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So one day he found her crying Coiled up on the dirty ground Her prince finally came to save her And the rest you can figure out But it was a trick And the clock struck 12
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Abriella glanced around her room one final time before taking a deep breath and grabbing her bag from her bed. She knew she had everything she would need for her meeting with Charlie but something in the back of her mind kept nagging her that something was missing. Biting the inside of her cheek dull blue eyes found Cosette's bed for the thousandth time that day. The taste of copper filled her mouth as she tore her eyes from the empty space. Her cousin wasn't coming back and no matter how many plans she came up with the girl would never agree to any of them. The image of her cousins face flashed through her mind and she shivered as she remembered the rasp in the girls voice that came from the pain of a wound that would never go away.
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Pressing her hands to her face she was surprised to find that she was crying again. She had never cried so much in her entire life, but something about that fate full Halloween night changed everything. Rubbing her face hard as if she could scrub away the evidence of her weakness, Ella glanced in the mirror. She had never looked so horrible in her life. Her long blond locks hung lifelessly on her frail shoulders, her once sparkling blue eyes were now dull and gray. The tone of her skin was red from the rubbing she had done on her face though it was the only color that graced her pale skin.
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Spotting a splash of color hanging over the mirror dull eyes snapped to it and she reached out and snatched the red silk scarf. Cosette had bought that scarf for her when she had spent the summer in Italy. Feeling the water like material in her hands she squeezed her eyes shut as she remembered receiving the gift. 'Oh cousin you will simply die when you see what I have found for you, its elven made, one of a kind. Isn't it fabulous? I saw it and knew that you had to have it... ' And just as quickly the memory faded and Ella was back in her room, feeling more alone than she had ever felt before.
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Gritting her teeth she ripped the scarf in half, relishing in the sound of the threads fighting to stay together. With half in each hand she nodded to herself, she had her protean charm. Stuffing the fabric into her bag she quickly cast a few charms to conceal any sadness that remained, Satisfied that she didn't look like she had been crying Ella quickly made her way out of the room and up toward the room of requirement.
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Turning the corner as she finally made it to the seventh floor, Ella quickly glanced around before rushing over to the portrait of the dancing trolls and taking a deep breath she began to pace back and forth focusing her thoughts. "I need a room where Charlie and I can meet safely without any one finding out. It must be clean and there should be a place to lay down comfortably. Also it should be warm and unplottable." Abriella mentally check off the list of things that she had come up with when they had first decided that they would use the mysterious wound for what Charlie thought of as Ella playing nurse.
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Rolling her eyes at herself she smirked proudly as a large black oak door materialized before her. Giving herself a nod she quickly opened the heavy door before glancing around perking her brow at the room she had created. The room was dark, that much was certain, though not dark in a way that there wasn't enough light, no there were more than enough sconces on the wall to provide light for their purposes but the overall colors in the room seemed dark and foreboding.
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Black silk covered the walls, though the bottom of the draperies were ratted and seemed to have a few to many run in's with Doxies as in random spaces the cool stone of the walls peeked through. There was a large gray chase lounge that would be more than large enough for three people to sleep in it comfortably near an enormous marble fireplace that upon closer inspection seemed to be crumbling right before her eyes. Other than that the room was sparsely decorated but in her mind she knew that it was more than good enough for what she needed the room to be.
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Setting her bag down on an old oak table she pulled out parchment and a quill and quickly wrote a note to Chaz telling him where to meet her and how to get in. Pulling out her wand she cast a quick charm on each half of her scarf and tied it around the parchment. Summoning her owl she walked over to a window and quickly tied the note to the animals leg. Sending it off Ella walked back over to the chase and laid down, her hair spilling out behind her like a blond halo as she pressed her hands to her face, fighting to keep herself focused.
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It was odd to see time fly over the past month. Normally, as the saying goes, one would need to have fun for it to pass so quickly…and yet, Chaz seemed to have found it could do the same even when danger, pain, and worry littered the corridors and streets. The stress and uncertainty that appeared to accumulate around the other students had been mainly created by rumors and the sight of the Dark Mark. They had no idea what was coming their way, or how, even now when Hogwarts had been infiltrated by none other than the Darkling’s right hand. The only person who was aware of these plans and could have answered any questions or suspicions that were written on the headlines could not speak a word of it.

