michael corner is reluctantly growing up (mlcorner) wrote in pandorarpg, @ 2012-02-26 17:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | !status: complete, ^date: november 17 2003, character: michael corner |
Characters: Michael Corner (with Head!Terry, Head!Anthony, & Head!Lavender)
Setting: The Forbidden Forest, 17 November 2003, 7:13pm
Rating: R, for imagery
Summary: Michael tries to escape reality but reality is pretty gruesome.
Michael lay on the blood-caked ground, looking up at the treetops and the bits of sky that peeked through them, thinking about times that were much better than these as the pain pulsed through him. "So I had a dream last night that I was down in the dungeon's brewing a potion after hours and Snape came in so I had to hide in the cupboard, right?" Michael was saying. "Please don't tell me that you started wanking in there," Terry said with disgust. Anthony pulled a face, looking at Terry as though he'd gravely offended him, but Michael was laughing at this point. "Yes, mate, as I had to wait in the cupboard I thought that wanking was the only way I could pass the time, of course. And seeing Snape's great greasy face always gets me going," Michael laughed. "You said it, not me," Terry replied, shaking his head. "I really don't know why I am friends with the two of you," Anthony said, attempting to look at his Charms book and ignore them altogether. "Because you loooooove us," Michael replied, tossing a pillow at Anthony's face, which Anthony was quick enough to put a hand up and dodge with years of experience. "I think it was more along the lines of we pestered you until you gave up on saying 'leave me alone already'," Terry said. "Thanks, Terry. Very helpful," Anthony replied. "Isn't he just?" Michael asked, and ruffled his friend's hair playfully. They had left him there alone for a while, mostly because if they didn't he would likely die which was against what Greyback had said to do to him. After he and Siobhan had left the other werewolves had taken it upon themselves to give him a few more hits with the burning stick, not to mention kicking and beating him senseless. Michael had not been able to fight back at that point because he was already too weak so there was nothing for him to do but try to go somewhere else for a time. "Alright, so let's say I need to impress my family by bringing them something for dinner. What would I make for them?" Michael asked, hovering in Lavender's kitchen while she put frosting on some cupcakes. "Well, I mean, are you asking what I would make or like what you would actually be able to bake without like blowing something up?" she asked with a hint of a smile on her face. Michael smirked, shaking his head. "Wow, Lav, make me feel like a bloody failure, why don't you! Thanks love, now at least I know you think of me as sodding useless." "I'm sure you're not that bad. I'm just saying that I wouldn't leave you unsupervised in the kitchen is all." Rolling his eyes, Michael wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. "You're so encouraging! Ta!" He was fairly certain that his skin was falling off where the stick had hit him. Well, it wasn't really a mystery seeing as he'd pulled some of it off himself by accident, but when it was itching so badly it was hard not to do. The dirt caking in it probably didn't help much, but there wasn't much he could do about that at the moment so the best he could do was lie on his hands to try to keep himself from pulling more of it off. There were blisters forming from what he could tell and he didn't need to be messing with those either, but it was so bloody difficult not to scratch with all the dirt and everything else on the sensitive skin. Michael kept holding his right eye shut and hadn't opened it since it first got hit by the stick because he was too afraid to find out what the damage might be. It was fairly obvious to him that it was probably not good, but he was still holding onto some sort of hope that maybe it might not be quite so bad. He wasn't, after all, Anthony the Pessimist. But he wasn't an idiot either. "There are so many times that I should have taken points from you," Anthony said. "Yeah well, I never stopped you," Michael replied. "It would only be traitorous to your own House and everything you stood for." "I would not have been a traitor. I can't help it that you don't know how to follow the rules even though you were in Ravenclaw." "He has a point, Mike. You were the one who got us into trouble the most," Terry said helpfully. "Rules were made to be broken, not followed. I mean, if we followed the rules how would we have survived seventh?" "You almost didn't! The Carrows were always after you for being such a stupid git!" Anthony said incredulously. Terry grinned. "That's because he had a hero complex. Without Harry there he felt like he had to step up." "I do not have a hero complex!" "Right," Anthony nodded, looking unconvinced. Michael still had no idea how he was going to get Siobhan out alive along with himself. Maybe if he could just get her to escape, it would be worth it, even if he couldn't get himself out too. He hadn't planned on dying this way but he would be remise to say that he let someone he knew be turned because he left her there while he made his own escape. He just couldn't do that - it wasn't in his nature. There had to be a way for him to get her out of here, because the last thing that she needed was to be stuck with Greyback and his pack of fucked up werewolves to be turned into one of them herself. Ernie certainly would never forgive him if he came back without her, not that he would ever forgive himself on top of it. He needed to come up with a plan, and fast, because he didn't know how much longer he had there before Greyback decided he was no longer useful alive. He didn't even know if he had found a way to talk to Lavender yet, but he assumed that the werewolf had used his journal for that which meant that Lavender might know now that he was in Greyback's custody and that was definitely not a good thing. No, he needed to get stronger so he could transform and figure out a plan to get out of here because if he didn't do it soon he might not make it out alive. Until then, he'd have to keep imagining he was somewhere else because it was basically the only thing keeping him sane. |