Revealed Secrets and Hearts Destroyed (Ayla/Open)

[Ayla Schultz]

A wicked smile lit up her crimson features as Paige’s fair face soon became equal to hers, decorated with a layer of fresh blood, which was only smudged with each punch that connected. It almost made it harder, made her skin more slippery, but in her rage of anger and adrenaline, there was not even the smallest part that cared about such a detail. There was only one goal; win. And in order to win she had to protect herself and beat her opponent. However, unfortunately, her passing vision on the fight made the first necessity harder than usual.

Paige’s knee slammed into the softness of her stomach, and all that was left for her to do was gasp for the needed oxygen she had just forced out of her lungs. Ayla coughed almost roughly, and as her body attempted to keep running, no matter the cost, there was the filthy taste of blood that soon filled her mouth. It dripped from her swollen lips as a mixture of blood and drool, being smudged on the girl’s shoulder as she almost ended up burying her face in pain. FUCK!

It took only little time for her mind to focus back on her attacker, but once she opened her darkening eyes to examine her soon-to-be pray, all she saw was a blurry version of the reality. It shocked her, to say the least. But then again, in the short time they had beaten seven shades of shit out of each other, either’s attacks had been more than just playful. It was getting out of hand, and she could feel it. Paige could too, according to the worry hidden behind her angered eyes. This was definitely not going to end well, for both of them.

As fast as she could in her new-found state, she jammed her elbow into the girl’s side, her other hand flashing to the back of her head to fight with Paige’s hands, a more difficult job. But difficult did not mean impossible. Her fingers wrapped themselves around one of hers, and pulled it to the back of her hand, an action that if not would force a break, would lead to an unpleasant dislocation; enough for her to free her pretty head.

“Having fun, darling?” An insane laugh crippled through the air, though the sound of her own voice never reached her ears, cut off by the intense screaming around them. Apparently, some couldn’t stand blood. Quickly, she smashed another blow into the girl’s side, her with blood covered lips formed into an ear-to-ear smirk. “I sure am!”

[Paige Lucas]

Paige coughed up more blood as she felt Ayla's bony elbow in her side. She rolled away from the demented Slytherin, trying to get her bearings. This fight was becoming way too dangerous for the both of them. Her hand was numb yet in pain, she was quite sure it was broken. Paige spit blood in Ayla's face.

"Yeah tons of fun ya nasty mudblood." She had no idea where that came from and was really disgusted with herself for saying it but it was too late to take it back now. She took the opportunity of Ayla's closeness to slam her palm into her nose. Not enough to kill her but enough to break it. There was a nasty crunching sound. Paige would swear she could see someone faint.

She pushed Ayla against the table and kicked her hard. Paige staggered away, she had a sick feeling. Yup there's more blood. She doubled over and coughed up some more. Paige was positive the little bitch had broken a couple of her ribs. Ow...It didn't stop her though. She was determined to break the bitch.

[Ayla Schultz]

The blurry vision caused by the rush of the fight soon became worse, darkening ever so slightly with every second that passed. There was an incredible pain in her chest, as for her stomach, where surely the muscles had been damaged in a nasty way, if not the layers of skin protecting the organs. Her mind rushed, unable to even force one logical thought, not even comprehending all the impulses of pain it was receiving. She didn’t feel pain, only one particular feeling she had doomed to hell one day along with the urge of her to fight. It was as though the beast housed deep within her had woken once more, like a demon, and had taken her over her body and soul.

Ayla was unable to defend herself against Paige’s offensive move, but all she felt was a strange crack in the middle of her face. No, the pain kicked in later. But when it did, it was an intense pain unlike any she had felt before, not familiar in any way. The pain of a broken bone, it was something she had never experienced, and had never wished to experience. A high pitched scream in both fury and pain escaped her bloody mouth, and immediately, she reached for her new-found injury, only to let the pressure of her fingers worsen it. “You bitch! God, damn it!” Several more curses cut through the air, in all kinds of languages, whichever came to mind first. She rolled awkwardly across the floor, tears forming in her eyes, in an open position that would only make it easier for attacker to finish her off.

It didn’t take long, or she was lifted off the floor by Paige’s strong grip, pushed roughly back against one of the long tables. Ayla gritted her teeth, the blood streaming from her nose darkening her whole face and dripping in her mouth, the taste making her sick. Another blow was taken, a kick in the side this time. With the contact, Ayla gasped for air, blood spattering on the floor and furniture. A loud groan came from the back of her throat, but her hand moved on it’s own as if her body had never been damaged before, grabbing a bottle of the table, and swinging at Paige’s head brutally before she managed to escape her grasp.

