Title: I'm OK, Trust Me!
Description: Despite what that silly song says...
Cody Hamren - September 10, 2007 05:47 AM (GMT)
OK, collective thought time! So there was Luna who was pretty badly hurt in the hospital wing. And then there was wooziness. And then there was weird guy that made his brain explode. Yeah that pretty well summed it up (To Cody at least). Oh yeah, and there was ANOTHER weird guy that was pretending to be a chick and kept on talking about a stick.
As Cody had arrived in his dad's office, he essentially collapsed on the bed, unable to keep himself awake much longer. Sleep made everything better; from procrastination to thoughts it seemed to take the edge off. For the first time since several hours before, he didn't bother thinking. He forgot his worries about night-mares and such which he had been having earlier, and just decided to think later. When he had some time to actually think about stuff rather than worrying.
Before he fell asleep he let out a final deep breath and went out of it, falling into the realm of dreams (Where nothing makes sense). All went well for an hour or so, his heart had calmed and he seemed to be normal. This left him at a good point to get worse from. It started with a bit of innocent shifting, then moved onto his facial expression changing a bit and occasionally cringing.
After that his forehead started obtaining a few beads of sweat, and the shifting increased gradually. Then his breathing sped up a bit. Most of these things separately could be shrugged off, but when combined they made it abundantly obvious that he was having some form of bad dream. This was really obvious though, and to be expected. After all, any kid worth his stuff is supposed to have bad dreams after something weird or bad happens.
Even though his eyes were closed you could still almost see them moving around, looking in directions and rolling a bit. This behavior went on for the rest of the time he was asleep, even though surely in his dream he thought several times ‘This is just a dream’ or something to the effect it didn’t really matter. Sometimes in dreams (Or nightmares in this case) you realize you’re in a nightmare, but yet it’s still as terrifying.
Garrin Hamren - September 10, 2007 06:07 AM (GMT)
Garrin knew that he wouldn't be able to sleep with ease, so he was hardly surprised at Cody's tossing and turning. He heard the boy's moving about from the sofa in the next room, which in turn pumped his worried-parent gland with more worry juice. He suddenly wished he had remembered to take a dose or two of the dreamless sleep potion with him, and even thought about slipping back down to the Infirmary to do so, but he was reluctant to leave Cody.
His wand lay on a small coffee table in front of the sofa, and proved to be a rather good mindless focal point. He stared at it for a minute or two, while the events of that day played over and over again in his mind. A rather loud turn from the bedroom finally brought Garrin to his feet. He gathered up his wand, and sighed softly as he approached his own bed where Cody now lay.
"Cody? Cody, wake up son." he said, clearing his throat for good measure. He wanted Cody to rest, but it would hardly do to have the boy's sleep haunted by what he had witnessed that night.
Cody Hamren - September 10, 2007 06:32 AM (GMT)
For the second time that night, Cody jolted up, his eyes wide open. He seemed to calm down a bit after a second and having time to realize where he was. He was very thankful he did not stay in the hospital wing at that point. He let out a short sigh as he realized his dad woke him up; which probably meant that he was doing something distracting or otherwise bad in his sleep. Great. He looked to his dad and wasn’t entirely sure what to say.
“Err… At least tell me I wasn’t talking.” He started to murmur. If he started talking in his sleep he just might bond his mouth shut with a spell, as he could just see how annoying that would be, especially if it went on when he was in the common rooms. He took a deep breath and tried to make it as in-audible as possible as his eyes darted around the room a bit, making sure he was in fact where he was and that it was not just a continuation of his dream.
He blinked his eyes a couple of times, trying to shake off some of the sleepiness temporarily, as well as trying to clear his brain some. He got this horrible feeling that he wouldn’t be able to get a very good sleep without magical help for a while, and he almost felt as if some greater being was laughing at his expense, like he was just some puppet in their twisted play. He then immediately dismissed this thought as silly, and felt as though he had felt that thought before.
Garrin Hamren - September 10, 2007 10:19 PM (GMT)
"No," Garrin replied, smiling faintly, "no talking, but I can't imagine you were having the best of dreams. I know a spell that should help you clear you mind and thusly help you sleep, but I didn't want to cast it on you while you were having a nightmare--the effects of that could be...erm, well interesting, to say the least."
A yawn escaped him, which mildly suprised him---he felt so tense and alert, he was suprised his body wanted or would even let him rest.
