Post by Paris Aurinko on Sept 20, 2024 12:46:05 GMT -5
((Tw: Some violence))
There is a type of pain so acute as to be acutely delayed. It’s a sort shock is probably what the fancy medical people call it. Or something longer, they do like their long words. It’s the kind of trauma anyone experienced it will know, where something so sudden and devastating occurs that the nerves have not yet caught up. The mind knows it has happened, but the body is not so certain.
Paris tasted teeth on his tongue, the sensation disconcerting, but not yet frightening – just the mind reeling with the thought “Did that just happen?”. A follow up blow which split his eyebrow assured him that yes, this was happening.
A visit to Hogsmeade with the other students was always going to be a risk when you considered that Paris had spent the last year working there – and not all of that work had been legal. Still, a well-meaning professor had talked him into it and he hadn’t been thrilled with the idea of hanging about a gloomy castle with its pestering ghosts hovering everywhere.
It was the paralysis spell which caught him, one minute he was in the street the next he was dragged away from the main throughfares by some hooded goon. Someone was holding him up while the other got his workout today. The other spat something at him – some question or statement. It was lost whatever it was behind blood and pain.
Help was only meters away, but Paris didn’t say a word, didn’t make a sound. Inside buildings, out in the light of day, people were enjoying themselves and Paris never called out.
He couldn’t.
And the world went black.
When he woke up another student was there, looking worried, saying something about help. No, no Paris didn’t want that. That would bring attention, and questions and more pain.
With great difficulty he ignored the student’s advice and slowly dragged himself to his feet and staggered out of the alleyway. Time had passed – the sky darker than he remembered. The world swayed with his every step, and he had to hold his breath between throbbing beats of his heart. Pulling up the hood of his coat he tried to slip away among a group of other students who had not noticed him yet, just wanting to get back to his dorm to sleep it off like nothing happened.
There is a type of pain so acute as to be acutely delayed. It’s a sort shock is probably what the fancy medical people call it. Or something longer, they do like their long words. It’s the kind of trauma anyone experienced it will know, where something so sudden and devastating occurs that the nerves have not yet caught up. The mind knows it has happened, but the body is not so certain.
Paris tasted teeth on his tongue, the sensation disconcerting, but not yet frightening – just the mind reeling with the thought “Did that just happen?”. A follow up blow which split his eyebrow assured him that yes, this was happening.
A visit to Hogsmeade with the other students was always going to be a risk when you considered that Paris had spent the last year working there – and not all of that work had been legal. Still, a well-meaning professor had talked him into it and he hadn’t been thrilled with the idea of hanging about a gloomy castle with its pestering ghosts hovering everywhere.
It was the paralysis spell which caught him, one minute he was in the street the next he was dragged away from the main throughfares by some hooded goon. Someone was holding him up while the other got his workout today. The other spat something at him – some question or statement. It was lost whatever it was behind blood and pain.
Help was only meters away, but Paris didn’t say a word, didn’t make a sound. Inside buildings, out in the light of day, people were enjoying themselves and Paris never called out.
He couldn’t.
And the world went black.
When he woke up another student was there, looking worried, saying something about help. No, no Paris didn’t want that. That would bring attention, and questions and more pain.
With great difficulty he ignored the student’s advice and slowly dragged himself to his feet and staggered out of the alleyway. Time had passed – the sky darker than he remembered. The world swayed with his every step, and he had to hold his breath between throbbing beats of his heart. Pulling up the hood of his coat he tried to slip away among a group of other students who had not noticed him yet, just wanting to get back to his dorm to sleep it off like nothing happened.
Last Edit: Sept 20, 2024 12:48:40 GMT -5 by Paris Aurinko