This poor conclusion was bad enough for any Ravenclaw, especially Charlie. His house was mainly known for truth seeking and brilliance, normally more than ready to blurt out an answer in any class they were in. Even for the Weasley, it took far too much restraint to not give into the need to tell anyone who would believe it. The only reasons he hadn’t was for the scars that littered his body, the feeling that he felt surrounded by loyalists, and most of all, the fact he could seem insane to those who weren’t. After all, Hogwarts was the safest place to be! It’s not like Voldemort was back, right?

However, he really couldn’t blame anyone else for the trouble he was in. It had been his fault from the beginning and now his over confidence had once again bitten him in the butt. Then strangely, from out of the blue, the one person who wanted to help him out was none other than the torture master’s daughter, the Beaumont Banshee herself. Chaz couldn’t help but be suspicious when she first offered; having a feeling it was some trick up her sleeve. But then, after a few moment of suggestive persuading, he finally gave in. If only her father used her at the Manor, he might have had an easier time extracting information. As stubborn as the Weasley could be, even he couldn’t completely resist the veela charm.

Now it had been over a week since that meeting and she had yet to fulfill her side of the bargain. Part of him was glad because he knew she would only bring trouble, but the other half felt betrayed and in pain. How could she just make a deal to heal his wounds and then disappear without a trace? Had Ariel found out already or had she just been playing him?

Standing on the top of the Astronomy tower, the wind blowing through his already tousled hair, Chaz had been thinking on his present dilemma and her strange absence. The air was brutally cold, since it was in the middle of November, but he only wore his class robes to keep him warm as he stared toward the horizon.

A few more minutes passed, but then a shrill screeched pierced the sky as an owl landed beside him. Blinking, looking somewhat annoyed, he glanced down at the odd thing with a severed scarf and a note tied around its leg. Unfastening the parcels, he quickly read the note and, within a flash of a second, made his way to the Room of Requirement.

As fast as he was running, it barely took any time before he stood before the room and began to pace. By his 3rd pass, large doors appeared before him and he took no time in letting himself in. The only thing that caused him to pause was what he saw when he finally got inside. If the door hadn’t disappeared as soon as he walked in, Chaz would have likely tried to escape. The secret room seemed far too dark a place to cure his scars. Everything about it seemed to make his skin crawl as he glanced around. Frayed and dark tapestries cover the walls and crumbling fireplace sagged on the far end of the large, empty room. The fire that was in it barely shown any light or heat at all and the damp air seemed to reek of despair.

It took a few moments of adjusting to the light before he could see Ella’s lithe frame lying on the couch. Not sure exactly what to say, or much less expect, he walked toward her with a grim, slightly angry expression, “Where, by Merlin’s knickers, have you bloody been?” As he got closer, his intense eyes watched her intently, before he continued in his rant, dripping with sarcasm, “Such a good warden you are. I could have snitched on everything while you were gone. I mean it’s kind of hard to keep quiet with all these “paper cuts”.”

His reaction might have seemed a bit abrasive considering she in fact was his Warden, but since she had laid on the veela charm so thickly the day they were at the lake, Chaz couldn’t help but miss her presence. Then add the pain of his injuries and the desire to heal them and one had a seriously pissed off ravenclaw…

