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Post by Mordred Kade on Oct 29, 2007 22:54:45 GMT -5
Mordred awoke in the Room Requirements. He felt the bandages on his back that had been placed to help the healing process. D'rorah sat a few feet away in a chair, reading over a book. Mordred tried to push himself up, but failed. His arms were weak and his back still ached from the spell that had hit him. He tried once again but fell back to his spot and sighed from the pain that sered through his back. D'rorah looked from her book over to Mordred and quickly moved closer. Mordred smiled and looked up at her. "Who would've that I'd end up here. I lost my teaching job and was almost killed by the Mage."
Mordred's thoughts jumped back to the ceremony he had witnessed. The Mage had showed him what he had come for. The faces of the traitors. He and D'rorah had what they needed to move forward, they just needed to think it out first. "I'm sorry for leaving like I did. I should have told you something. I.. I couldn't. If you were to be captured again... I couldn't let them know I was there..." Mordred trailed off and dropped his gaze to his lap; he was ashamed he had let Dee go this long without any word.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Oct 29, 2007 23:09:31 GMT -5
"Yes, of course, I understand," she replied patiently. "Please, rest. I saw your memories... I already knew that I could not trust Mister Soldier," her jaw tensed slightly and there was a flash of anger in her eyes at the mention of the name. "I have not met the other student yet. I will have to seek her out sometime soon."
She set her book aside before continuing on. "Things have been reasonably quiet here since your departure. Now that I know you are alive, I will begin working to have you reinstated to your position. Professor Archer has been filling in while you were away, so classes have been attended to."
"I have also found the Elemental Master of Earth," she added, a slight flicker of a smile crossing her features at the thought. "His name is Dylan Cooper and he is a fifth year Ravenclaw student. His Shadow Warrior is Susan Matthews of Gryffindor." She thought for a moment, wanting to give Mordred a full status report. "Miss O'Connell has left, bound for China to train with Master Xiu. I thought she might be able to assist me with training the other Shadow Warriors in more basic tasks and hand to hand combat."
She looked towards the far wall where the clock was, debating whether to tell him that she had held back her own memories during their reconnection and was not yet fully connected to her emotions. She had grown accustomed to having a certain level of privacy in his absence... and was not entirely sure Mordred would approve of the relationship that had grown between her and Dylan in their private time together.
Catching his gaze, she realized that he had probably been following her thoughts the entire time.
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Oct 31, 2007 4:07:20 GMT -5
Somewhat shocked at D'rorah's sudden departure from the common room, he wondered at the possible reasons for a moment before accepting defeat. He would never figure it out himself. Normally, Dylan would be the type to hop onto his broomstick and follow her. At that moment, however, he was not quite his normal self. The thoughts running through his mind created absolute turmoil and chaos reigned easily, destroying all coherent thoughts. This destructive force of grief and pain supressed not only his own thoughts, but those sent to him moments later by D'rorah.
It was only a few minutes after the fact, however, that Dylan even realised she had attempted to contact him. It had been a glint of sunrise that had seared into the corner of his eye, pulling him back into the present and dispelling, for the moment, his agonising thoughts. Rising from the armchair quickly, he rushed out of the common room and made his way through the halls. His pace slowed as he travelled the corridors of Hogwarts; being caught at this hour would not be the best thing for him, especially considering the detentions already received from Professor Archer. He did not need any more distractions from his training and translations, to say the least.
Reaching the sixth floor corridor he knew to contain the Room of Requirement, he entered the room to catch only the conclusion of D'rorah's words. Waiting silently by the entrance, he saw Professor Kade, obviously injured, lying on a bed nearby and wondered what on earth had happened to him. He knew the man to be D'rorah's Elemental Master, that of wind, but aside from that Dylan realised that he knew almost nothing about him.
"Dee," he said quietly. "You needed me?" From the looks of things, she had everything covered. It never hurt to ask, however, so he awaited a response, remaining in a standing position beside the door.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Oct 31, 2007 10:04:49 GMT -5
D’rorah looked up from her conversation, her jaw tensing slightly. She had called Dylan some time ago, hoping for a bit of help tending to the Professor. More than that, however, she had just recently been thinking of him and found herself slightly embarrassed at the private thoughts Mordred would have almost certainly seen.
“Professor Kade, meet Mister Cooper… our newest Elemental Master,” she said by way of introduction. “Mister Cooper, this is my Elemental Master, Professor Kade.” Her gaze shifted to Mordred. “He can be trusted… completely.”
“Mister Cooper, I will require your assistance sometime soon in moving the Professor to a more suitable location for the duration of his recovery. Until I am able to lobby the Headmistress for his return as our Defense Against Dark Arts Professor, it is not safe for him to remain here. She looked to Mordred. “The Headmistress stated that you had been dismissed for ‘endangering the safety of students’. I need to know whether this is the real reason or not if I am to effectively advocate for your return.” Her speech was very stiff and formal, she was a bit annoyed still at having been left with no notice… while she understood his need for secrecy, she still felt as though it would have behooved her to know that he would be leaving before the Headmistress had made her announcement in the Great Hall.