“Fuck you, Paige!” Those were her last words, for now, before she collapsed through her knees and landed in a puddle of her own blood, mixed well with pieces of broken glass. The girl curled up in a ball, her legs twitching, and her hands covering her broken nose. But still, she had no intentions of backing down. She used one of her elbows to push up part of her upper-body, her breathing ragged and unstable in deep pants, a lust for more blood in her eyes. Damn, that bitch! She was going straight to hell!

Every piece of her mind, or as Amorte would so beautifully say it, both parts, were set on only one thing; killing that bitch. Coughing desperately and with shakes traveling through her body, she pushed herself further up, and with more help of her injured legs, cut by broken glass, slowly began the mission of getting over to Paige. The fist few meters, she crawled, until she was close enough to reach for the table for support. It took a lot of effort to get back upon her feet, and she stood shakily, but she moved nonetheless, unable to focus correctly. However, she did not get far. She collapsed once again not too far from Paige, but she found herself close enough to ball her hand into a tight fist and sent yet another blow against her pretty head. This fight was long from over. She would beat her into fucking St. Mungo's. Fucking pureblood.

[lorcan]

Lor walked into the Great Hall, looking for something to eat before he went for a run. He had so much pent -up agressions that needed to be let out. Running seemed to be the only way to geth them out lately. Besides, it wasn't like he could talk to Paige about it. She was the reason he was so fustrated. He couldn't seem to wrap his mind around her cheating. He really didn't think she would have ever done that. But, it seemed this school year was a year for first.

Shaking his head, he walked down the hall before the Great Hall, already hearing a commotion. "probably some stupid first yeara again..." he thought ignoring the screams and hollers. It wasn't until he was standing at the doors to the Great Hall that he heard the names of the two in the fight. "Fuck," Lor thought, running into the hall. He pushed people out of his way to get to the front of the scene. I was a bloodbath, in all that that implied. "Fuck," Lor muttered under his breathe. However useless that was with everyone yelling and cheering each girl on. Paige and a Slytherin girl. He assumed that was Ayla since he'd never met her before. His heart sunk.

Lor knew exactly who they were fighting over, too. No matter which one of them said otherwise. Lor lowered his head, ashamed and diappointed, in both girls. They couldn't think of a better way to figure this shit out. No, they had to make a public display in the middle of the Great Hall. Fuck, he thouht again as he watched Ayla attempt to get back to Paige. He figured she wouldn't make it. She seemed like it was the end for her.

FOrgetting the blood and glass shattered and scattered among the rest of the mess, Lor took the steps necessary to get to the two girls. Hopefully, before Ayla got to her intended destination. His brows raised as Ayla got in another shot before he could get past some of the onlookers. 'Impressive," He didn't think she had the strength in her for a last throw. Although, he couldn't tell who bled more, it seemed like a good time for someone to step in and stop this massacre. It was getting ridiculous. The caretakers were going to have a bitch of a time fixing this mess they'd made.

Bending down, Lor put his arms under Ayla's and dragged her away from Paige, before turning to look at each girl in turn. "What the Fuck is going on here?!" he yelled, more to Ayla than Paige. This bullshit needed to be settled before anyone would calm down. "You're both acting like children who got their favourite toy broken, or stolen or something. Fuck, it's ridiculous."

[Paige Lucas]

Paige fell back with the last hit. All her strength pretty much gone. She saw someone grab Ayla and pull her away, from partially closed eyes. At first she thought it was Amorte, but once she heard the voice she felt her heart drop.

"Oh fuck you Lor. This has nothing to do with you." She yelled manically from her spot on the ground. Paige rolled to her side and lifted herself off the ground. She stumbled over to a nearby table, placing her hands on the table top she steady herself. Paige caught a glimpse of her reflection off a plate. She looked like she had just been in a cage fight.

"Let her go Lor...I think we both know who won here." She straightened up the best she could. Suddenly she doubled over again and spit up blood. She wiped her face and realized how effed up she really was. She tried to move her fingers on her right hand, but the pain made her yelp. Yup it was definitely broken. She fell back against the table. "Shit...."

