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Post by Esmeralda Echo on Dec 16, 2007 18:01:02 GMT -5
Ever since her first meeting with Gabrielle Ivy Esme had been avoiding him like the plague always arriveing a tad late for dinner so she could sit as far away from him as possible, never walking in the corridor he taught or lived in always taking the long way round. It was exactly that avoiding that brought her to a infamous flight of stairs, her head in the clouds and her clumsyness ripe she didn't at all notice the trick step until it was far to late and she found herself a heap at the foot of the steps with a loud gasp an a small cry. Her eccentric purple robes bunched around her, long hair falling messily out of her bun as her thin ankle throbbed in absolute agony.
Her eyes stinging, her stomoch churning from the pain she remained very still dearly hopeing it was just a little sore and the pain would soon subside so she could move before any students or worse found her.
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Post by Gabrielle Ivy on Dec 16, 2007 18:11:33 GMT -5
Gabrielle had been walking through the fifth floor, having been 'awarded' the duty of hall patrol that evening. His mind was somewhere else entirely when he heard Esmeralda's cry as she tumbled down the stairs. His instincts kicked in, and he hurried to the stairway from which the noise had erupted. "Esme!" he gasped, rather shocked to see the professor in heap on the floor. Quickly, he was down the flight of stairs, easily avoiding the step that had brought her to the floor, and knelt by her side. "Are you hurt?"
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Post by Esmeralda Echo on Dec 16, 2007 18:17:34 GMT -5
Esme starred in absolute dismay as the man she least wanted to see came to her aid. Sods law, only she would fall down the stairs when Gabreille Ivy was on duty.
"I'm fine!" She told him simply not once looking up at the strange charms professor who was by far the oddest person she had ever met, rude, ignorant, arrogant thinking he could take anything includeing her. She attempted to stand it to support her words ever the stubborn. A cry escped her despite how she bit her lip in a attempt to stop it her ankle exploading with pain in every attempt to made to move it and her head far to stubborn to show this man that there was something wrong.
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Post by Gabrielle Ivy on Dec 16, 2007 18:42:53 GMT -5
Gabe narrowed his eyes at her before moving down her body slightly. "Is it your ankle?" he asked as he moved to her feet, making sure he was just out of a kick he was most certain he would receive. He huffed impatiently when she did not respond. "Esme, swallow your pride for a moment so I can see how badly you're injured. It may be more serious than you think."
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Post by Esmeralda Echo on Dec 17, 2007 11:29:35 GMT -5
Esme gave a loud sigh indeed seeing the logic in his words but not wanting this vile man anywhere near her.
"Yes it's my ankle," She begrudgeingly admitted. "But it's fine really, probably just twisted." She quickly followed grabbing the end of the stairs and attempting once again to pull herself up so she had an excuse to get away from this man.
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Post by Gabrielle Ivy on Dec 17, 2007 19:26:39 GMT -5
"Would you please stop moving around?" he asked, a slight edge to his voice. Gabe stood faster than Esme could and helped her hobble to the stairs were he promptly, and gently, had her sit. "You're going to hurt yourself worse than it already is." Gingerly, he slid her shoe off he foot, grimacing at what it revealed. Her ankle had, indeed, been twisted, but it looked more like a fracture by the bruising and swelling. "You're not walking on this until it's mended properly." he muttered, moving so he was almost hunched over her.
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Post by Esmeralda Echo on Dec 17, 2007 19:44:42 GMT -5
Esme lent back away from him as he came in close proximity with her leaning down so she could feel his breath against her. He was unpleasent and compelling all at the same time with his strange acts of kindness between his rudeness. Anyone would think there were two of him.
"I can manage, Poppy will have me fixed up." She sighed knowing full well that she wouldn't go see the nurse who would keep her bed ridden for a week for a paper cut.
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Post by Gabrielle Ivy on Dec 17, 2007 19:51:58 GMT -5
Gabe chuckled. "Do you honestly want her fussing over you and your clumsiness's for months on end?" he asked, his eyes flashing and his smile broadening. "You and I both know that's exactly what she'd do, and I would be covering your classes while you were kept in the Hospital Wing." His smile turned into a smirk rather befitting of his face.
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Post by Esmeralda Echo on Dec 17, 2007 19:56:23 GMT -5
Esme had always been far to honest for her own good and soon gave in Gabe's words being the utter truth.
