Hogwarts in Ruins

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Auron apparated in the middle of his living room, moaning and groaning because of the curse's action, yet trying to keep his complains down. It would not be good for his neighbours to realize his state, apparating at this hour would not be suspicious but someone witnessing he had arrived bad injured would be a death sentence.

Slowly and trying to hold the pain down, lying all flat on his back, his eyes moved around trying to keep in focus and find the potions kit. That wasn't a simple task as someone could guess, in his status as healer and potion maker he had plenty of 'kits' all around his place, some in hidding some at the open, and in which one would be the potions he might need was indeed a mystery. After all it was not that this curse that dwarf commander had threw at him had a specific cure. He had to made it up somehow with what he already had.

Luckily for him, this was not the first time he had witnessed the effects of the curse although it was the first time he had tested on his own skin. He had worked some experiments in the past although he had not a conclusive method to get ride of this burnt skin spreading effect.

After few seconds searching clumsilly around with the little magic he still could perform, Auron at last decided to work his magic on a particular cabinet, which not as carefully as he would have wished, moved from its orginal place, down to the floor and then slowly making its way through the floor till reach his hand. Then rather anxiously Auron inspected it, his fingers crawling through the sets of bottles, trying one potion after another, either directly into the burns or swallowing it. He knew he was no longer in mortal peril, but that did not mean it still hurt as hell.

Nellie was still screaming in anger, as she apparated. Auron had disappeared leaving her to fight on her own; after the entire commander’s attention was on her. Not to mention the damn hippogriffs. Of course she could easily deal with it. And she did, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t past boiling point with the damn healer.

She crashed into Auron’s home, scowling at the injured man. As she brushed down her dress, she let an aggravated noise. Before letting her anger with what had just happened take hold of her.

“You imbecile, you complete idiot. I wasn’t aware of what a coward you were.” Her words were screamed, she paced towards him. Ignoring his injury. She knew it was bad, but she didn’t care, she more bothered about his, running away.

Nellie had also picked up a few injuries, her left arm was covered in dry blood, and her hair looked like she had just been dragged through a bush backwards. She pointed her wand towards him, but not in a threatening way, more like when a mother screams at a child, she wags her finger.

He may be a coward but he didn’t deserve any punishment. She supposed he had helped her in some way, but him running away had left her in a difficult sitution. “You just left me, with the bloody WAF on their way and a bunch of hippogriffs. You’re lucky I wasn’t caught.” Her words were still aggressive, her tone still rather loud.

Auron dropped his head on the floor exhausted, still trying to resist the pain and let the potions do their job while regained some strenght to continue fighting the curse.

"Be quiet... do you mind?" he panted in a tired voice almost like whisper, almost as if out of breath, almost wet on sweat "I have a... reputation to cover here..." the man said as remained lying still on the floor. Her threatenings were useless, even when he felt her wand on his throat in spite of the darkness. Even if he had cared his reaction would have been the same, there wasn't much he could do to defense himself with an injury like that.

"I am not your... darn babysitter... I couln't be seen with you... there... anyway... and you know it." The man still tried while moved his hand to take a syringe and stab it on his cursed arm, pulling off a yellow sticky looking liquid from it followed by moans of pains and curses he tried not to say all aloud.

Nellie’s mouth turned upwards in a smirk as he dropped his head, pathetic. “Will you grow a pair...” Nellie mocked, chuckling. She started looking through a book that lay open a table, searching for the spell that would heal her arm. She wasn’t sure her usual healing spell would work, the cut was pretty deep. She could feel the blood drying on her skin.

Be quiet... do you mind?" Nellie span on her heels and stared down at the healer. “Don’t you dare tell me what to do!” Her voice was a lot louder than necessary. “I don’t give a shit about your reputation...Letting Ito live is wrecking mine.” She screamed the last few words, pointing a finger at herself. Before putting her wand to the injured healer, her breath coming heavily as she calmed herself, a frown setting upon her brow.

“I don’t need a babysitter.” She growled down at him. Moving her wand away as he stabbed himself with the needle, stepping back, but her eyes didn’t leave the healer; she raised an eyebrow at the disgusting goo that came from his arm. “That was some curse she hit you with...” her voice had calmed slightly. Nellie muttered a few curses under her breath, damning the witch to her grave. Hopefully she’ll be the one to put her there, doing something like that would make her the top lieutenant again.

“Maybe it’s time you gave up this stupid undercover crap... do something proper for the cause like fight! It’s not like you’re doing anything important...” She waved her arms round the makeshift surgery, “You’re helping the ones we’re trying to kill.” She cackled loudly, pulling her hands through her hair.

“Why has the dark lord let you keep this charade up for so long”

Even in his pain he could not help but chuckle at Nellie's words. She really loved to play though, did she? But he knew that even she would not dare to repeate those same words in the Dark Lord presence.

"Why I do or do not do... is not your decision" he said as rested his head back on the floor and trying to keep relaxed he waited for the healing to do its job.

"Although... why don't you ask him personally eh?" he said in a mocking voice as if daring her to do it, as if knowing or hinting that he was 100% sure she would not dare. If she would have the guts, she had asked to Daquarius himself that question... there was no way for her to hide that fact from him... and he could not help but dare her knowing the true.

"Will you grow a pair...?" he said mocking her with the very same words she used on him, his mouth twisted in a mixture of amusement and pain. "Mmmm... I guess not..." he mumbled almost grunted as tried to content the pain down.