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Class was over, and the next one didn’t start for a while. Enough time to do whatever she wanted. She was one of the last people out of class, but she couldn’t care less about that. She had no where to be and she knew those who rushed out didn’t either. Sad, really. They were just wasting their energy. Narcissa didn’t falter in her steps as a group of said classmates rushed by, not wanting to apparently miss out on nothing. 'At least they know how to take notes, unlike some of their housemates.' she thought, her icy gaze following the few students that just rushed past her. 'Gryffindor. Figures.' she scoffed at them. One of them turned around, presumably to say sorry if their facial expression was anything to go by. However, when they were met with Narcissa’s cold gaze, they sneered at her.

Her only reaction was the simple raise of an eyebrow and a light glare back. She’d get them back, no worries. The fifth year made her way out of the dungeons, head held high as usual. She glided, for that’s exactly what is seemed like when she walked, towards the courtyard. Coincidentally the courtyard was in the opposite direction of those Gryffindors. She didn’t want to deal with them anymore than she already had to. She couldn’t deal with them, most especially after Potions, where many of them were incompetent. But, to set the record straight, Narcissa was not avoiding them.

Making her way out the castle, Narcissa was almost put out by the amount of people in the courtyard. She was a social butterfly, but that didn’t mean she enjoyed just anyone’s company. Like the Hufflepuffs that stood in one corner of the courtyard. Inwardly, she shook her head at them as she passed. They looked apprehensively at her, as if she were going to suddenly turn and hex them. She wished she did. That would give them something to look at.

Flipping her hair off her shoulder, the beautiful Black continued on her way, ignoring some stares she received. Just because she was a Slytherin outside did not mean she was out to curse everyone! Of course, some Slytherins were this way too, but Narcissa just didn’t like being stared at like that. One would think she was hiding a venomous snake under her robes with the suspicious looks the others gave her. Rolling her blue eyes towards the almost equally blue sky, the Black swore she would hex the next person to look at her like that. Thankfully, as she passed the main part of the courtyard, the number of students dwindled. She was slightly disappointed, but none of them were worthy of her company anyways. She sat down at one of the benches, alone. With a slight sigh, Narcissa turned her gaze slightly upwards. Just enjoying the view of the surrounding scenery from the courtyard.

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"Meeeeoooooooowww!" Came the mournful cry of a very large exotic looking cat He in a tree, high up in the branches and looking down at his equally large owner.

The boy stood at a full seven foot four and he glared up at the tree, "Tiny. Get down from there!" he demanded, but the cat meowed even louder. "You've jumped from higher!" Luke snapped, "Don't make me come up there!" but the cat's paw slipped, as if he was going to fall. Sighing, the Gryffindor took a flute necklace from around his neck and hung it on a lower branch by the chain. Then, he began climbing up the tree.

He was swift and nimble for his size, his strength allowing him to lift himself into the higher branches with ease. The cat bounded up even higher from his reach. "Damn you Tiny!" Luke growled and chased after him, "When I get my hands on you I'm going to make a pair of gloves with you!" he threatened. He was almost there, just a little further.

A bowtruckle came out of nowhere, scurried up to him and slashed him across the face. Luke recoiled, hissing in pain. Then, he over balanced and fell. CRASH! He landed on his back, on something surprisingly soft. THUD Tiny landed on his face, paws pressing down on either side of his head. He was carrying the Bowtruckle in his mouth and now that he had it, he was okay with jumping down. Off he ran.

Lying there dazed, Luke was unaware of exactly what had happened. He sat up, rubbing his face and glaring at the the cat. Then, he heard a voice. Looking down his eyes went wide.
"Oh my god! I'm sorry!" He yelped, leaping up and landing frog-like on top of the bench. Which broke. Wham He landed on Narcissa a second time. He scrambled back and swallowed hard "I really am sorry. Are you hurt? Do you want some help?" he was in such deep shit.

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It was quiet, with the far off chatter of the other students around her. She thought it was rather peaceful, but she’d never admit it or say it out loud. It was one of those things that she enjoyed in silence. Her moment of peace, however, was soon disturbed when she heard a slight hiss of pain before she felt pain. With a soft whimper, Narcissa felt herself topple over, with a weight of another student on her back. Squashed by someone much bigger than she was, Narcissa felt her temper spike up. However, being a Black had it’s benefit for others…somewhat. "Oh my god! I'm sorry!" a distinctly male voice cried out in apology. Had she not had the breath knocked out of her, Narcissa would have remarked that sorry didn’t help pain at all. Of course, being somewhat dazed by the blow stopped her from retorting too. After the person leapt off her Narcissa regained her breath. 'How much can one person weigh?' she thought darkly, turning to glare at said person.