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The seconds dragged on as Ella tried to think of anything but her cousin. Her hate and sadness was all consuming, and she knew that it wouldn't be long before her walls came crumbling down, the room she was in mimicking her mind in ways that were far to close for comfort. Letting her hands fall to her sides she stared up blankly at the billowing expanse of cloth that covered the ceiling. In a way it was almost comforting to see the cold stones in the ceiling covered by silk, as if some how the room was telling her that she wasn't completely broken. Then again the room could have covered the ceiling in an effort to tell her that her despair had no roof and that her world would just fade into blackness, but Ella decided that the former was what she would believe.
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Loosening the tie around her neck Ella furrowed her brow, glancing down at herself for a moment. Blinking in astonishment, Ella ran her fingers down the wrinkled expanse of her normally starched white top, noting disgustedly that a few buttons seemed to be missing from the bottom of her shirt leaving her usually pristine appearance nearly as tattered as the room. Letting out a huff she let her head fall back down, ignoring the fact that a few of her own scars were very much visible. Kicking her ebony slingbacks off of her tiny feet she allowed herself to enjoy the sound of the expensive shoes clattering to the ground in a way that she would have never allowed before.
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Dull eyes snapped to the door as the oak screamed its distaste at being moved. A slightly amused expression fell upon Ella's ivory features and she pushed herself up into a sitting position as the ravenclaw stomped his way over to her. Gazing up at him Ella felt a slight spark of interest ignite in the back of her mind and everything in her clung to that tiny spark for everything it was worth. For a moment her eyes lit up before falling back to a muted gray as his questions resonated in her mind. No she would not think about her, not now. Biting the inside of her cheek she let out a sigh and pushed herself up to a standing position using every ounce of control that she had to keep her movements lithe and graceful. Planting a smirk on her lips she tilted her head to the side in slight amusement.
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"Now who said I was anywhere near Merlin's Knickers? I am quite content with my own thank you very much."
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Abriella said with a snicker conveniently ignoring the question about where she had been. she knew that her absence had been suspicious enough and she wouldn't give the fox any more power over her own mind. Resting the tip of her fingers just inside the crook of his elbow she pulled at his arm, leading him too the lounge that she had just been sitting at and sat down motioning for him to follow her lead before she released him and sat down herself. Leaning over him she grabbed her bag and pulled it into her lap, the sound of bottles clinking against each other soothing to the blond in a way that only potions could affect her. Patting the bag in her lap she grinned at Chaz, though the grin did not reach her still dull gray eyes.
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As she began to sit up, he could already tell something was not right. Even though he had only recently acquainted himself with Abriella, her reputation of being a high fashion perfectionist was too well known to forget and, right now, she was about as far from it as one could get. Her shirt looked as if it had spent a good part of the day wrinkled somewhere under her bed after Cosette’s cats bit off a few buttons. The rest of her uniform also looked disheveled in one way or another and she was even bare foot. Normally he wasn’t the one to judge on these things, certainly not being the dressiest person himself, but seeing her this way brought both a confused and disgusted look on his face.

When she look up at him, for a brief moment he could see a mild excitement flash through her eyes, but it soon passed and her face returned to that solemn, preoccupied appearance that made him wonder if he should try to escape before he became a test rat again. If it wasn’t for the fact the woman before him was Ella, he likely would have. However, the young Beaumont had a certain pull on him that he couldn’t refuse. He wanted to leave, but the longer he watched her, the bore his body refused to obey.

She then got up, and a brow rose uncertainly as he watched her approach, instinctively taking a small step back. Strangely enough a smirk crossed her face as she responded to his previous exclamation. Even though he knew her smile was fake, he couldn’t help but chuckle as she asked who said she was anywhere near Merlin’s knickers. Looking a bit sheepish, but smirking as well, he looked back at her as retorted, “Well, isn’t that where most French girls like to be? In someone’s pants?”

Then without notice, he could feel her soft fingers reach neatly around his arm as she continued to throw aside his irritated statements as if he were a whiny child. In her reference to suicide, his brows narrowed as he replied matter of factly, “Your right, I care far too much for myself to even try..Besides, if I wanted death, I’m sure Daddy Ariel would rather have the chance.”

But before he could add that she had skipped the major question, Abriella had pulled him to the couch and began discussing what she planned to do as she slowly reached for her bag, as if purposely to torment him as she lightly grazed his body. What was amusing was how he appeared to rarely blink as his eyes watched her every move. It wasn’t until she started talking again that he caught himself doing this, causing him to briefly look away before he responded smartly, “Well don’t enjoy yourself too much..I’d like to be in one piece when you’re done..” Another brow rose as if to emphasize his words, hoping his response concealed his brief embarrassment for watching her.

Sighing and slightly wincing as the scars rubbed against his shirt, he added, “So what is your next move…Nurse Beaumont?”

