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Post by G. Novella on Aug 2, 2012 11:51:55 GMT -5
"Mm," said Veronica as she smirked, "I could always use a secretary. It would be so nice to have a sexy little thing at my front office."
As she said the last bit, she moved to capture Cassalina's lips with her own. The kiss was soft, warm, and filled with love. Before she could deepen the kiss, they heard something fall upstairs.
"Damn, Alice is up," said Veronica with a sigh, "You know, when I started this relationship, I never thought I was getting a kid as part of the bargain."
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Post by kumainpink on Aug 2, 2012 12:01:10 GMT -5
Cassalina laughed. "Oh come on now, don't think of her as our kid! Think of her as that sweet little sister you always wanted!" She licked her lips, wanting nothing more than to kiss those warm, sensual lips again. "Besides, we have all of tonight to spend together - you still owe me for that drinking contest."
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 2, 2012 12:05:59 GMT -5
"I thought I owed you lunch," she said with a raised eyebrow, "Are we flipping it for a dinner and a night inside instead? Because I think we should. Let's go on a date. A real one. Just you, me, and a bottle of wine."
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Post by kumainpink on Aug 2, 2012 12:08:16 GMT -5
"I would love that, Veronica." Cassalina said, smiling at the idea of a night alone with her. She loved Alice like a sister, but there were times when she accidentally ruined the mood. "A night alone, just the two of us, simply enjoying each other."
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 2, 2012 15:15:41 GMT -5
Veronica gave Cassalina a devilish smirk as she replied, "Oh, don't you want to know the different ways I'd enjoy you."
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Post by kumainpink on Aug 2, 2012 18:33:45 GMT -5
Cassalina's face went a brilliant shade of red, because she knew exactly how Veronica wanted to enjoy her. She bit her lower lip, as visions of what that would entail came to mind. Their nude bodies wrapped around each other, names cried out in the throes of passion... "Um, y-you're going to be late!" she squeaked, feeling embarrassed just thinking about it.
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 2, 2012 22:18:11 GMT -5
Veronice savored Cassalina's embarrassment, knowing how deep-rooted the suggestion laid. Her girlfriend's stammer of late made Veronica break into a chuckle. She smirked as she replied, "Who cares?"
Then, giving Cassalina a devilish wink, shr sauntered upstairs to get ready for work.
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Post by kumainpink on Aug 2, 2012 22:21:11 GMT -5
Cassalina couldn't help but stare as Veronica sashayed off, looking even better under the light the potion emitted. She'd never get tired of watching her sinfully beautiful lover, nor would she ever tire of getting to call her that. Hopefully, she'd be ready to do more than look someday, though.
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Post by kumainpink on Aug 2, 2012 23:22:07 GMT -5
Deep in the darkest dungeons of Ivory House, there lies a specific room used for ancient rituals. Maxwell's great-grandparents had it made way back when, in order to do a number of things. Most of it involved the old traditions that the Rosebanes had cast off in the past, such as soul bondings, birth blessings and the occasional elemental sending. But in the last years of their lives, the rituals had become more complex. It became about power, how to obtain it, and how to pass it on. From what he understood, Maxwell had been the lucky result of all this effort. As Brayden would have been, come his eighteenth birthday.
Maxwell Occluded the thought of his son, in order to keep his focus exclusively upon his task. For today was one of those times when power was needed. He marveled at the high, tall room, which hadn't been used in decades. He gripped the ancient dagger tightly. It's silver surface gleamed hungrily.
According to the Rosebane Ritual Records, there was a specific way one went about siphoning power. There were certain orders one had to do. Checks and balances must be taken in account. There was a specific power he craved, but the first step required two checks to ready his body.
This was his first.
He took a container of sand and poured it into twelve small circles, all of which connected and tangled with each other. He then cast a Pressure spell to keep it intact. "By fire, unto fire, into fire I tread." he spoke, stepping into the center of the circles. "By fire, unto fire, into fire, I stand." He then cast flame spells on the outside of the sand. He focused all of his magic to keep it going, and traced it around the circles, forcing it to take on the intricate patterns.