The resonating crack of a branch was a telltale sign to move. However, not even a split second later was Narcissa Black once again stuck under the idiot oaf that probably weighed more than twice her own weight. The breath was knocked out of her once again, but this time, when he didn’t fall back over. Looking up she glared. Had this been a normal occurrence, Narcissa would have been able to reign in her temper and keep that impassive look on. However, seeing as she was almost squished by the Gryffindor - at this she thought her day couldn’t get any worse - Cissa felt that she had the right to be angry. Just this once.

"I really am sorry. Are you hurt? Do you want some help?" if her looks were anything to go by, the Gryffindor would have been six feet under already. Glaring at his tall stature, Narcissa held out her small, dainty hand for him to help her up. After all, it was his fault she was on the ground in the first place. "Do you honestly need to ask? And if you would be a gentleman and help me up." her soft voice carried in the wind, even in her anger. It was naturally like that, soft and light. No matter how she felt or the situation, her voice never changed. Times like this when she wish it was a bit more intimidating, a bit like Bellatrix’s voice could be. Sadly, it was not the case. "Lucky I’m not some crybaby Hufflepuff." Narcissa muttered as she got up with his - Luke was the git’s name - help. Everyone knew Bellatrix and Andromeda Black - well, in Narcissa’s eyes that was the case - and she was more than certain no one wanted to be at their wand point. Had she been a ‘crybaby Hufflepuff’, she would have gone off in tears for her sisters.

However, when she put some pressure on her ankle, Narcissa buckled a bit. A small cry of pain escaped her before she could hide it. She didn’t expect to be injured. Bruised, yes. With his weight, how could she not bruise? But that could be easily fixed. So, she steadied herself by holding onto Luke, though she hated it. She’d rather do that though than be on the ground. She was a Black! She didn’t belong on the ground! "Well, I seems as if I’ve injured my ankle, thanks." through her light tone, the sarcasm could be heard. She had just came out to get some peace and just enjoy it while it lasted, and she ended up with an injured ankle. Her mood darkened, though she didn’t let it show. Luke was going to pay, she was going to make sure of it.

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He quickly too Narcissa by the hand, pulling her to her feet. "I'm glad you're not too." Luke told her, "I'd feel even worse than I do now if you'd started to cry." he admitted, for he was a sucker for a crying face. He felt terrible enough that he'd hurt her, he didn't need her to burst into tears and make a scene or make him feel worse.

"If it makes you feel any better, I didn't mean it. I thought my cat was in trouble, so I went after him. A bowtruckle scratched at me though and when I dodged, I lost my balance and.... gravity kind of took over. It was just a case of....bad timing." Luke said sheepishly, vowing to make sure he'd be more careful next time. And he was certain there would be a next time, for he always seemed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"I'll make this up to you. Really I will. Anything. Just name it!" He said and, deciding not to add what he wanted to, which was almost. If she suggested something he didn't want to do, such as serving her for more than he felt was fair, then he just wouldn't do it. He didn't need to insult the girl by implying that she'd make him do something foul.

Suddenly, he heard her cry out in pain and he frowned, "I.... I really am sorry." He said softly, allowing her to lean on him. She was light, it was no trouble. "I'm not too good at healing spells..... but if you want I can take you in on my back. It's no problem. You're light as a feather." he told her, "I'll take you to Madam Pomfrey and she'll fix you up no problem!"

He hoped she'd she'd take him up on the offer, and wouldn't hex him or anything of the sort. Luke had already encountered Bellatrix a number of times and was terrified of her, but didn't show it. He liked Andromeda, she was pleasant enough. He hoped that Narciass took more after Andromeda than Bellatrix. If she attacked him, he'd have no choice but to duel her. He wouldn't run from her, not in a million years. He didn't think she'd attack him though, but you never knew.

"We'll get you into the castle together, you shouldn't walk on that ankle. If it's a matter of pride, then I understand that so we can come up with something else.... like I'll just stick to the long way to the Infirmary, you know....stay out of the places most everyone travels. That way, less people will see us. I don't mind going out of my way. I mean, it's my fault your ankle is hurt anyway. I totally owe you." he really was trying to make up for it, he didn't want Narcissa to hobble back on her own or to be discovered by her sisters while they were both out here. That wouldn't be good at all.

He could see it now, Bellatrix would come over, annoyed that a Gryffindor was daring to even stand near her little sister, let alone speaking to her. Then, she'd notice Narcissa's injured ankle and ask what happened. The girl would explain and Bellatrix would hex him, no questions asked. Which would probably encourage Narcissa to do the very same. Yep. He really wanted to get out of here. He knelt down on one knee, "Come on. It's the fastest way back and since we have to climb a couple stairs, it'll really prevent you from hurting your ankle even more. We'll be there in no time with my help. Then you can get your ankle healed and everything will be fine." He hoped.

