jamie_winchester
Cluster
- Joined
- Nov 30, 2010
Shaylin stared in stunned shock, to shocked to move for a moment."Totally pissed."She muttered the idea of Daemon being pissed at them propelling her forward, crouching down next to the man.Resting a hand on his cheek she sighed in relief,"He's alive. Probably suffering concussion.But alive."Cera looked relieved as she moved to the woman's wide, muttering a lighting spell,floating Harry on air before the woman looked at Scorpius."Go tell the nurse we're bringing him in.by the time we get there she'll be ready."She sid waving off the blond, even as she muttered curses about men who thought they could ride other men's horses. Daemon was goign to be so pissed.Mutterign as her and Shaylin manuvered Harry up the long stairs to the hospital wing, settling him in bed just as the nurse started to fuss over him."Is he going to be okay?"Shaylin asked looking at the youngish nurse.
Daemon yelped as he got splashed with Draco's dropped hot chocolate, whining a little as he buried to face against his father's knees."It is I guess."He grumbled, willing to give that much to the man. While he didn't believe the man on his mother's death, or his own role in it, after all, no one knew that voldemort had whispered dark little things into his son's ear about how he'd killed the woman he'd never had a chance to know.Daemon so much wanted to be loved, loved despite killing her, that he blindly followed after Victoria, not realizing she cared for him,but didn't love him."Alright."He sighed willing to let draco make him think everything was okay, even if he really didn't believe it."Mother would have liked victoria wouldn't she?And harry?"he asked sighing quietly, having exhausted himself again, he was starting to fall asleep in draco's lap. Now that he was calmer, he was just a big child who'd let his father convince him that the monsters really under his bed weren't there.
Daemon yelped as he got splashed with Draco's dropped hot chocolate, whining a little as he buried to face against his father's knees."It is I guess."He grumbled, willing to give that much to the man. While he didn't believe the man on his mother's death, or his own role in it, after all, no one knew that voldemort had whispered dark little things into his son's ear about how he'd killed the woman he'd never had a chance to know.Daemon so much wanted to be loved, loved despite killing her, that he blindly followed after Victoria, not realizing she cared for him,but didn't love him."Alright."He sighed willing to let draco make him think everything was okay, even if he really didn't believe it."Mother would have liked victoria wouldn't she?And harry?"he asked sighing quietly, having exhausted himself again, he was starting to fall asleep in draco's lap. Now that he was calmer, he was just a big child who'd let his father convince him that the monsters really under his bed weren't there.