kiss him. The need to make it all better. That was sooo unSlytherinish of him. He closed his eyes. "Right now I don't trust anyone," he said stiffly. "Why should I anyways..." he muttered to himself.
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Post by ankit on Aug 3, 2007 0:04:05 GMT -5
Ankit sighed, and moved his head to look at Tristan. "I wish I could help you with the memory thing, but I don't have a potion for it at the moment. Then all that pain that you keep feeling for trying to remember things wont happen. But, I don't think you'd even trust me into giving you the Potion, since apparently you don't really feel like trusting anyone. When the only one you shouldn't trust is that Ravenclaw for doing that to you." he said.
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Post by James Blackblood on Aug 3, 2007 0:09:36 GMT -5
For some reason every time Ankit said 'that Ravenclaw' his mind flashed to John, but if that was true then he'd...NO! He didn't want to think of that right now. He closed his eyes tight. What if he had taken advantage of him? For some reason tears streamed down his cheeks patheticly.
Tristan turned his back to the other boy, not wanting to share his weakness with him. "You're right," he said stiffly.
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Post by ankit on Aug 3, 2007 0:14:37 GMT -5
Ankit looked at Tristan. "You don't trust me do you Tristan?[/i]" he told him. God, did Ankit want to just grab the poor boy and just shake him until he got his memory back. Or just kiss him, and maybe get him to remember. Damn this hard time and distant between them. Even though it was only a mere feet or two, it felt like an eternity to him and he hated it! He just wanted to be close to the boy he loved again. Love. A strong word, and he wasn't exactly positive of the meaning yet, but he was sure that's what he felt. His feelings had gotten that strong in such a short time, but now it was whisked away from him. That made him realize that it would be that easy even without someone putting a spell on the other person. And made him worry, and wonder if it was even worth it anymore.[/sup]
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Post by James Blackblood on Aug 3, 2007 0:31:53 GMT -5
"No I don't," he replied simply. Why tell someone he trusted them when he had just met them? Tristan shook his head as he ran a hand through his long hair. He turned over to the other boy. "Why are you still with me?" he asked.
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Post by ankit on Aug 3, 2007 0:37:39 GMT -5
Ankit sighed, and looked at his feet. "I don't know anymore to be honest.[/i]" he said. He sounded hurt, and ultimately sad. And he honestly didn't know anymore. That's why he hated this situation.[/sup]
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Post by James Blackblood on Aug 3, 2007 0:46:03 GMT -5
For some reason Ankit's words made him stiffen and feel more then a little hurt. Why was that? He frowned as he tried to decifer what this meant. He looked over at the other boy. "Well I suppose I'm glad at least one person is with me," he said thinking why John wasn't with him. He closed his eyes wondering if he really did have some sort of spell on him.
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Post by ankit on Aug 3, 2007 0:52:06 GMT -5
Ankit sighed, and looked at Tristan. "You've heard about those type of spells, right? The ones someone can put on another to forget ones that loved them, and love another? Cause if you do, think of the side effects they give the person.[/i]" he'd let Tristan figure out the rest. Since it was obvious that the effects were the ones that Tristan kept having with trying to remember things, and getting a head ache.[/sup]
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Post by James Blackblood on Aug 3, 2007 1:14:15 GMT -5
"Those memories just aren't there. That is the problem. Someone used the memory charm on my. That I'm sure of," he said finally. "Looking at the calendar it seems I've missed a few days," he said and closed his eyes. He looked over at Ankit frowning.
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Post by ankit on Aug 3, 2007 1:18:08 GMT -5
Ankit got up, and even if Tristan didn't want him to, he sat down at the edge of the bed he was laying on. "I could tell you what happened. Or, all that I know, before that Ravenclaw put that spell on you. Until I can figure out a potion for it that'll make you 100% better.[/i]" he said.[/sup]
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Post by James Blackblood on Aug 3, 2007 1:21:40 GMT -5
"Fine. Go ahead and tell me. It's not like I've got anything better to do anyways," he said finally. Tristan was skeptical about what Ankit was going to tell him. A potion to make him 100% better. Yeah right! there wasn't even a potion to even make a portion of your memories come back, once the memory charm had been used on you.