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Biting her lip Ella forced herself to ignore the disgusted look on Charlies face. It was the first time she had ever seen a look like that focused on her and the worst part of all was that she knew she deserved it. She had grown lazy in mourning and she didn't want to be reminded of that. At least she was showered, clean and wearing perfume, she hadn't let herself go enough to smell bad thankfully. Forcing a snicker at his words about French girls in peoples pants Ella rolled her eyes. Though her eyes snapped back to his at his comment on her fathers name. Pressing her fingers to her lips she covered a true laugh, the first she had had in quite a long time.
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She said her tone mirthful as thoughts passed through her eyes as she imagined the complete and total shock her father would feel, if someone dared to call him such a name to his face. Noting the look of embarrassment cross his face Ella furrowed her brows, confused as to what could have him looking so shy. Biting her lip Ella leaned forward and slid her fingertips under the edges of his coat. Perking a brow in surprise at how tense the corded muscles of his shoulders felt beneath her fingertips. Taking care to avoid the wounds she knew were there, she pushed his jacket back and off his shoulders Staring him directly in the eye as she removed the coat from his arms.
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She said pulling his coat free of his limbs and placing it on the back of the lounge. Pulling out her wand she summoned the table closer and started setting out the bottles and supplies that she would need. When she was finished she turned back to him and gave him a bright smirk, the look in her eyes was playful as some of her old sparkle showed up in her mostly gray eyes.
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Even if he didn't know Abriella enough to decipher her every thought, Chaz was still a quick learner. Being a Ravenclaw did have its rewards every now and then. One thing he was good at was deciding whether particular reactions were genuine or not. So far since he entered the room, most of Ella's features and reaction had a sense of fraud in them. They were forced as if she was just trying to hide her true feelings behind a mask. A real smirk or smile made ones eyes crinkle as well, and, until she covered her mouth and laughed, her snickers and smiles were fakes. However, he was glad that in the end he did manage to cheer her up. Why he would care about her feelings, the Weasley didn't know, and to be frank, he really was in no mood to find out.

Idly touching one of his wounds, he said quietly as if thinking, "I'm pretty sure he already knows.."

Just as he was finishing, he felt her lean on him again causing his brown eyes to watch her suspiciously. In and effort to separate himself in a way, he started to lean back on the couch, just as he felt her cold fingertips slide through his jacket and rest on his chest. Aside from not being accustomed to such attention, her touch was far to close to his scars for comfort. Her hand didn't touch them, but just the idea of her doing so made him wince anyways as his muscles tensed in response.

He then felt her start to pull off his jacket and already could tell what she wanted before she started to speak in coaxing words to relax and strip. Now it wasn't that he was body conscious, but the shock he felt hearing those to words in the same few sentences was enough to make his tension worse. Taking a deep breath as he tried to sit up again, he watched her get out the proper equiptment.

Chaz was aware, one way or another he would have to make himself vulnerable again if he wanted to be healed. It was another sacrifice he would need to make.

Givong her a look as if to say "don't betray me", the 16 year old slowly got up, giving her an irritated look as he unbuttoned his vest and shirt and slowly tossing them aside, "At least you didn't rip it off like someone I know."

Now that his chest was bare, he could feel the cold damp air in the room caress his skin. Biting his own lip and somewhat grunting in pain, he sat back down on the lounge, leaning against one of the edges, "I guess you want to save my pants for later, hm?" He gave another sigh, preparing for what was to come, he added, "Well I guess it's time for round two...bring it on.."

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Abriella grinned as she watched Chaz stand up and remove his vest and shirt. The look in his eyes sent chills down the back of her spine and she couldn't help but bite her lip as she forced her eyes to stay on him instead of tearing them away like she so desperately wanted to. She needed to have the control here, not him and she would work as hard as she possibly could to achieve that goal. As he sat back down Abriella finally allowed herself to tear her eyes away, but not before a slight blush fell upon her ivory cheeks. Most people at hogwarts thought that Abriella was more than used to sexual attention from boys, but little did they know, Ella had only seen two very different boys at this state of undress. Her first real love Emerson, and Albus, her most recent heart ache.
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Taking a deep breath Abriella blinked away the water she felt gathering in her eyes and focused on the black water basin that had been the heaviest thing in her bag. The black iron was covered in ruins and had been charmed to ward of infection. Pulling out her wand she muttered Augamenti under her breath and then quickly set the wand back down, having cast the only spell that wouldn't make Charlie worse. Picking up a cloth made of fine cashmere Ella dipped it into the cool water before ringing it out and scooting closer to Charlie.
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Abriella said offhandedly before pressing the cloth directly on one of his smaller wounds on his chest. Looking him dead in the eye she tried to keep him focused on her and not the pain, knowing how excruciating it could be. Lifting the cloth when she was certain that the scab had been rubbed away she ignored the blood that slowly seeped from the newly opened wound. This was a process that she was more than familiar with and surprising enough to her, she wished she could avoid causing him so much pain. As she rinsed the cloth in the water basin and ringed it out once more she set the rag down gently on the wound just under his ribs. Holding out her hand she bit her lip wondering if he would take it.
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"You may hold my hand if you wish. Sometimes it helps to squeeze and focus on something else. You wont hurt me. Though that might not be so reassuring. Its okay to yell, the room is soundproof and I have this one too."
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Abriella said taking her hand away from the rag for a moment to show a thick pink scar that ran just under her ribs. It had been made with the same blade and hers was new enough that the pain was still fresh in her mind.