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Post by Mordred Kade on Nov 7, 2007 21:44:53 GMT -5
Mordred smirked, he had caught a glimpse of her thoughts. That was all he needed to know. This boy that had just burst into the room was her 'friend'. It took a lot to gain Dee's trust, and that alone told Mordred that Dylan could be trusted. Mordred looked up at Dylan who kept his distance from Kade.
"Professor Kade, at your service," He said, thrusting his hand out. "Well, needing service I should say." He laughed slightly and shook Dylan's hand. Mordred reverted his attention back to D'rorah. "Caira told the absolute truth, I did endanger the life of the students. But, I didn't force them to do anything. You know as well as I do that the students chose to help." Mordred stopped, letting the anger that was boiling inside of him simmer down. "There is something about her that makes me think twice."
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Nov 8, 2007 16:45:38 GMT -5
Finding her formal introduction quite expected, he took in what D’rorah followed up with before making any reaction to Kade. He highly appreciated her comment about his trustworthy nature, for one thing. Nodding at her words, he pondered potential areas for the former-professor to reside within while he was recovering from his obvious injuries. Nothing coming to mind immediately, he considered the dynamic of the relationship between Shadow Warrior and Elemental Master. He’d never actually met Mordred before, only seen him perhaps once or twice as he’d travelled through the halls, and their words intrigued him slightly.
Noting the extended hand of Kade, he approached the bed where he lay and reciprocated the movement, finding that he actually rather liked the man. He would reserve his judgement for a while longer, however. Noting his words, he assumed the man was speaking of the raid into the forest, the one in which D’rorah had been captured. Clenching his jaw at the thought and images that rose within his head, he retracted his hand from Mordred’s before stepping back to where he’d previously been located. Taking in his final comment about Headmistress LaPointe, Dylan couldn’t help but agree. While she normally appeared bubbly and enthusiastic about life, he had been completely caught off guard by her actions and words within the common room. This memory only serving to increase his slight anger, he turned away from Kade and leant against the nearest wall, facing in D’rorah’s direction without looking at her. His clenched jaw the only thing to reveal his slight anger, it soon disappated, being taken over by his laid-back nature.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Nov 9, 2007 22:54:43 GMT -5
"Now Professor, you and I both know that you tend to think twice about everyone," she replied with a hint of teasing in her voice. "I know I think twice about everyone... I even think twice about you from time to time, but you already knew that as well."
She watched as Dylan retreated from his greeting to stand by the wall. For the moment, she decided not to call any attention to it, knowing that doing so would only waste her own time. "If what you say is true, perhaps I will be able to speak with the Headmistress to assist you with reclaiming your position at Hogwarts. If not, she would simply have to come up with a more creative manner of reinserting him into the castle staff. Already her mind was turning over those possibilities as she turned her attention to the task of moving Mordred to a location which would work better for his recuperation.
"For the time being, you could stay in Hogsmeade. There is a very nice inn, or I know of a small cottage which is typically unoccupied during the school week. I prefer the inn... it would be too odd a coincidence for an outside observer to see you in a home which I own. Would you like another hour or so to rest before we begin the task of moving you there?" Her gaze remained on Mordred for a moment, waiting for his answer before shifting to Dylan to see whether he was up to assisting with the move.
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Post by Mordred Kade on Nov 14, 2007 16:29:22 GMT -5
Mordred shifted from his seat. He looked up at Dylan, who leaned on a nearby wall. Mordred reverted his gaze back to Dee in order to answer her question. "If you don't mind I would like to move now, I don't want to take a chance of being discovered." Mordred Lowered his gaze, he didn't like relying on people like this. It made him feel weak and he feared what others would think. "I would apparate, but I don't want anyone to follow me.."
Mordred sat up the best he could and pulled out his wand. He tried to think of an incantation he could use to help out their situation, but his mind was to jumbled.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Nov 14, 2007 22:03:33 GMT -5
"You cannot apparate from within the castle walls now, Professor. You have been removed from staff." She looked over him with an assessing gaze. He didn't seem quite well enough to do anything requiring a vast amount of exertion. She looked from Mordred to Dylan and back again. "I can use a disillusionment charm so we will not be seen..." she trailed off thoughtfully. "Do you feel well enough to fly? We could travel to Hogsmeade by broom. It does not seem wise to move slowly this late at night, so I would prefer not to be relegated to traveling by foot."
She looked to Dylan. He would obviously have to be the one in charge of any flying, as she was wizardkind's least gifted flyer, as far as she was concerned. She could transfigure herself and fly, while they rode brooms.
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Post by Mordred Kade on Nov 14, 2007 22:14:40 GMT -5
Mordred nodded Stood up before he leaned against the wall. His back was in terrible pain, even though he had been healed on the outside. It takes time for things to heal inside. "I can manage to Hogsmeade. I can cast the charm as well, but not in this condition. I would be lucky to cover myself." Mordred winced at the pain in his back. They needed to move. "Maybe we should go now..."
