The Kitchen

"Maybe..." He said, not to sure himself as he sat down in one of the chairs, blood began dripping on the floor a little bit.


(Ah worst part of the story was. I was alone, and had to get to my car which all the doors were open, then shut most of them, back my car out of where I had it parked, drive up against the brush to shut the door I couldn't reach, drive until i found my sister down the road. then wait for my parents to come get be because my sister and her husband didn't know what to do, so it was two hours before I even made it to the doctors. Not to mention witht he torn tendens my ankle was dislocated. Even after all this time my leg is still broken, it takes a while when you hurt your ankle too because the bones don't stay in place even in a cast.)

He stood up, barely even wincing as his ankle rolled under him for a moment. He set the vial down, eyes wider than saucers. "You're bleeding! Should I go get someone?"

( Dude...I don't even...understand how you could handle that. The worst I've ever gotten was stitches in my mouth, that's terrible."

"Yo professor, mind if I come with? Just for a while?" He asked, squeezing Blaires and slightly

He slowly looks up at them. "Yeah, I don't care, just don't tell Tsuki about this. I think I ripped a stitch." He said in a daze, slightly pale. "Or maybe two...." He added as an after thought.


(It was, but I survived. XD nothing a little morphine wont fix.)

"Cme on, lets get you back" He said, moving to dissaparate with them

"I won't tell- just - at least let me look at it!" He exclaimed, wanting to see the damage, worry clear on his face. He had barely noticed the two behind him, still caught up in seeing the teacher like this.

( Morphine solves everything c: )

(ditto.)


christof shakes his head transfiguring one of Eirina's knives into a needle and one into some thread. Slightly shaking from blood loos he lifted the bottom of his shurt to where it was bleeding, cleanign it some with his shirt before stitching it up. "I'll be fine. Not going to die from a little blood loss." He said to calm them down, adding mentally I hope, e didn't know fi he was bleeding internally, but he would chance it, it wasn't worth going back to st. mongos for.

He continued to stare at the teacher with a deep frown, before stepping back away from him and dropping heavily onto the chair, thin legs hanging off the side. "...If you insist." He murmured quietly, continuing to watch him with unmasked concern.

"Can we go now? I cant stand being around this filth" He said, motioning to Vanity

Vanity turned heatedly to Earl. "Can you shut your mouth for three fucking seconds? Seriously - Oh look, someone's bleeding - I can either help, or make myself feel better about my already low-self esteem by insulting others. Ah, I think the second option is the best! FUCK, I hate people, sometimes."

"When I said I don't punch girls, you, you ugly little nematode, you're an exception...If I could even call you a girl." He rolled his eyes and popped the cork out of the vial, sniffing it, then taking a swig.

"Just a moment, I don't want Tsuki to see this." christof said tying one of the stiches off the best he could before walking over to the sink and washing his hands and rinsing off some for the blood before starting no the next stitch. "Join the club." Christof snorts at Vanity's comment about hatign people some times before he could stop himself and sighed, they were takign the bickering a bit far, but he couldn't believe he just sided with some random Hufflepuff, maybe the blood drain from his brain first....

"You are lucky the professor is here you little shit" He said angrily

"Blaire, 'less you want a face full of boils, you best set that stick down." He wiped his lips and set down the vial.

His gaze slid over to Earl, annoyed. "And you're lucky I don't waste good spells on idiots such as yourselves - Don't you two have some place better be. Go snog your little brains out."

"Id like to see you even try to duel me." He said, not even bothring to stop Blaire

Christof frowned stepping inbetween them. "Enough." He said in a dangerously sireous tone. "You're all acting imature. Earl I expected a little more from you then this, as for Vanity I didn't expect much from him, but this is redicculous (sp)." He said, tired, light headed and still bleeding.... he returned to stiching, cursing Tyler to the lowest pits in hell. (Not really he's just mentally complaining. XD)

Earl just glared at Vanity

Vanity peeked around Konrad, sticking his tongue out childishly, in the direction of Earl.

Earl shook his head
"Whats with those shiny gay pants anyways?" He asked,sniggering slightly