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Was that a blush or had he just imagined her pale face reddening as he returned to his seat? Knowing her, Chaz almost wanted to believe it was all in his mind, but even then that brought another disturbing thought to his head; If her blush was fake, why would he of all people would fantasize of such things? She was Aurele's daughter and more trouble than she was worth. All he should want her for is to fix what her father messed up. Romance had to be way out of bounds if he wished to keep his life intact.

And yet, most of this reasoning came from the denial of his mind what his heart had been feeling the past few days. Veela charm or not he could only refuse it for so long. Part of him knew in the end he would lose.

He continued to watch her as she brought out the iron basin, but what he didn't miss was the two droplets of water that escaped her eyes as he filled the basin and dropped a rag into it. As she rinsed it out and came closer to him, he listened to her talk.

"Believe it or not I am sorry for the pain I will cause you, I know how bad it hurts. I literally know... And your pants are fine where they are for now. Be thankful that there aren't any wounds below your waist. If there were, you would be dead."

As confused as he was to hear she truly felt bad for him, he gave a small nod before finally averting her own gaze. It was his turn to feel uneasily as she looked over his marred body in a way that made him insecure for once. One thing about Chaz that everyone knew was that he was likely the last person to feel unsafe in his skin. In most cases he was so confident that you would think he constantly down the felicis potion to have such a personality. He also had a comeback to any insult and could easily charm his way out of many scrapes. Now, however, was different. His good luck had appeared to have ended and his charm was likely not at his best because of it. now he felt himself being pulled by Abriella's unusual caring nature and he was not sure how to react to it...Much like a hit that you are prepared for, but in the end it doesn't come. It was that uncertainty he loathed most of all.

However, even in such a state, Chaz couldn't hide behind grim smiles and sweet words for forever. So, trying to lighten up the mood and regain some of his confidence, he replied with a grimace as he felt his smaller wounds reopen, "You have no idea, cherie. Seeing him in his pajamas was enough to tramatize me for life..aargh."

He might have said more, but as she went to the larger cuts the pain only got worse and it was his turn to bite his tongue to keep from yelling fouler language. Then as soon as he felt the cod rag touch the deepest scar of them all, he yelped and quickly slid of the lounge to fall on his back with an annoyed groan. If it hadn't been such a serious a time the act would have been hilarious, but right now his pulse had shot up as he tried to get up from the floor, " Maybe we should leave that one alone until next time. I think I've bled enough these past few days..." It was then he saw the similar gash under her ribs and winced, knowing her too must hurt, "Darn..I thought I was special.."

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Hearing the pet name fall from his lips, Abriella smiled brightly. She didn't know why but something about Chaz made her forget about all the bad things happening in her life. Even though he played a big part in her miserable existence, somehow either his charm or his quirky personality made her think of only him. Which was quite the relief. As he spoke of the terror of seeing her father in his pajama's Ella only shook her head before catching his gaze once more.
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"He is not nearly as scary in his pajama's as he is in his cloak and mask. The mask is made from his victims and I swear you can still smell the blood on the air around him. One day after my father came home, my cousin and I were strung up by our hair and left to hang there for hours. I'm not sure what we did wrong but I know that both Co-Cosette and I will never forget the way he looks with blood on his cloak and the mask covering his features."
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Abriella said choking on Cosette's name a little as pain went through her body. She wanted nothing more than to cry, but the one thing she would never do is cry in front of someone again. It was humiliating and besides, it wasn't any of his business, if he even bothered to care at all. Thankfully she was torn from her near tearful moment by Chaz launching him self off the lounge. Stuck somewhere between laughter, shock and concern, Abriella snickered softly before Holding out her hand to help him up, knowing how difficult it was to stand with an open wound on your abdomen. Letting out a sigh she waited to see how stubborn chaz would be.
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"You seriously think I would come here without blood replenishing potions? I've been dealing with this for a very long time Foxy, perhaps you should have more faith in me.. If its so bad you can't sit still I do have a pain potion.. But I wanted to avoid it because the effects wont wear off for a while and the professors may notice you acting odd.. "
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He grinned back when he saw her face light up for longer than a second. Why he really cared, Chaz was still unsure, but most of him thought it had to do with her power over his desires. Right now there was no way he was going to admit to her or himself that his feelings have become more genuine. If he really thought about it, the Ravenclaw would realize her romance powers would make him want her more, not care about her. Though with all the other craziness going on, he would take all the denial he could just to keep his sanity intact. After all, going after Ella was about as insane as it gets. It was about as bad as running into a blazing fire, perfectly aware you would get burned.