Cody Hamren - September 11, 2007 05:16 AM (GMT)
Cody nodded tiredly. The thought of what could happen if the spell was cast in mid-dream was vaguely interesting to him. What would happen? Would a giant random animal or object pop up in his mind and generally cause chaos in his head, or would stuff just cease to happen. Maybe like a pause button? The ideas were really endless, and he was just too tired to think of some of them so he decided to drop it. He nodded again, though began to think a new train of thought. He usually remembered his dreams, but for some reason tonight he couldn’t. He however did know that there was a feeling of fear in his head.
“Sounds good.” He muttered, as he did ever so much, he noticed his dad’s yawn and wondered if he was having trouble sleeping as well. It was understandable though, and Cody was a bit surprised at himself for being able to fall asleep so easily in the first place. Sure he normally fell asleep fairly easily, but… Does the whole ‘not normal’ rant need to be started again really?
“Though, try to get some sleep yourself.” He added, hoping his dad would in fact sleep. He needed it. Cody was somewhat pleased though that his stomach was for the most part calmer then it was when he went to sleep. Despite his constant nodding, and now muttering, his eyes were still hanging mostly closed. He highly hoped that the spell wouldn’t be messed up somehow, as knowing his luck it would be the exact opposite of the normal effects.
((After Garrin does the spell and such (Assuming nothing else happens. You can never tell.) should we have a time lapse to the morning?))
Garrin Hamren - September 12, 2007 01:25 AM (GMT)
"I'll do what I can to make that happen," Garrin replied, offering a sleepy smile. He aimed his wand between the boy's eyes, and a nonverbal spell later, he withdrew his wand and glanced at his watch. He could barely focus his eyes enough to properly tell the time, but one way or another his face stretched into another yawn.
"With any luck you'll sink into a dreamless sleep before five minutes is up," he said, rubbing his eyes. "Though my spell won't be as strong as Nurse Caryn's potion. Good night." He gave one last faint smile, then shuffled back to his sofa in the next room.
((Yep yep, sounds good))
Cody Hamren - September 12, 2007 03:47 AM (GMT)
Cody, surprise, surprise, yet again nodded tiredly. Pretty much anything could beat his almost current state of sleep. When the spell itself was cast he didn’t immediately notice much of a difference, but maybe that was the point; maybe it was one of those things that slowly started to change itself over time, well, with that it couldn’t be too slow, but it could still be… Err… Not immediate. He groggily muttered a quick “Good night”
As his father left he put his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes. He never really got the counting sheep thing, it seemed to him that it would just keep you up longer because you’d be counting, which is brain activity. He usually just thought himself to sleep, or chose a single spot somewhere to stare at before he finally got tired of it and fell to sleep. That night, however, he didn’t need either of them as yet again, as soon as his head hit the pillow he fell asleep.
His dreams weren’t as bad as they had been previously, though they weren’t exactly like fluffy bunnies or anything they weren’t murderous bunnies either. The last ones would actually be pretty creepy. Throughout the night he may have shifted a bit, but no more than normal. It was early morning by the time he woke up…
Garrin Hamren - September 12, 2007 06:00 AM (GMT)
The muffled sound of a nasally snore set the white noise for that morning in Garrin's living quarters. Said man's face was smashed into his pillow, which in turn caused his intake of oxygen to be restricted. It caught up with him after a few minutes, so he snorted himself awake.
Licking his dry mouth, he looked around sleepy-eyed, and immediately thought of Cody. With a soft groan he stumbled into his bedroom to find that Cody was already awake.
"'Morning. How're you feeling?" he asked, scratching behind his ears.
Cody Hamren - September 13, 2007 03:01 AM (GMT)
Cody shrugged a bit when he heard the question and put his hands on the back of his neck, stretching a bit. Even though one side of his brain was yelling at him to say 'miserable', but of course he ignored this. He HAD to, even if it was somewhat true, though the other thing he usually said was also pretty true at the moment to him.
"Better." He said simply, covering his mouth as he yawned a bit. He couldn’t help but wonder if the situation would be explained to him a little more now that he had been threatened, and was hence a bit of a pawn in the whole thing. What, exactly, HAD gone on? WHY did it go on even? He wouldn’t push it, but if it was decided that he could be told about it without throwing up then he wouldn’t (For the most part) complain.
He then shook his head a bit, and jumped (Not quite literally) off his dad’s bed. He had stolen it for long enough, and he was sure the Hufflepuff common room would seem at least a bit warm and welcoming to him after the events last night. If that didn’t work he was sure he could find out how to get into the kitchens and ask the house-elves not to eat him or something. Okay, even Cody admitted that sounded a bit weird.
Garrin Hamren - September 13, 2007 03:52 AM (GMT)
"Good," Garrin replied, watching warily as the boy left his bed. Part of him wanted to instruct him to lay back down, but instead he sighed and sat down, the bed frame squeaking slightly as he made contact with the mattress.