He then gritted his teeth and slashed each of his palms with the knife. It wasn't fatal, but it was deep enough to make the blood flow.
"By fire, unto fire, into fire, I bleed." He dropped his arms, so that the blood could drip onto the floor. Once. Twice. Three times. Four.
He willed the fire to come to his hands and spread to his arms. And it did so, in neat, red-hot lines. Maxwell couldn't help it - he screamed. The pain was intense. He could feel his flesh bubbling and burning, completely ruining his robes and making his arms shake.
"By f-f-fire, unt-to fire, in-into fire, I a-accept!" he stammered, as the flames reached his shoulders. At once, the flames died, leaving behind ugly, red and black burns. At once, he dropped to the ground. It took an intense amount of effort, but he managed to wield his wand and sent a Patronus Charm. "A-Alice. I need you." was all it said.
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 2, 2012 23:37:06 GMT -5
Alice sat in her room at Cassie's house. The two older women had left, giggling about a date. Now all Alice had was herself, wrapped in her room. She sat with several books on healing and potions. A chart sat beside her as she wrote a list of potions and charms that Maxwell needed. She'd already forced him to start a Potion supplement for iron and for his blood. Both were to make him stronger and healthier.
As Alice went through her list, she didn't notice a large Cobra shape slide into her room, until she looked up to see it opening it's mouth. The silver Cobra was massive, and it's ethereal silver scales seemed to glisten. Alice felt her eyes widen as she recognized the patronus and connected to who it's sender was.
"A-Alice, I need you," said the Cobra, in the familiar voice of Maxwell Rosebane.
Within seconds, the frail girl evolved. She had jumped out of her bed, and grabbed a go-bag filled with potions and ingredients that could be used for immediate response. She pulled back her curls and pulled on her shoes. Her wand was tucked neatly into it's new holster as she walked quickly to the main Floo. Her eyes normally submissive and meek held a confident determination. Alice Boot was in her element.
Within ten minutes, Alice had flooed to Maxwell's large manor. As she stepped into Ivory House, she realized how empty and large the place was without the familiar faces and servants. Suppressing a shudder and mourning of loneliness, she pulled out her wand, and cast a quick Point-Me spell. She followed her locator charm to a large door.
On a normal day, Miss Boot would have meekly knocked and awaited a response, but today was not a normal day. Alice threw open the door, and barged right in, her go-bag attached. The dungeons she'd entered were massive. She could barely spot Maxwell anywhere.
"Maxwell!" she called out, "It's Alice! Can you hear me?"
She used her Point-me charm to move through the room, her face uncertain.
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Post by kumainpink on Aug 2, 2012 23:42:38 GMT -5
Maxwell waited in the dungeon room, gasping at the searing pain in his arms. He felt sick, cold, weak and tired all at once - was he going into shock?
In retrospect, he should have had someone with him, but the ritual wouldn't have allowed for it. Nobody, other than a true Rosebane, could use the family rituals, or witness them.
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 2, 2012 23:45:05 GMT -5
"Maxwell!" called out Alice, as she moved deeper in the dungeons. She then heard the weak sounds of someone gasping, and immediately turned on her heels.
Without a second thought, she moved to the sound of the gasps, only to see a body lying on the cold floor.
"Maxwell!" she cried out in worry, running to him.
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Post by kumainpink on Aug 2, 2012 23:48:11 GMT -5
Maxwell slowly moved his head to the side, finding it even to heavy to lift. "H-h-hello, Alice." he said weakly. "S-sorry to call y-you on such sh-short notice." He smiled at her, though it turned into more of a grimace.
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 2, 2012 23:51:48 GMT -5
Alice stared at Maxwell in horror. Burns ran across his arms and chest. Deep lacerations were etched in his arms. The injuries marked across his chest, torso, arms and neck. He looked as though he had just done some kind of battle. Alice wanted to cry out, but instead bit her lower lip as she moved on her knees beside him.