Looking up at her, his face took on a more liesurely look as if he had meant to fall where he was and had no real desire to get up yet as he heard her gripping tale of how nasty Aurele could become. Grimacing in disgust, he could easily imagine her father doing as she had said, letting them hang by their hair for hours. His head tilted slightly as if gathering the evidence she had given him, plus his own to piece together the horrid puzzle of Mr. Beaumont. Any details he could get of weaknesses or loopholes might be essential for his survival.

Being so focused, even in the pain he was in, he couldn't miss Ella's falter in her cousin's name. Unsure of why she would become so sensitive on just the mention of Cossette, he asked plainly, " Speaking of Cosy, was she really expelled? I heard rumors..."

He was pretty sure she would attempt to evade this question too, but at least she would realize he wasn't as clueless as she would have hoped. It was hard to keep secrets from him, when he was determined to unveil the truth.

When she held out her hand, Chaz glanced at it a moment as if deciding which route to take. He'd hate to seem weaker in front of her, but there was no hiding the pain he felt each time the wound would move. The 6th year realized not taking her hand would just make him look stupider, and preferring to look weaker than stupid, he reluctantly took her hand and pulled himself to his feet with a grunt.

She then started to berate him on how she was well aware of what tools she might need and how he should trust her to take care of him. What she didn't seem to get was the fact it wasn't her knowledge he mistrusted, but her actions. Before her father tortured him he was invisible in her world, but now she wants to be his loving nurse? As good as that sounded, his suspicious nature on her agenda were still not fully satisfied. For once keeping his cynical thoughts to himself he groaned tiredly, holding up his hands in defeat, "Alright alright...As you wish..."

When she mentioned the potion and how he would act odd, his brows raised and furrowed, wondering which potion she was speaking of. Was it her own concoction or was it something he knew about? It wasn't until she brought it out, that a knowing look sparked in his eyes, "I see..you pretty much want to get me drunk....Enough pleasure to block the pain?"

He walked around her slowly, almost as if he was sizing her up, before his eyes once again glanced at the milky blue substance. Then with a flash he snatched it, once again lowering himself down on the lounge as if it were a bed. "Just to let you know, love, I'm only doing this for you..What happens because of it is all your fault.." Chaz then uncorked the vial and drained its contents, allowing the hazy feeling of joy and pleasure course through his sore body.

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Looking as though she had been slapped as he mentioned the incident, Ella Forced her eyes closed for a moment taking a deep breath before placing a smile on her face that never came close to matching the fear and pain in her eyes. Clearing her throat and making certain that she had her voice under control she nodded. Hating the weakness that she felt along with that yearning to be able to open up to someone, to be able to share her sorrows with even one person. But of course that would be impossible, Albus and Emerson taught her that people caring about you was nothing more than a myth. You had no one to lean on but yourself.
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"Yes shes long gone by now. Probably spending her winter in Italy again."
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Abriella muttered quietly no longer able to hold his gaze. As the conversation turned and she helped him up Abriella started to lighten up a little. He seemed to have this power over her and something in his spirit made her want to smile and show him that he at the very least cheered her up. Though she wasn't stupid enough to believe that he would let the conversation drop she giggled as he spoke of her wanting to get him Drunk. Smirking she grinned up at him.
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"You caught me Foxy, my whole plan is ruined. Yes I lured you here to trick you into getting drunk so that i could over power you and have my way with you. *sighs* What ever will I do now?"
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Ella said gasping as if he had really caught her in some devilish plan. No her plan could be seen as much worse. She needed to get close to him and have him trust her so that her father could use her as leverage. Forcing her thoughts to keep from being shown on her face Ella smiled at him, hating her father for using her in such a way. She also hated her self for feeling for the fox. There was something about him that she couldn't get out of her head and no matter what she couldn't stop thinking about the way he spoke and the way he was so full of life even when he had come so close to death. Pausing for a moment she wondered if she could ever escape from her father the way she swore she would when she talked to cosette.
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Ella looked up at chaz in utter shock as the vial was ripped from her fingers. Smirking to herself as he downed the milky substance she leaned forward and took the empty vial from him. Knowing how quickly the Euphoria Inducing potion worked she shook her head at his words confident that his pleasure would far out weigh his pain. Dipping the cloth back into the water that was slowly turning pink she made certain to focus on his other wounds, wanting him to be fully under the potions grasp before she attempted the largest one... Scooting up the lounge she moved to lean over him so that she could get at his neck. Turning his face to the side with the soft touch of her hand she brushed his hair out of the way before starting on the wound on his neck.
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"See what happens when you give in. You get more pleasure than pain. This is my own special brew and it does last a bit longer than the crap you get at the apothecary... Are you feeling okay, Is this too much?"
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A person's face was worth a thousand words, but who said what you would see would be the truth? No, to Chaz, the eyes held more honesty than a smile ever would. After all, most Slytherins were notorious for using fake politeness as a way to get what they wanted and the Ravenclaw made no exception with Ella, no matter how genteel she was being at the moment. So that's why when he watched her eyes he knew the smile that had grown on her face was as fake as it could be. His suspicions only got worse when she averted her gaze and began muttering to herself.

