The Hog's Head

She arched a eyebrow at the name of her favorite curse "Really??? Thats quite an achievement." she waved the bartender over "Another firewiskey dear... make it 2."
Looking back at the man she thought for a moment "Do you have a name by any chance?"

"Yeah, I was wondering that my self." Christof asked, eyeing him darkly, suddenly becoming sireous and seeming more sober, he glanced as Chriss. "Not that I trust you much either, but at least I can see your face." he added, sound just a touch paranoid, even in his inebriated state he didn't by the story, but let it go. "join the club mate, got hit full blast by dolohoves curse less then a week ago." He said, taking off his jacket and looking down at his blood stained shirt where his stiches were badly bleeding. "Hum... I'm bleeding." He states dully.

She smirked at him "Oh please what could lil ol' me possibly do?" she giggled and looked at his wound "I could get that for you with a spell if you want." she offered off-handedly.

"Wont work, the curse prevents spells form healing it." He stated, sawing slightly not looking too good. "Stitches work well if you don't over strain yourself... strain..." he was really startign to feel light headed, he shouldn't have engored it when he saw he was bleeding before he left.

"Well Victor more for me then." she said with a cheeky smile before downing one of the glasses. "I think your Friends going to fall off of his chair soon..." she said gazing at Vinzenz.
"You know a lot about Dark Magic?" she questioned her ears perking up slightly.

"Yeah, Death Eaters attacked Hogwarts... and so I've discovered... i'm not very good with muggle things." Christof admitted, he had discovered a few things after his parents died, but he was raised as a Pureblood, so anything muggle related was limited.

Chris sighed and shook her head. "Don't you have anyone you can ask to do it for you?" one of her eyebrows rose "Even I know how to stitch..." she sighed and sipped the second glass.

(chris are you talking to me or Vinzenz in the last statement.)

"You need to stop Apparating, or floo for that matter and take the Knight bus for now. I think at least a week for the stitches to work" he said knowing a lot about muggle medicine.

[its more like a off hand statement... not towards anyone in particular.]

"You should listen to Victor... he knows what he is talking about." she said looking idly accross the pub.

"I can stitch, I'm not that incompitant." He said indignantly. "I just didn't know why they quit working." He said, huffing and gripping the bar to stedy himself. "muggle medican takes a long time... a week?" he asked tiredly. "I can't stitch them right now." He said, holding up a hand that was shaking badly. "I doubt I could even cast a spell to stitch it." He said, slightly glad the bar wasn't more full at the moment.

"You never know." she said smugly. "and i wouldnt try stitching now..." she looked at her own hands "and Im not getting my hands dirty in a pub...." she muttered.

(I think luke died. -_-)


Christof sighs and holds his wounds trying to stop the bleeding. "Don't worry about it. i'll just sit here and bleed to death, no worries." He says in a tone that sounded a little too sireous to be joking.

[jup same here]
Chris's brow twitched before conjuring a needle and thread. "Fine... now stop being a baby." she said rather annoyed. "I just hate seeing people suffer...." not she thought but didnt voice her true oppinion out loud. She knew that Vinzenz knew.

"I'm not suffering. I'm loving every minute of it." He chuckles. "I'm drunk, light headed, it almost feels like being high I think... what ever that means." He said confusing himself, loosing his train of thought. "Oh, needle and thread, going to stitch me up?" He asks, wondering why she was doing this, but he coudn't think striat.

[lukes gone.. no more hidden users xD]

She sighed shaking her head "I like you more as a tight ass." she muttered so only Vinzenz could hear. "You talk... a lot when you're drunk... now lemme stitch you up before i change my mind and let you bleed out." she huffed looking at the professor.

"Okay..." He said almost like a kid that got scolded, hearing her comment made him want to snicker, but he managed to keep that to himself, he might be loopy right now, but he was awere enough to not say anythign that would make him look saspious and this was how people who were right asses acted when drunk, though he did admit he was rather chatty at the moment, that wasn't on perpous, his moth kept moving all on it's own.

Excusing herself from Victor explaining she felt compelled to help a person in need she pulled Vinzenz into a back room of the hogshead making sure it was sound proof before letting out a rather aggravated sigh.
"Well then... where's the most damage?" she asked hands on her hips.

Chistof get's dragged in suprise not having a chance to protest. He lifts up his shirt when she asks showing a least twenty fairly deep cuts across his chest and sides. At least half of them were bleeding. "Huh.... everywhere?"

"Joy! You could pose as a used cutting board." she said rather sarcastically. She sighed and motioned for him to sit or lye down somewhere.
"This will hurt... a lot..." she told him, nearly feeling a bit bad. "Need more booze?"

He lays down on the floor and shakes his head. "I'm good. I was sober when I stitched myself up yesterday." He said, poking one of the loose stiches, chuckling. "A cutting board..." His reaction a lot slow to her comment.

"What am I thinking?..." she asked herself under her breath before she started stitching up the Professor. Half way through she took a small break checking on the poor drunk guy... "You better promise me you'll have a stick up you butt again the next time I see you" she said quietly looking at his drunk state, before concentrating on the task at hand.

He waved off handedly, dozing off. "yeah... sure." He said tiredly, he wasn't sure what she was talign about but agrteed anyway, forgeting the conversation seconds later, even though the promise would be kept weather he remembered or not.