"Have a seat, kiddo. I want to have a bit of a chat with you," he said, sounding neither angry nor overly concerned.
Cody Hamren - September 13, 2007 04:20 AM (GMT)
Cody nodded slowly, not exactly sure what to feel. Good side being that he might learn what happened, bad side being that he might learn what happened. He sat next to his father, and cast a glance over the room. He finally decided that he was excited yet cautious, which was a good state to be in. Kind of. He also shot a look at his dad, checking for any signs of… Well… Anything. For some reason he got a really stupid question yet… Yet he couldn’t resist asking it. Like a moth to a flame.
“Are you going to erase my memory?” He blurted out, then immediately hid his face in his hands. He couldn’t believe he said that. His hands then moved up and through his hair a bit; trying not to laugh at himself. He then shook his head slowly at himself. Self control… Did they have a class on that? He’d need to keep a look out on that…
Garrin Hamren - September 13, 2007 04:29 AM (GMT)
A throaty snicker erupted from Garrin's nose and mouth, and his broad dimpled-grin stretched across his face, which only grew after Cody's hands flew to his face.
"Goodness no...though now that you mention it, that would save me an awful lot of trouble," he said, his tone rather amused, though his expression showed that of course, he was only joking.
"Right, well, I know you probably want to know what happened that could result in last night, and I think it'll be alright if I tell you...some of it, anyways. I'll er, start off....by answering your questions...."
Cody Hamren - September 13, 2007 04:47 AM (GMT)
Cody finally let out a small snicker at himself after trying to hold it back for a little longer then his mind allowed. He would never tell anyone, but he was secretly relieved that he wasn’t going to get his memory wiped. Maybe he had read one too many stories that involved that aspect… When he heard his dad say something about questions, he straightened up a bit. His first questioned needed to be formed a bit, because it was a bit confusing.
“Okay, first of all. Who was the kind of creepy guy that wasn’t the REALLY creepy guy? The one that wasn’t trying to kill people… Err… At least not people that are not guilty of trying to kill other people.” He blinked a few times after spitting it out. It still made no sense. He was referring to Landon, though of course he didn’t know the name.
“And I think he said something about sticks.” He added with a very small nod, it seemed like a pretty distinctive feature to him. The other guy that WAS the really creepy guy picked up said stick and tried casting spells with it, which didn’t quite work out for him; luckily for everyone else. Cody then tried thinking of any other questions he might have. That was the one he wanted to get out of the way, because it had been bugging him for no apparent reason.
Garrin Hamren - September 13, 2007 04:54 AM (GMT)
"Creepy...hmm, yeah, that's a rather accurate description for him. His name is Landon Lawliet...." Garrin replied, wondering how much more he should say about the man. Then again, how much did Garrin himself know about the man? Suddenly the bit about Landon sleeping with Luna's sister came back to him, resulting in a sort of disturbed, confused, and yet mildly amused smirk from Garrin.
"He's an Auror."
Cody Hamren - September 13, 2007 05:13 AM (GMT)
“Fair enough” He thought, though couldn’t help being slightly surprised at that. He knew he didn’t seem ‘evil’, just creepy, an auror though… Huh. ‘Interesting’. Though time for his next question… He did have a next question right? It seemed to him that whenever he was asked something he always forgot the information. This was an example of that type of thing.
“Err… How did the guy that wasn’t… Landon…” He paused, saying the other person’s name. “Get to Hogwarts? Why? Wasn’t he in Azkaban or something?” He went on, thinking about it. That was kind of a bad sign, if he was in Azkaban. The fact that he got out unsettled him a bit, and said something about the security on Azkaban. Maybe he just got extremely lucky when escaping, or maybe he caught some sort of glitch in the system.
Again with another question. Probably more about the (Now referred to as JUST) creepy guy. Even though Cody heard the name, it seemed to fly over his head considering his brain cells were, at the time of hearing the name, were on the floor with their hands in the open and trying to figure out a way out of the situation. R something maybe? He really had no clue.
Garrin Hamren - September 13, 2007 05:19 AM (GMT)
"He was in Azkaban," Garrin said patiently, though this part struck a bit of a nerve with Garrin. Some of his anger was directed at the Ministry for not properly containing Draygon before he got to Hogwarts, though he understood mistakes did sometimes happen. It also happened to be that someone's mistake resulted in his son's life being threatened.
"And to be perfectly honest, I don't know how he escaped. That whole part is still a bit fuzzy to me." He swallowed hard, as his eyes revealed a glimmer of the anger he still held onto from last night.