However, before he could press any further, her face brightened and a giggle escaped after his response about the potion, and this time, from what he could see, her reaction was real. Oddly enough he was glad to finally see the real thing, even if her loyalties remained uncertain. As dangerous as he knew she could be, something about her seemed to attract him. As much as his logic wanted to tell him they were direct opposites and she was mentally impaired, his gut told him otherwise. To be honest, it was far too confusing for him to deal with, and far too much when his body was aching as bad as it was.

Then as soon as he heard her answer about how he was right and all she wanted was get him sedated enough to have her way with him, he blinked a moment, wondering if he heard her right. He knew she must be joking, but then you couldn't out the Veela nature in her. A full Veela would have no qualms in seducing a male and eating him, but then healing him would seem pointless if that was in her mind.

And yet, even her jokes were extremely enticing to the 6th year so perhaps thats why he was so quickly in accepting the vile from her hand. As much as he hated losing his wits, it was far too tempting to refuse. He was far to curious about what she would do or how he would act. Besides, if he did anything embarrassing he would have something to blame it on.

So as soon as he downed the brew and collapsed on the lounge he couldn't help but thoroughly enjoy the feelings and sensations running through his veins. Every worry seemed to have floated away and the pain he had felt had dulled to a mild ache or sting. Even his vision appeared to be affected, as if he was looking through water with the sun shining on it. As he looked around, even the gloomy tapestries and fireplace appeared to be in better lighting.

Feeling better than he had in awhile, Chaz started to hum as he closed his eyes. It wasn't until he felt Ella's hand on him and the dripping cold cloth on his neck that he noticed she had crawled up next to him. In a dreamy voice, he tsked, "Sneaky sneaky..I'm not that drunk yet, love..."

He blinked slowly a few times as if studying her face as she spoke. To him, even her voice sounded enchanting as it resonated in his ears and by what she said, he almost felt as if he were in heaven.

A laugh escaped his mouth as soon as she finished, unable to help himself, "I admit...it's better than I've had in awhile...and I'm far from ok...I'm great..." A grin crossed his face as he continued to watch her, but it soon faded to a puzzled look, "Why am I so wet?" He then used a hand to feel by his neck to find the source of this wetness and as soon as he felt her hand, Chaz wrapped his own around her wrist and slowly tried to pull it off..."What are you up to, sneaky?"