"Just give me a moment,and i'll get back to my rooms, take some asprin and heal it myself." She whispered looking away from him obviously thinking he was taunting her with his false niceness - playing more games.
"You can get back to your rounds if you want ill be fine."
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Post by Gabrielle Ivy on Dec 17, 2007 20:01:11 GMT -5
Rielle sighed and shook his head, quite sure she was set in her ways. Without giving her a moment to protest, Gabe had scooped Esme up in his arms and was walking slowly up the steps, the added weight making him be slightly more patient with the stone staircase than usual. "If I were to do that," he began, glancing over her small frame to watch his feet so he wouldn't fall and make the situation worse. "I would have a very angry medi-witch on my hands, because, for one, you wouldn't make three steps without breaking that," He nodded his head toward her feet. "And two, Poppy always finds out."
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Post by Esmeralda Echo on Dec 17, 2007 20:08:39 GMT -5
Esme gave a shocked gasp as she was suddenly lifted from the safe floor into the air his arms around her, scent surronding her. He had a ery particular scent that reminded her of something she couldn't quite remember and smelt of something she knew she should be able to place. She had to admit she would not have been able to make it back with the state of her ankle but she wasn't about to tell him that.
"You know your incredibly rude!" She began snippily. "You can't just go around treating people like you do, like your playing games it's just rude." Ever the vocal and blunt she told him straight to the point not looking up at him as she starred down at her swollen ankle.
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Post by Gabrielle Ivy on Dec 17, 2007 20:26:51 GMT -5
"I could say the same for you," he stated, making sure he stepped over the stair that had landed poor Esme at the bottom of the flight. "But the right words elude me. Besides, it's not kind to toy with the injured." He winked as his sly smile formed on his pale pink lips, his grip tightening ever so slightly as they reached level ground. "This way?" he asked, gesturing toward the hallway he was utterly sure her rooms were down, but still wanted to be gentlemanly. His thought process confused him beyond belief, but he decided to wait to decipher his mind for when he was alone.
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Post by Esmeralda Echo on Dec 17, 2007 20:34:06 GMT -5
Esme nodded to his question pondering over his words.
"Im not rude." She retorted knowing full well that some might think she was for her brash tongue. "And even if I am, i'm not as rude as you." She spoke matter of factly a slight childishness to her voice as she said it.
"It doesn't take much to be nice to people Gabrielle.." She whispered his name very quietly as if pondering the way it fell from her lips.
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Post by Gabrielle Ivy on Dec 17, 2007 20:48:52 GMT -5
The laugh that escaped his lips was like golden honey. "Oh, that I'm aware of." he said, memories of just how Esmeralda made him feel flashing through his mind. "You're only a little rude, if it makes you feel better." He smiled down at her before coming to a halt in front of her painting. "Erm ... Password?" he asked, the question directed to Esme.
"If you have to ask," the pale face in the portrait said, as if stating something very obvious. "I most certainly won't be letting you in." The smile on his face was that of triumph, much like a child would wear after winning a card game.
Gabe scrunched his eyebrows together in thought before smiling his own smile. "Well, Sir Marcus of Volterra," he began, shifting his arms ever so slightly so they would not go numb. "I'm terribly sorry if I've offended you. After all, you are one of the oldest paintings in the castle, and now have quite the honour of guarding Miss Echo's rooms."
Marcus' face lit up, his false eyes sparkling as much as a painting's could, the smile on his face almost impossible. "Oh, not to worry!" he said, obviously flattered by the man's words. "You are more than welcome to pass; anytime!" The portrait swung open with a slight creek, and Gabe squeezed through with Esme, a soft chuckle ringing from his lips.
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Post by Esmeralda Echo on Dec 18, 2007 3:26:15 GMT -5
To say the least Esme was rather shocked when Gabrielle wormed his way past what was supposed to be a defense to her room - she would obviously have to place charms up. Her cheeks blushed furiously red as she surveyed his rooms having forgotten what a state she had left them in this morning. Books and papers were strewn all over the floor a canvas set out near the huge windows over looking the front of Hogwarts grounds where she had began to sketch the scene outside her window. Just from the crack in the door you could see her office covered in strewn clothes. She had never been a tidy woman but she usually made things presentable before anyone saw the embaressing mess.
"Thank you." She whispered her cheeks incredibly hot as she waited for him to set her down.
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