Cody Hamren - September 13, 2007 05:38 AM (GMT)
Cody tried to prevent his jaw from dropping when he heard that he actually did escape from Azkaban… He couldn’t believe that! NO ONE escaped from Azkaban it was like… Undoable! Everywhere he read he had heard that it was impossible to escape from, and had only been done a few times back a long time ago. If one person could get out, could more?
“He… He got out?!?” He gasped, sure he thought about it, but there was a large difference between thinking and saying “How did he manage to get to Hogwarts?!? WHY did he bother coming to Hogwarts, which is supposedly one of the safest places in the Wizarding world, or are there any other murderers wondering around?!?” He ranted on, his arms and hands animated again. Some, if not all, of the questions were rhetorical and he didn’t expect an answer.
Great. He needed to start keeping a score board for his life. Currently it would read (For the year) Destiny: One, Cody: Zero, though again with the debate whether destiny was the right word. Probably not, but still. He took a few breaths in order to try and calm himself a bit. That’s what he always did when he needed to calm down, take deep breaths and count down from ten (Or higher if needed.)
Garrin Hamren - September 13, 2007 04:59 PM (GMT)
Garrin could have kicked himself. In fact he invisioned that very thing, as he sighed heavily and shook his head. He feared he had said to much...it was always his desire for Cody to remain ignorant of such details, and for him to have a worry-free experience at Hogwarts, but still, Garrin had to admit---his son was growing up, and it would be best to inform him as much as he could. Even if it occasionally resulted in Cody vomiting.
"No...Cody, relax, son. That man was a special case...from what I can tell, he escaped from the hands of his captor---from the dementor guarding him. It's not hard to do, if you're an accomplished wizard and can produce a corporeal patronus. I'm not sure how he managed to get inside the castle, but rest assured the Headmaster will be seeing to that matter. And no, there aren't murderers just running about, at least not at Hogwarts."
He realized he left one of Cody's questions unanswered--he only hoped the boy hadn't noticed.
"But what I'd like to talk to you about is the fact that you didn't leave the Infirmary when I'd asked you to."
Cody Hamren - September 14, 2007 12:47 AM (GMT)
Cody, who had previously been slightly pink in the face, seemed to have the color drained from him. Ohh boy. This had been a bit of what he saw coming. He really should have left the Infirmary when he was asked, he knew that, but if he hadn’t been there the creepy guy would have needed someone else to threaten, so he probably would have killed someone to prove he was ‘serious’… OK, maybe he did read one too many books that had similar situations…
Then something stuck him. If dementors could be so easily driven away, then why were they being used? Shouldn’t they use something that, you know, would take more than a single spell to drive away? Sure there were limits to awesomeness and resistive-ness and all, but come on… That was a little pathetic. He didn’t know much about the spell, or how difficult it was, but still… And the thought that the Headmaster would be ‘seeing to the manner’ meant to him that they were trying to cover themselves from anything the Daily Prophet or even the Quibbler would print (Though the Quibbler didn’t even bother with the truth most of the time anyways).
He decided to shake the thought from his head as he prepared himself for what his dad was going to say. His dad very rarely, if ever, actually yelled at him (He couldn’t really remember a single time), but sometimes it just seemed like Cody would prefer the yelling, as the quieter methods sometimes made him feel guiltier or worse than yelling would. Not that he’d want his dad to go about yelling at him, but his dad’s methods tended to actually… Well… Make him think about what he had did; though that really was the point wasn’t it…
Garrin Hamren - September 14, 2007 02:24 AM (GMT)
Garrin sighed, let his gaze shift to the side, and he scratched behind his neck. It was true, he hardly ever yelled at Cody, except maybe to warn him of immediate danger, take bees, for example.
"I don't want to say that if you hadn't been there, Adams wouldn't have been able to threaten you. I know there's no point of that sort of 'if this, then this' talk. And I know you were only curious, and probably worried about what happened to Luna. But don't you think I knew what was best for you when I asked you to leave? I really do wish you didn't have to see Luna looking like that...." he trailed off, a definite look of disappointment etched into his face as he looked up at Cody.
Cody Hamren - September 14, 2007 02:43 AM (GMT)
((I really have no clue why, but that made me laugh. Possibly because I'm sadistic when it comes to bees...))
Cody nodded a bit; there really wasn’t much to disagree with. Though there was one slight thing that he couldn’t exactly describe in thought or words. Cody (And doubtlessly others) probably would have left if he was told that some loon was going to manage to enter the school… Geeze… It just occurred to him, but they probably should have sent some form of warning to them if the guy escaped. Oh well. No use dwelling on that. But Cody, figuring out a bit of his own excuse, thought that Luna was hurt. He would have probably heard about it soon enough anyways, plus that wasn’t even his main reason for going into the Infirmary.