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Smiling to herself as Charlie began to hum, Abriella allowed herself to focus entirely on the process of cleaning his wounds. It was almost easier to do the work when the boy was off in la la land and she was more than thankful that she had remembered to include the potion in her bag. Taking a moment to ring out the rag once more, Ella furrowed her brow wondering how much blood she should allow him to loose before forcing the Blood Replenishing potion on him. She had to be especially careful now that he had the pain potion signs of blood loss wouldn't be as clear as before. Her brows were furrowed as his voice filled the air.
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Believe me Foxy, when I am being sneaky you wont notice, besides, your not drunk, what your feeling is close but not quite.. What exactly did you think I was trying to achieve?"
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Ella asked quizzically tilting her head to the side as she wiped away the blood collecting over his wound. As she finished up preparing to move on to his rib wound his puzzled look caught her eye. Confused she furrowed his brows when he asked why he was wet. Then not even a few seconds later he began pulling her arm away from his neck. Not having any luck at removing her hand from his grasp she let out a sigh and picked up the rag with her other hand, reaching across her own arm to get at his rib wound. Giving him a smirk she rolled her eyes.
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"You are wet because I am cleaning your wounds, and I do have another hand you know? I don't need that one specifically to help you though of course you would make it more difficult. Besides if you are so set on me being sneaky, I'm sure that I could come up with a better way to entertain myself that would be both sneaky and fun."
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She said giving him a quick wink as she finished up working on his rip wound. Finally finished with the cleaning she leaned back to her back and pulled out a second cloth, this time much bigger and began patting him dry somewhat disgusted by the amount of blood collecting on the towel. Tossing the towel on the floor once she was finished with it Ella grabbed two final vials from her bag. One a deep red color and the other a thick pasty blue. Holding out the red vial she pulled the stopper from it.
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"Drink this, I'm not sure how much blood you have lost but this should perk you up a little bit. Don't want you dying of blood loss on me."

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As time passed, Charlie could feel his concentration and coherency was draining away from him faster than the crimson pools that were seeping out if his now open wounds. During the time he was looking at her, the Ravenclaw had no clue he was even bleeding at all. The potion had been strong enough for him to forget many of the thoughts that had been swarming through his mind before he drank it. So for all he knew, his dampening clothes and stickiness was because of sweat rather than blood.

He felt his vision become blurrier as he heard her start speaking again. Blinking a few times, a sloppy smile crossed his face as he answered to her question about what he thought her motives were, "You want to torment me..Might not have a blade to...my throat, but you do have the..tongue.." He paused, letting his eyes look over her as if scanning for any possible reaction before continuing, "You just like teasing me...play nice until I give you my heart...then BAM...you kill it...poof.." As soon as he said poof, he released her hand and gestured, opening his fingers to emphasize his response. At that moment, his mind might have been in a stupor, but that seemed to only open up the doors to what his heart was truly feeling. If he had been any saner, that comment would have never left his mouth.

And then she mentioned his wounds and it was then he looked down to see red streaks and blood all over his body and the nasty cuts Aurele had made, "Dragon turds...I'm bleeding..I think you squished my heart already....Ouch..."

The last remark was a bit dramatic because in truth he could hardly feel it, but even then he was sure he'd be in agony if not so drugged. He continued to watch as more blood was padded away with more dry cloths and each moment feeling himself get sicker. By the time she offered him the replinishing potion a wave of dizziness came over him and memories of his time with her father returned, causing him to tense up, even with the Euphoric potion still in his system, "No..."

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Light blue eyes widened in shock as Charlie answered her question. Biting her lip she furrowed her brow, for the moment deciding to pretend as though she hadn't heard him. However the trouble was that she had and she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have his heart. She wouldn't have to hide the darkness in her life from him, he already shared that path with her, and he wouldn't leave her because she had done such bad things because he already knew about all the bad things. Hating herself for even letting herself hope that she could be loved again Ella shook her head and smiled sadly.
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"No one would ever give me their heart, not really. I don't think its possible for someone to love me. I've done a lot of bad things, but I would never hurt someone that way. That kind of pain is unbearable and I could never cause it."
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She said her words soft and quiet, a softness in her eyes that rarely ever made itself known. Taking a deep breath and shaking her head she pressed the vial into his hands before opening the green vile and applying it to his wounds. One by one the thick substance sank into his skin slowly pulling the edges of his wounds closer and closer together. Watching the wounds as she continued to apply the cream Ella pinched her eyes shut as she ran her fingers over the way to similar wounds. It wasn't easy to see her own pain mirrored in someone else's eyes and when fear joined pain Ella paused her movements and put her hand on Chaz' jaw.
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"Shhh Foxy, I'm here. Your safe with me, he cant get to us here. Your wounds will finish scarring and then there wont be anymore pain... Well as long as you don't make him angry, but you wont. How are you feeling? Please don't be afraid"
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Ella said feeling concern building in her chest as she gazed down at the ravenclaw boy. Sliding her fingers through his hair she leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. Needing the comfort more for herself than to reassure him.

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