amycus silences lambs (unplacable) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2009-05-01 23:31:00 |
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Amycus generally thrived on chaos. Said chaos, however, had to be of his own making. This? This was not an environment he particularly wanted to be in, the smell of sweat and blood assaulting his nose in a most offensive manner as he picked his way through the mess of people that was Hogwart's Great Hall. He didn't have to stumble around far, however, as he was looking for the screamer -- and fucking lo', there she was, belting away at the top of her lungs as an older, plumper woman he vaguely recognized as Pomfrey struggled to hold her down.
"Here to help, Longbottom sent me!" he chirped, shouldering his way through so he could get involved in all the action.
Pomfrey had had enough of Mary's screaming, but she knew the girl was delirious with pain. Muscle death was one of the most excruciatingly painful things a person could deal with, and on top of it, the poor girl had other equally disturbing injuries. Pomfrey felt like she had barely slept, but she had managed to turn the girls ribs back in and close the wounds in her chest. She had seen too much of Mary MacDonald's insides for her liking, and hoped she never would have to again.
However, the hand... it had to go. She knew it had to go, but she had made the mistake of telling the poor girl. Even on pain potions, the young woman was in shock and in a lot of pain, which was making her hallucinate (apparently, hallucinate pink elephants, from what Pomfrey could deduce). She looked up with relief when she heard the word help, and gave him an exasperated look, "I need you to hold her down so I can check on the other people - Pepper and the like. Then I'll come back with a sedative. We need to calm her down before I can--" her eyes went to Mary's hand, a lifeless mess that looked sickening.
"Careful, her ribs are broken and she's got a lot of other injuries. And don't touch that hand! Understand?"
Mary struggled under Pomfrey's grip, "NO! LET ME GET UP. I CAN'T LET YOU. YOU HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL MY MOTHER GETS HERE AND SHE CAN GIVE ME STITCHES."
Pomfrey closed her eyes, tired of the girl's screams and incoherent rants, "Take care of her for a few minutes, okay?"
The strict don't touch that hand! had Amycus staring at it with wide eyes. He'd seen worse (done worse, even, with Alecto and Emory) but the sudden notion that it could be contagious and that the girl's uncontrolled flailing might just put him in danger was not one that sat particularly well with him.
But Pomfrey was suddenly gone, and with the eyes of everyone else in the hall probably on him, silently willing him to shut. her. up., he couldn't just up and leave. For a moment, he merely stared at the twitching, shrieking girl as one would a particularly disgusting pimple. "Made a right piece of art of you, babe, didn't they?" he muttered under his breath, cringing as another scream collided painfully against his eardrums.
Well, ENOUGH already. And out came his wand, flourished in the air. "Silencio!"
Mary went to wail again, but no sound came out. Her eyes opened wide and she looked at Amycus with a horror-filled gaze. Suddenly she began thrashing again, trying to get up, get away from these people who kept casting magic on her. She was hurt and they continued to hurt her. And the little pink elephants with wings kept flitting around her vision, and she couldn't swat them away fast enough.
She brought up her good arm and swung a fist at Amycus, wanting nothing more than to get away. Of course, this pulled at her already throbbing ribs, and it would have made her cry out, if it weren't for the spell that kept her silent.
Short of following up the silencing spell with a Petrificus Totalus, there wasn't much Amycus could do besides catching that fist in his hand and pushing it down. "Easy, love," he muttered, grunting with exertion as she struggled beneath him. "Don't take it personal, yeah? 's just that you're making a bloody whole lot of noise, and old Pommy there is trying to help you. So settle now, yeah?"