Johnathan Tohquah (pauwau) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2016-02-07 14:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: corinna, character: johnathan tohquah, location: ladon dorm |
Thread: What Doesn't Kill You
WHO: Cori and John
WHEN: Feb. 7, afternoon
WHERE: Cori's room, Ladon
WARNING: Drug use.
This was going to be tricky to relocate to Cori's room. John had everything ready to go in his own room. It was private, safe, and familiar. But mostly private. He'd been warned by Leon not to let the teachers get involved in how he practiced his magic outside of classes. Apparently the teachers didn't like witches branching out into potentially dangerous areas without guidance, or something. John shared Leon's feelings on this: resentment. He didn't want someone breathing down his neck for the next couple years every time he tried to branch outside of healing. He'd do this on his own and amaze everyone. He'd break the curse for Cori without any help. Not even the teachers could do that. This would finally get him some credibility here at the school. It would finally get him something to brag about. Healing, as amazing as it was that he could touch someone and pour healing energies into their bodies to mend wounds and sickness, was not flashy. Breaking a warlock's curse, that was flashy.
John packed up his supplies and carefully bundled them for the walk over to Ladon dorms. If Cori hadn't been so afraid of the dragon, they could've stayed in his room, but John wanted his patient to be comfortable. Her nerves could possibly make the spell go badly. Everything had to be perfect. He wasn't going to mess this up. That was why he slipped the tiny plastic bag of fine white powder under his glove, keeping it close against his skin, shielded against detection by those with heightened senses. The score had come from someone in town and had been expensive. It had taken some footwork and asking around outside of the Academy, but John had found a dealer. John had promised his mother, his chief, even himself that he would stop using. But this was too important not to have absolute focus.
John arrived outside Cori's door and double checked the dorm number with what she had told him. He knocked and adjusted the strap of the bag on his shoulder. John glanced down the hall and pulled the hoodie back, leaving a dusting of snow on the floor that had collected on the hood on his walk over.