Beyond that, he figured that (At the time at least) he was old enough to handle it (This proved to be wrong though), and he had absolutely no idea what was going to happen after the fact. Really it was one of those things that he should have seen coming. The Infirmary tended to attract trouble, mainly because that’s where people went after doing something stupid. So it made sense to cut out the middle man and bring the trouble directly to the Infirmary.
“Yeah…” He muttered, not sure of anything else to say. Sure he had thoughts about what to say, but he wasn’t going to say that. He kept his eyes fairly low, and made a mental note to always listen to his dad when he said things. Or at least things that involved getting away from places; though what’d happen if he went away after being told to go away and ended up getting hurt? Really there was no fail-safe solution.
Garrin Hamren - September 14, 2007 02:55 AM (GMT)
Garrin sighed again, trying to decide whether or not there should be any consequences for Cody's noncompliance. He didn't like handing out negative reinforcement aside from a lecture, and there was the obvious fact that Cody had quite suffered enough. It would be quite out of Garrin's character to give him a detention or say that he was grounded or something of the sort. He was just so happy that Cody was alright, he wanted to make sure the boy never encountered anything like that again. Then something else occured to him.
"Why did you come to the Infirmary anyways?" he asked, a puzzled frown forming on his face.
Cody Hamren - September 14, 2007 03:15 AM (GMT)
Cody blinked a bit at his dad's question. It was a tiny change in topic, though not exactly. Cody had been fairly oblivious to the fact that he seemed to 'lose a few hours' so to say, as he had no recollection of his 'fight' (Had he remembered it he would NOT have called it a fight. More of an... Injustice to humanity.), a possible side effect of being hit in the head. He knew his head hurt, and that was what he was going to tell his dad.
“Oh. My head had been hurting.” He said in a somewhat nonchalant manner. Sure he usually didn’t have random pains, but he had fallen out of a tree, been hit with books, stung by bees (Though he didn’t exactly remember when or why, he did remember it happening), among several other things; there was no doubt he managed to hit his head on something and not notice it at the time; stranger things had happened. “I wanted to make sure nothing too bad was wrong with it.”
At that point he began to realize that he had fallen asleep in his robes, and as such was still wearing them. Oh well. At least he wouldn’t have to run down to the Hufflepuff common rooms to get dressed. Along with this realization it also dawned on him that he left his book-bag in the Infirmary. He was sure no one would take it, though it would involve going back into the Infirmary to grab it. Maybe he’d just ask one of his friends nicely to go grab it for them, and offer to… Err… Do something for them when they needed it. Though it didn’t really matter right now to tell the truth.
Garrin Hamren - September 14, 2007 03:37 AM (GMT)
"Does it hurt still now?" he asked, not wanting to sound overly concerned, though his frown would say otherwise.
"Erm, I mean, I suppose it would, wouldn't it? ...Given everything your body's went through last night." He tried a smile, then let his eyes find their way to the clock.
"Does breakfast sound good to you?" he asked with a certain hesitance, unsure if the boy's gut was still a battleground of unhappy stomach acid.
Cody Hamren - September 15, 2007 06:39 PM (GMT)
Cody thought for a second about the questions, both of them. He rolled his head a bit, and felt the back of it with his right hand. It still ached a bit, but if felt OK (Or better at least) for the most part. At that moment he decided that he probably hit his head on his bed in the Hufflepuff common rooms one way or another; he was just that clumsy.
“It’s fine. It wasn’t that huge of a problem to begin with…” He said, he didn’t want to return to the Infirmary for a looonnnng time. Plus it was true, it wasn’t that bad. He just needed a ‘check-up’ so to speak, because knowing him it was a concussion or something (This was, of course, a joke.). As for breakfast, he knew he was hungry. He did not know whether his stomach could handle much in the way of food at the time. He decided that he probably could as long as he stayed away from anything to acidic.
“Sounds good.” He said in his ‘simple’ fashion, blinking a few times as well as rubbing his eyes. The next few days would be interesting to him; though he was just glad that he didn’t have Luna as one of his teachers, because if he did he really had no idea what he’d do.
Garrin Hamren - September 15, 2007 10:26 PM (GMT)
"It's a bit early yet, but there's bound to be at least toast," Garrin commented, glancing at the clock.
"Which might be all your stomach can handle, maybe?" He smiled encouragingly, then grunted softly as he got to his feet. His head was swimming--a residual headache from the night before, but soon all would be well with a cup of coffee in his hands.
"I'll see you there---just going to wash up a bit first."