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Post by ankit on Aug 3, 2007 1:30:49 GMT -5
Ankit sighed. He himself knew there wasn't exactly a potion that would. But atleast one that would possibly bring back the memories of Ankit and him being together. Though, then there was the thing with Tristan being in love with John. God, that disgusted Ankit greatly at the thought of it. "Well, you and me have met before earlier today. It was in Moaning Myrtle's Bathroom, and you were using the water from the sink to fix your hair or something. All I know, was that I walked in on you running your hands through your hair. After that, I really pissed you off, and it wasn't that hard to be honest with you. Then, I stayed there talking to you, even though you kept glaring at me. You ended up hitting your head on the sink, blaming it on me. Locked yourself in the Lavitory Stall, then came out trying to leave. I tried to stop you, then after a while I told you something, then just left.[/i]" he paused to let Tristan soak it in. "I'm not going to go into deep details, but then I ran into the next day, and then you said that we could go out, but it had to be in secret because of your reputation. I said that it was allright with me, and then that Proffesor came barging in, since he was spying on us. Then he passed out, and we came here. After that, the Ravenclaw came in here and started to hit on you. I was clearly mad, and then he just dragged you away from me. In the end, you told me that he tried to seduce you, and groped you. God, disgusting. And you said you put a hex on him and left him there. That's when we ran into each other in the Library, and you obviously were all jealous or annoyed at the girl that was flirting with me. And we decided to not have our relationship a secret, and you kissed me good night, and left. Now I'm here, with you saying you love that Ravenclaw. Or just really like him. I don't know. But I knew something was up the other day, just not what exactly.[/i]" he sighed as he finished up the story. Ankit feared for the worst of a reply from Tristan. Like, he was lying or something. Making it up.[/sup]
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Post by James Blackblood on Aug 3, 2007 1:38:36 GMT -5
Tristan blinked at Ankit's story and felt himself growing more and more amused. Then it came to him, that picture of a naked John on the lawn looking a little stiff. He froze wondering if Ankit could possibly be right. No! His lover wouldn't do that to him.
Then what of that image he kept seeing in his head. It was as if it was left there on purpose, taunting him. Tristan looked at Ankit and shrugged. "I have no idea if your story is right or not, and frankly there is no way to ever be sure anyways. It's not like there is a potion out there that can get any of my memories back," he said.
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Post by ankit on Aug 3, 2007 1:41:16 GMT -5
"There is, but the only thing I hate is that I don't know how to get you back. If I get your memories back... then there is the only slight detail I can't get rid of most likely. How you say you love that Ravenclaw.[/i]" Ankit told him, narrowing his eyes, though not in a glare manor. He turned his head to glance over at Tristan. Damn did he want to just kiss the boy.[/sup]
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Post by James Blackblood on Aug 3, 2007 1:49:12 GMT -5
Tristan nearly fell out of the bed when Ankit asked how he could love John. He thought back to that day. That's when the detail became really weird. He seemed to wake up and crying against the wall in a room on the fifth floor, then he turned and John had spoken to him. He didn't know who the boy was but after he played that song he...
He shot up and sweat flew across his face. He hadn't been in love with John before he'd played his cello. He'd just met the guy! What the hell was going on?
Tristan backed up shaking his head and ended up crashing into another bed. He laid across it stunned. "It can't be...Why is my life becoming complicated again?" he asked himself. Images of his brother went through his head then. He closed his eyes and bit his lip. He needed comfort.
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Post by ankit on Aug 3, 2007 1:51:50 GMT -5
Ankit shot up, and rushed near Tristan. "What? Did you remember something? Are you allright?[/i]" he asked, concern all over his face and in his voice as he looked at Tristan. Ankit's life was becoming even more complicated. Not exactly again, but just more and more every second he spent with Tristan. Well, not the real Tristan. That's how he felt. It wasn't the real one, sine his memory wasn't there.[/sup]
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