[Ayla Schultz]

One last punch was all the little Slytherin could give physically and emotionally, the pain suddenly seeming to kick in at once, every shattered piece of glass that pierced her skin, every bruise, every cut, every break, was suddenly taken in by her brain. She could fight no more, that was what had body had been trying to tell her a long time ago, but yet she had stood her ground. Now she had to pay the price of using up her muscles and energy. The cheering of the crowd echoed in her mind, and her vision went from a darkened blurry sight to one in slow-motion. Her eyes darted across the room, searching for whatever might help her in even the weirdest way, but to no success. It was only a matter of time before her arms gave in and lowered her to the floor to rest, or if worse, pass out. But she never made the floor. Instead, she was roughly lifted and pulled back by a familiar strong set of arms. At least, she thought so...

It only took a second before she realized who it was, or rather, who it not was. Her eyes widened immediately, her mind was once more taken over by instinct, and with her last energy, she fought against the boy’s grip. She kicked with her legs, though it was of no use. “Get the fuck off of me!” She yelled through gripped teeth, the muscles in her arms tensing as they tried to break the iron grip around her arms and injured shoulder. The words of both Lorcan and Paige escaped her, inaudible for her. But she did know one thing; this boy definitely was not a friend of hers. And perhaps her following actions were a mistake, but she herself would categorize it as pure self-defense.

With the last remaining strength she had in her muscles, she pulled her arm closer to her body, but then jammed her elbow sharply into the male’s side. It was all an attempt to break free, however. “Let go!” She yelled once more, her voice angered, if not raised by pure physical pain. Who the hell was this boy?! And what the fuck did he want?! This was none of his fucking business! A filthy friend of Paige, no doubt! Well, the friend of her enemy was automatically her enemy as well, no if’s, but’s or and’s about it.

“P-Paige...” Her name left her lips weakly, as after one final blow for the boy with her elbow, she was forced into her absolute maximum. She panted heavily, but although it was highly improper for a situation like this, she smiled. “Y-you’re a f-fucking bitch, you know that?” She laughed quietly, the vibration of her chest aching.

[lorcan]

Lor shook his head, a bitter laugh forcing its' way from the back of his throat at Paige's words, choosing to ignore her first comment. "Yeah, Paige, actually, it does have something to do with me. You don't understand at all do you?"Ayla struggled in his arms, but he was used to that, thanks to his little sister and their fighting. She got him good, though. Her elbow making contact with his side, knocking the wind from him for a moment. He coughed slightly, the girl could hit.

Lor looked on at Paige, sadness in his eyes. "Yeah, we all know who won this fight alright. Neither of you. Look at yourselves. Both bloody, broken. I doubt the nurses here are going to be able to help you with all that," Lor nodded towards her bloody trail on the floor, and again at her broken wrist. Ignoring the writhing body in his arms, Lor paid more attention to his...ex-girlfriend. She was tattered and torn; broken and bloody. Lor's heart broke at the sight, and broke more each time she spoke.

"But, I don't think I will let her go. You'll just keep fighting over someone who isn't even here. Look around, Paige, he's not here. You're fighting for someone who's not even here, how noble of him. A fight to the death in his honour and he finds it unworthy of his time. Shame Paige, really, it's a shame." Lor looked down at the young girl in his arms who hit him again. He hadn't even felt that blow to his side. "As for you...Fuck man, do you ever just give up? Or is it last one standing every fucking time?"

[Paige Lucas]

Paige knew he was right. She fell back onto the floor, just as he had said, bloody and broken. She sat there wondering what the hell was she fighting for. Her mind told her she just needed to relieve some stress and anger but her heart said differently.

She felt hot tears coming. No not here, not in front of all these people. She wiped them away angrily. Paige looked up at Lor, wondering why he even stopped it. If he had let them continue all his troubles and stress would be gone. Give or take a few minutes. "I'm sorry...But I don't regret this." She got up slowly and made her way over to them.

[amorte]

Adrenaline, it rushed through his body like a drug, every swell of muscle another hit, every one of his long strides feeding the addiction that his own body made. Sweat trickled down his back as he pounded on through the forest, powerful legs slamming into the ground and driving him forward, muscles flexing and bounding. He couldn’t weight lift with his other arm anymore, but there was nothing wrong with his legs that a few miles running wouldn’t cure.

He was on his way back now, he’d been into the hall an hour ago and grabbed some food and water, taking it with him into the forest as he traced the paths he had begun to run as a wolf. Running in this shape was harder, but all the more rewarding, he could feel every muscle tear and reform twice as strong and he had to exert himself to go as far. It was wonderful.