"I-It's fine," she said, giving him a weak smile, "Can you tell me what your feeling? How did you get these injuries?"
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Post by kumainpink on Aug 2, 2012 23:56:17 GMT -5
"C-cold. P-pain. W-w-weakness." he stammered. "A-arms mostly." he took a sharp breath of air. "I had to d-do a family r-ritual for the n-next ph-phase of my plan." He looked up at her, imploring her to understand. "D-Dementors need to be d-dealt with."
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 3, 2012 0:04:57 GMT -5
"Shh," she whispered, brushing his hair with her hand. "It's okay, I get it. It's too dark and cold in here for me to work on the injuries properly. I'm going to give you a pain-killer and a potion for fevers. Then I'm going to levitate you upstairs. Where do you want me to take you?"
As she said this, her other hand was already digging through the go-bag for the required potions. She pulled the two flasks and unstoppered them. Lifting Maxwell's head gently, she moved the first to his lips.
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Post by kumainpink on Aug 3, 2012 0:07:57 GMT -5
"M-my bedroom." he murmured, after swallowing the foul potions that were needed for healing. "L-last door on the main fl-floor." In spite of the cold, it felt nice to know that someone would be looking after him. He feared what would happen if Cassalina was to remain his private healer. The woman may be brilliant with potions, but healing wasn't her specialty. The pain was gone now, at least.
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 3, 2012 0:15:56 GMT -5
"I remember," she said with a faint blush at the memory of accidentally stepping into his room. "I'll levitate you there. I'm placing a charm to freeze your body, so you'll feel paralyzed from the neck down. It will stop the bleeding but slightly aggravate the wounds until it's taken off. The pain-killer should just be taking effect."
As she said this, her wand moved over his body to cast the paralysis spell. Once the wounds stopped, she levitated Maxwell into the air and grabbed her go-bag. Together, the two exited the dungeons.
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Post by kumainpink on Aug 3, 2012 0:20:32 GMT -5
It was weird, being unable to move. Even though Alice had warned him, it was still scary to be trapped in one spot. But, he trusted her to take care of him - it was her job, after all. And while this was entirely necessary, it was also a chance for her to show her skills.
He would tell her about his need for Heliopath fire. If she understood what he was saying, she had the intellect necessary. If she still wanted to be apart of this, she had the right mindset.
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 3, 2012 0:24:51 GMT -5
Once they arrived in the room, Alice set Maxwell down on his bed. Quickly she transfigured the expensive sheets to be softer and crisper, and more hospital like than his current room. She took off the old spell, and began turning on lights. Once the room was bright, and a fire was roaring in Maxwell's fireplace, did she turn to him.
"I need to remove your robes," she said, fighting a blush, "And then I can start addressing the wounds. Can you tell me which are magical and which are phsyical? I don't need specific spells, just a general idea of what caused each."
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Post by kumainpink on Aug 3, 2012 0:43:53 GMT -5
"The cuts on my hands are physical. Everything else was done with magic." he said, feeling a bit better.
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 3, 2012 0:53:31 GMT -5
She nodded as she approached his bedside. Delicately and slowly, she peeled away the ruin robes. Most were torn and easily ripped off his chest and arms. Whatever wasn't had to be cut and torn to take off. Alice continued to fight away the blushes, eventually succumbing and allowing her face to glow a red as she stripped Maxwell to his underwear.
"I'm going to treat the cuts first," she said softly, "This may sting a bit as I clean out the wounds."
With that, she moved to grab the required potions, salves, and bandages.
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Post by kumainpink on Aug 3, 2012 1:53:27 GMT -5
He couldn't help but marvel at how seriously she was taking this. He expected her to be mild-mannered and shy, just as always. And while he could tell that she was far more embarrassed than he was, she still retained the air of professionalism one would expect from an actual healer. He regarded her wearily, feeling a tad ashamed that he was in his underwear. This wasn't usually how friends ended up.
Luckily, Marigold wasn't the one doing this. She would have most likely taken advantage of him at some point.