Mordred followed as D'rorah nodded and began walking. They needed to get to a window so they could hop on their brooms. It had been so long since he had been on a broom. He shuddered at the thought of falling off.
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Nov 16, 2007 0:21:46 GMT -5
Still not quite understanding the dynamics of their relationship, he thought on it as Shadow Warrior and Elemental Master conversed. Indeed, it appeared quite straightforward, but he had a vague suspicion that more was going on than meets the eye. Whatever was happening, Dylan was quite sure that the professor meant a lot to D’rorah; her berating words seemed to have stemmed mostly from worry, and her currently teasing tone implied that she was relatively at ease around the man. Whatever she said, however, he was quite sure that the Headmistress would not go along with the ideal reinstatement easily; the foul woman really didn’t like his fellow Ravenclaw, and was highly unlikely to oblige any requests made.
Noticing that her suggestions were not commented on by Mordred, he too agreed that the inn would be best. Not only would it be, as she so rightly stated, too odd that he resided in a dwelling under Dee’s name, but he quite selfishly wanted that cottage to remain free of others. He suppressed that thought, however, and focused on the prior. Noticing D’rorah move toward him slightly, he nodded to her to indicate his readiness and willingness to aid the transferal of Kade.
Ready to go at any moment, he looked to his... girlfriend for instructions. The word ‘girlfriend’ still seemed an odd one to use for someone so unused to it, and more than that, he simply associated such a word with the meaningless flutters of immature girls to different partners. Such things usually occurred within the space of a week or two at best, every girl demanding too much of their boyfriend and ultimately hating them, telling everyone else how terrible and mean they are. Shivering inwardly at the thought, he found himself glad to have such a substantial relationship with the young woman before him; nothing insignificant or meaningless. Offering her a small, unexplained smile, he then nodded once more to her inquiry.
“I can fly if you wish, I can always fly,” he replied quietly, not embellishing in the least. He followed the two from the room, offering Mordred support if he required it. He appeared to be in some pain, and Dylan’s mind didn’t have to travel far to find the probable source. As they emerged into the corridor, he traveled down to the nearest window. Withdrawing his wand, he quietly muttered a few choice words before slipping it back inside his robes and opening the large window. Emerging from the darkness was a long, slender shape that he knew to be his broom. Having expected it to come up the stairs and along the corridor, he quickly surmised that it had simply taken the fastest route and departed his dormitory via the window instead of the door.
Grabbing it easily with an outstretched hand, one might be able to gain a vague comprehension of why he was a Keeper. Even in the dark, he could see and judge distances extremely well. Hopping onto his trusty broomstick, he glanced about in a furtive manner to check that they were alone and, satisfied, he indicated to Kade. “You’ll need to get on behind me and hold on tight,” he commented in a subdued voice.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Nov 16, 2007 12:53:01 GMT -5
D’rorah glanced from Mordred to Dylan and back again, assessing how best to go about some sort of concealment for the two of them as they flew. She settled on an illusionment charm. Stepping over to where they stood, the muttered a series of incantations along with a complicated flourish and tapped Dylan on the head first. Watching as he became little more than a wavery series of lines… much like water vapor from the pavement on a hot day. She followed suit with Mordred, watching as he too disappeared from sight.
“I will follow behind to be certain the two of you do not run into trouble.” She paused for a moment, wondering whether she should bother to conceal herself as well and finally decided that it would be safest to do so. Once again muttering the charm and the complicated wand movement, she tapped herself on the head and felt a shimmering, fluid warmth cascade over her body.
When she looked down, her body had become as insubstantial as Mordred’s and Dylan’s. As she stepped up into the windowsill, she transformed into her animagus form—a small blue sparrow—and waited for the others to leave so she could follow along behind them.
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Nov 19, 2007 13:33:38 GMT -5
Feeling a strange, pleasantly warm sensation travel from his head down, he looked to D’rorah before realising that the movement was probably largely lost. Nodding before he also realised he couldn’t be seen as any distinct form in himself, he decided that speaking was the only viable alternative. “Alright, Dee,” he produced quietly, turning his attention to the window.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her too undergo the effects of the self-same charm which he and Mordred had just endured. Assuming, since she could not fly by broomstick and there was no other to be seen, that she was going to be winging this, quite literally, he steadied himself upon the broom. Turning his head slightly, he spoke back to Kade. “Hold on tight.” He didn’t particularly wish to have D’rorah’s Elemental Master drop off of his broom mid-flight. Ensuring that the man behind him had a firm enough grip, he moved his hands to grip the handle before him, his legs pushing off from the ground. The broom soared straight through the window and out into the grounds, Dylan struggling to contain the elated sensation he felt within him. Flying always managed to cheer him up and it was something he hadn’t done in quite some time.
Soaring around the castle at a moderate speed, since Dylan was simply assuming that Kade might not be a great flyer, he made his way past the Forbidden Forest and headed straight for the gates ahead. They loomed ever-closer, and sooner than one might believe, they were long behind. Touching down upon a light coating of grass beside the inn, he allowed Mordred to clamber off before himself.
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