But regardless of how wonderful it was, it had to end eventually and so, he turned his throbbing legs toward the castle, hoping to run directly to the showers that no one would see him in the black shorts and green sports shirt. He did however have to run through the main entrance to get there so hesitantly, he stopped for a few brief moments by the lake to run some water through his hair and cool off before loping toward the castle once more.

Even outside the main entrance he could hear the screaming and chanting, the shouts and cries and the noise of people telling someone to stop ruining it. He slowed down, turning the run into a trot, then to a walk as he entered the main hall and glanced around for the location of the sound.

A massive group of people had encircled a pair of fighters, standing on a table and soaked in blood. He stopped, staring at the sprawling banshees and then at the figure that wrestled them apart. A flash of coloured hair, the small figure in the man’s arms was recognisable to him, regardless of how much blood was covering her, and he should have expected who the other was.

Weariness from the run forgotten he sprinted forward, leaping onto the table in one huge bound and shoving students out of the way. One cried out as a well placed blow knocked the watcher to the floor but Amorte wasn’t even looking. He closed the distance in an all out dash and skidded to a halt, slipping in blood and food remnants, pushing past Lor and entirely ignoring Paige as he drew himself up to Ayla and carefully took hold of her shoulders, looking down into her bloody, mangled face.

“Shit, Ayla, are you alright?” Panic, fear and fury were written all over his pale face, ashen with dread, a sickly glow replacing the healthy one that had decorated his face moment before on his run. “Oh god, we have to go to the hospital wing now...” His voice was barely a whisper, a muffled creaking from the shock of the situation, he could barely speak.

[Ayla Schultz]

Words slipped past her, and the only thing she saw was the movements of lips belonging to who was forever doomed to be her rival, and the crowd around them, who all jumped enthusiastically, and screamed, according to their expressions. Some screamed in excitement, others in terror. The look on the faces of most girls was one that would have normally made her laugh hardest, but not when she was the one that caused it. Not when it was her who had just been beaten up like a porcelain doll. It was quite embarrassing, to say the least, but at the same time she felt prouder than ever before for being able to do the same to the bitch that had once been Amorte’s. But still, although it had come this far, she did not feel as satisfied as she normally would be feeling. No, there was still something between these two, something that would never change, a pure hatred was the way she would describe it, and felt it.

Strangely enough, although most sentences were muted, there were parts she did manage to catch in her blurred state. He’s not here, were the words she did catch. Ayla gasped lightly, but then once more coughed as more blood from her nose dripped through the opening between her lips. He wasn’t there? No, of course he wasn’t there. She could hardly imagine the embarrassment she would feel if he would be, the shame. What kind of way had this been to fight about something? Normally it would have been done with words, but they had decided it would be more fun to literally fight about it. But now here they were, as at first expected, both with broken bones, in pain and covered in blood. They had not disappointed their audience, but was it worth it? Yes, perhaps in a way. Had they done nothing this would never have been correctly solved. But she had doubts that anyone but them would be able to understand that.

“Shut up...” The words where only whispered, muted just as much as the boy’s words. He wasn’t here. The short sentence caused an intense pain in her chest, different from the pain of the blows she had taken. No, this was rather an emotional pain. He wasn’t here, and it hurt, made her heart ache. Ayla closed her eyes tightly and took a deep breath, her throat hoarse from coughing. She remained restlessly in his arms, his grip still tight around her, hurting her injured shoulder by the pressure. But the pain seemed to get less. It was a relief, but yet a worry. Either it was healing, which was highly unlikely, or her mind was slowly beginning to shut down the part that could feel the pain. But it didn’t matter much, not now, not to her. No pain was no pain. Fuck it.

She was unsure of how much time had passed; seconds, minutes? But suddenly, there was something unexpected that woke her from her odd trance, a strange shifting of her body, though not caused by herself. She opened her eyes carefully, and even with her vision slightly blurred, it was not hard to make out who the figure was what was now holding her. Ayla swallowed roughly, attempts to remove the blood from her mouth, the bad taste, but her breathing was more like panting than anything normal, still ragged by the adrenaline and after-effects of the fight. A light smile slowly lit up her bloody features, looking odd with the injuries done to her face.

“C-couldn’t have been better...” She whispered, her voice as light as his. Carefully, and with much more effort than she was willing to give, she tried to move. She set her hands weakly on the floor, and pushed herself further up, a soft moan escaping her lips. She laughed lightly, though it was highly sarcastic. Her eyes darted to the floor, hopelessly. “I-I’m sorry, it was stupid...”