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 3, 2012 2:02:03 GMT -5
Carefully, Alice moved to her go-bag and pulled out a Burn-Healing Paste, some bandages, a tourniquet, and a cloth. She enlarged the shrunken bucket that she'd left in her bag, and then moved back to Maxwell. When she returned, she gave Maxwell a smile as she took his first hand.
"I'm going to wrap this tourniquet around both arms to stop the bleeding, and then close the wounds," she told him, as she wrapped the first tourniquet around his arms, "Tell me if your in any pain, or if you need anything."
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Post by kumainpink on Aug 3, 2012 2:10:45 GMT -5
"Thank you." he whispered hoarsely. Inwardly he decided he wouldn't bother her. Alice had enough to do. The pressure did hurt, but the pain reliever was still in his system, so it didn't feel as bad as it could have. Or maybe he was too weary to notice. All things considering, it was nice to have someone tend to his injuries. If this were as short as last month ago, he would have had to rely solely on pain potions and the lack of skills his friends had in the art.
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 3, 2012 2:19:03 GMT -5
The first thing Alice did was take the cloth and wipe away the blood to see the cut clearly. She summoned a few disinfectants from her go-bag, and wiped at the large cut. One she was certain it was clean, she moved to the next arm, repeating the process.
Alice then took her wand, and remembering the spell from the book, she slowly began tracing the pattern into his hand. Bit by bit, new skin was coaxed out over the wound. She knew it was painful and draining to use this spell, for both Maxwell and her, but she wanted things done right. As she worked, she concentrated solely on his arms, and the cut across them. When the first hand had new, pink skin stretched across the wound, she moved to the next.
After a half-hour of silent wandwork, Alice was able to proudly step back and admire each arm. A sort of silent excitement coursed through her veins at identifying her mark as a Healer. Each Healer had their own style, and to see it reflected in the faint pattern of white lines of fleshy etched in Maxwell's skin was amazing. Over time, the wounds would deflect and heal over, and the pattern of Alice's wand-work would fade until only trained Healers would be able to see it using a fancy spell, but it would remain forever. A mark that Alice Boot had been a Healer.
"How are you feeling?" she asked, feeling slightly drained herself, but unable to keep her excitement from her voice. "I know that couldn't have been easy on you."
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Post by kumainpink on Aug 3, 2012 2:25:53 GMT -5
The process hurt like hell, but Maxwell kept himself from crying out. Through the haze of pain and tiredness, he enjoyed watching her work. It was easy to see that she truly loved what she was doing. In a way, she reminded him of himself - diligent, focused and took real joy in the craft. Just as he enjoyed working toward his goals, even when moments like this came up. "Well, I wouldn't want to do that again, but I feel better now." he replied honestly. "Thank you for taking care of me tonight."
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 3, 2012 2:29:29 GMT -5
"It's my job after all. Besides, I can't let you be the one helping me all the time," she replied with a smile, "And we have to treat the burns still. I'm going to cool them down, can you tell me what kind of fire caused them? I don't want to use the Burn-Healing Paste unless we have no other option. There are faster methods to help."
With that, she she took her hand, muttered, "Aguamenti" and placed some water in the bucket. Once it was cooled, she took the cloth and dunked it in, awaiting his answer.
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Post by kumainpink on Aug 3, 2012 2:32:54 GMT -5
"A simple Incendio." Maxwell explained. "It's nothing too dangerous." He smiled back at her. He would be giving her five thousand galleons for her work tonight.
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 3, 2012 2:44:53 GMT -5
She nodded with a smile, as she rubbed the cloth in some cooling ointment.
"That's fine then, the Burn-Healing Paste will work just fine," she said with a smile. "I need to cool the wounds manually first, so I'm going to wipe the burns with this cloth. Once their cooled, I'll apply the paste. It should feel nice and cool, so after the last half-hour, this will be nice. Just let me know how you feel, if it stings or you don't feel anything then the burn is deeper or getting worse and we'll need to treat it."
As she said this, she took the cloth and began rubbing it in small circles over Maxwell's arm.
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