[calista]

Lor glanced up at Paige, not really giving her the time of day but wanting to hear her words. The laugh that errupted from him was full-on hatred and bitterness. "No, You wouldn't regret anything. No matter how much it hurt someone else." The sadness was in his eyes, barely. None of it was in his voice, he wouldn't let it be; refused to give anyone of the by-standers and the two fighters, the satisfaction of that.

Lor turned at the commotion of someone else entering the hall. Fuck, more for the audience. Just what they all needed. It was bad enough people were throwing food and curses their way, now the whole school was getting in on the action. Lor's eyes widened in surprise. Of course he would show up now, when all the blood's been shed. Lor shook his head, surpressing the bitter laugh that wanted to errupt from deep inside him.

This was the character that Paige was fighting over. This guy, who ran to Ayla, basically forgetting Paige existed. Lor scoffed, releasing his hold on Ayla. "Take her. I don't want anything to do with this shit." With Ayla out of his arms, he took a couple steps back, glancing down at himself. Glancing back up, he watched Ayla try and crawl to Amorte. Icing on the cake, he was sure, for Paige.

He was covered in blood, and none of it his. He looked over at Paige who had somehow made her way over to them. Just as bloody and broken as the girl who was no longer in his arms. He hated blood, the whole reason he avoided fights such as this. "Ugh, fuck," Lor muttered under his breathe.

"Fuck," Lor thought, turning away to leave. He couldn't believe this shit. Before he got too far, he turned back to Paige. She may have broken his heart but he couldn't leave her there to bleed to death. He just didn't have it in him. He looked up at her, his eyes pleading with her. "Come on, we'll get you to the Hospital wing. See what they can do with you..."

[Cali as Lor....You all know why...No complaints ]

[Paige Lucas]

Paige caught Lor's saddened gaze and held it for a few seconds before averting her eyes. "I'm sorry...you were right." She hung her head and leaned against the table. She didn't have the strength to shield her face from prying eyes. Paige could hear them whispering about it.

Completely ignoring Amorte and Ayla, Paige found herself next to Lor. It took her by surprise that he had stayed as long as he had. "I never wanted to hurt you...I'm being honest Lor. I never..." She couldn't finish, her words were drowned out by the yells of the other students. The ones who would be spreading this around to the others who hadn't seen the fight. Those people who hadn't were the lucky ones.

Paige fell against Lor, too weak to stand by herself. She looked around the Hall in distraught. She couldn't believe a boy had led to this mess. It was stupid and pathetic. Paige was a better person then that. So why would she start to sink so low now? Then her dull, bloodshot eyes landed on the problem. Amorte. She glared at him, this blood bath was because of him. It could have cost both Ayla and Paige their lives.

She looked back at Lor and said, "Get me out of here...I'm done."

[amorte]

Panic raced through Amorte’s eyes as he held Ayla, lifting some of her weight when she moved, seeing her face clench with pain at the movement. “Shit... Look, I can imagine what this was about and well... I just wanna make sure you’re okay. Come on, hospital wing.” And with that he leaned down and slipped strong arms under her, gently taking her weight.

Fire burned through his left arm but he gritted his teeth as he lifted her, ignoring the pain as best he could, but blanching none the less. Her blood was already covering his arms, and now that he lifted her and stood up, it was starting to mark his chest too, but that was the least of his concern. Only when he had straightened up completely and turned around did he hear the words that Lor spoke, a growl began in his throat.

“Fuck off Lor...” Amorte growled as he hitched Ayla further into his arms and went even paler, his teeth gritted with pain and anger. Perhaps it was the guilt that he hadn’t been there but that Lor had, or that he had instigated this attack, though not on purpose, but he felt like hell and he wasn’t about to take it out on Ayla. He glanced at Paige as he walked past, but looked down before he walked slowly past her, knowing that it was equally her fault as it was Ayla’s.

But he couldn’t help but be angry that she had taken it out on a girl three years younger ,even if Ayla was twice as tough as most people it seemed wrong... then again, he had tortured Baylee... but he hadn’t tried to treat him like and equal and expect him to defend himself. “Come on, the nurse will patch you up.” He whispered, more to himself than to Ayla as he stepped carefully from the table and toward the hall door, blocked somewhat by the crowd of people that suddenly wouldn’t move.

“Move it now, I swear to god or I’ll take ten points from each of you!” He snarled, seeing a large number of first years jump back, as well as some of the older years, his eyes looked maddened as he glared from person to person, walking as fast as he could through the opening crowd.

(Hmm, they are both going to the hospital wing, maybe Lor and Morte should fight up there? That or tackle him Lor. xDDD)

[Ayla Schultz]

(OOC: Fight! Fight! Fight! XD)

There was another low groan that managed to escape her cut lips mixed with a deep sigh, when the pain increased as she so stubbornly pushed herself further up. Her muscles ached, burned, as did the cuts in her skin, the spots where the glass had so firmly pierced her and drawn blood. No doubt it would take extra care and time to take them out, not to mention the pain she would be forced to suffer. But it was worth it, the injuries and the pain, this whole fight that some people saw as useless. Paige and her... they had a certain problem with their ranking, like dogs. And add that with the bitching over a stunning boy, and a fight like this was the only way to solve it. But it wasn’t solved yet, it was still to be finished. That was how she felt, at least. It all depended on how Paige would act the following days, whether she was willing to give in to her dominance or not. Another fight would perhaps break out one day, but she hoped that it would take longer than just a few days. The girl could hit. Fuck.

A pair of strong arms moved around her, under slipping underneath her legs, the other positioned on the small of her back. Ayla quickly took in a deep breath, and gritted her teeth as Amorte oh-so-carefully lifted her off the floor. The ache was incredible, the pressure at the injuries, and a small, near yelp escaped her damaged lips. “No, you don’t know... It’s far more complicated than you think...” Her voice was quiet as she responded to the male’s words, restrained by the pain and adrenaline still rushing through her body. Ever so carefully, Ayla turned her head once more to look up at him, her normally bright eyes still furious, yet showing the happiness of his presence, as for the small pools beginning to appear in the corners from pain and stress. But she saw more than the anger and worry she had expected to see in his mismatching jewels; a strange sparkle that resembled pain. But why...? And then it hit her, and she swallowed immediately in an automatic reaction. Now it was her turn to look worried.

Amorte moved quickly through the pieces of scattered glass and petite puddles of blood, and as he did, Ayla could feel the stares of the people surrounding them burn into her already hurt skin. She lowered her head slightly, a look of minor embarrassment quickly taking over. Although she had won the unsettled fight, the fact that she was seemingly unable to get out on her own feet was more awkward than anything else, an attack at her ego. She shook her head roughly, before closing her eyes and hiding her broken face in his chest. One hand reached slowly for his chest, and her fingers clutched firmly around the fabric of his shirt. She heard him mutter things, to her, to this boy called Lor, to the crowd, but she paid no attention to that.

“Amorte, I can still walk, you know.” Ayla whispered finally as soon as the echoing screams seemed to have died down, her voice muffled by fabric pressing against her lips. It was indeed a foolish decision, but as stubborn and caring as she was, she could not afford him to be in pain because of her. At least physical pain was something he could be spared from. “Put me down, you’re hurting your arm.” Slowly, she lifted her head from his chest and eyes him, seriousness in her eyes. “Now.” She demanded, her voice raising in slight ways.

[calista]

Lor scoffed, stepping back from Amorte. He really couldn't handle the Teenage Drama show being shown live. Upfront and personal. He didn't have to deal with all the bullshit surrounding him. Too bad, he was in the middle of it now, and no amount of digging was going to get him out of it right away. He turned his head, parting his lips to comment, but held himself back. None of them really needed this, especially broadcasted around the school like it was going to be later. In all honesty, he felt bad for them; for Paige and Ayla. Everything being twisted in turned for the amusement of the gathered crowd.

Lor turned as Paige fell against him. He glanced over her,t aking a quick inventory of her cuts. There were quite a few bad cuts and she'd be bruised pretty bad in the coming days, but at least he didn't see anything the nurses couldn't fix in the Hospital Wing. As carefully as he could, Lor lifted Paige into his arms. She could barely keep herself on her feet, walking would prove to be next to impossible.

Lor ignored everything around him. He had to. If he succumbed to the banter and the calls, he'd be just as bad as the rest of them. He turned, following Amorte out of Great Hall. Brushing past the couple, Lor made for the stairs, the weight in his arms, practically non-existant to the worry that clouded his mind. He really didn't want to admit that last thought, but it was probably plain as day to see.

[OOC:: Again, You all know why...]