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Having Luke pull her up quickly had her almost spinning in dizziness. Of course, she managed to stop herself before she did, but she placed a dainty hand on her head. If she didn’t feel so dizzy or dazed, then Narcissa would have scowled at the Gryffindor. Reckless and act before they think. This was a perfect example; you didn’t just pull a girl up onto her feet. You helped her up at her own pace. She turned her head away from him, taking time to compose herself from the dazed feeling she was getting. After all, she was a Black. She always remained composed, though she supposed her temper did get the best of her earlier. She felt it was justified though. After all, how many people are actually fine with being used as a cushion? Especially someone of her standing.

Had she not been so in control of her emotions, Narcissa would have rolled her eyes heavenward and send her darkest glare towards him. However, since she was in control of her emotions, she just kept an impassive expression on. His excuse was not an excuse at all. After all, if a cat got up a tree, then they could certainly come down at one point or another. It also didn’t excuse his second use of her as a cushion for his fall. "It’s fine." she managed to say, though all she wanted to do was yell at the Gryffindor. Though her expression was neutral and her statement forgiving, Narcissa was inwardly planning on her revenge. She didn’t take well to being used as a cushion for a fall. Especially for a Gryffindor like Luke; burly and heavy beyond belief. "Of course you will. You don’t expect to fall on someone and just get away with it, do you?" she all but sneered. Her startling blue eyes flickered around the courtyard. It wasn’t crowded, but there was still more people around than she could have liked. Her dark gaze sent some of the lesser students scurrying away. Her eyes held a dark promise to anyone who dared speak of the incident, should they have seen it.

"My first request," her voice drifted towards the Gryffindor that was the cause of this whole mess, "this does not get anywhere anyhow. It remains here." she stated. If this got around, then she was sure there was someone who’d use it against her. Of course, seeing most Slytherins hex Luke may be worth it, but she wasn’t going to let anyone mention this ever again. Hexing the bloody idiot would come later. "I'm not too good at healing spells..... but if you want I can take you in on my back. It's no problem. You're light as a feather." Narcissa looked at him with a look of incredulity. "You will not!" she protested, though she didn’t move. Her ankle was throbbing by now and she didn’t want to put any pressure on it, so she wouldn’t feel anymore pain. "I do not ride on anyone’s back. No matter the situation." she huffed, tossing her head to the side almost stubbornly.

She really needed to see Madam Pomfrey though. She didn’t want anymore pain than she had to deal with. She wasn’t a troublemaker and she was rather spoilt as a child, but that didn’t mean she was a stranger to pain. How else do you think she was regal practically all the time? If she wasn’t, she was punished. Acting correctly soon became a habit and then a nature of hers. "Come on. It's the fastest way back and since we have to climb a couple stairs, it'll really prevent you from hurting your ankle even more. We'll be there in no time with my help. Then you can get your ankle healed and everything will be fine." Narcissa would have taken a step away from the Gryffindor had she not been injured. Didn’t she make it clear that she wasn’t about to ride on his back. Injured or not, she didn’t take piggyback rides. Only when she was a toddler, but that was years ago.

"I think I made it perfectly clear, I am not riding on your back, Denmark." she all but sneered, making her way a few feet to the bench she sat on previously. With grace only she could have when injured, Narcissa sat herself down. She wasn’t moving until they came up with another idea. Her blue eyes were cold and stubborn. The message was clear. Either go her way, or stay until another Slytherin finds them.

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"Sorry." Luke said as she stumbled a bit, "I didn't know you weren't ready." He was doing all the wrong things! He might as well just push her right back down for all the help he was providing. Guilt gnawed at him again, but there wasn't much he could do about it now. Besides, she'd recovered and she was standing just fine on her own. That was a good sign. Things weren't too bad.

He glanced over his shoulder as she sat down, practically pouting in the process! It was almost funny, but he didn't dare laugh or even smile, instead he just raised an eyebrow and shook his head, looked away and then smiled so she couldn't see.

Boy this girl was stubborn! What was wrong with accepting help when she needed it? He couldn't figure it out. Would she sit there and pout forever? Sighing, Luke stood up and looked down at Narcissa, "Okay okay." He said, "I'll think of something else." He relented, shaking his head slowly.

He considered just picking her up and tucking her under his arm as if she were a quaffle, but figured that wouldn't go so well. She'd probably hex him and then tell her sisters and they'd also hex him! That would really, really suck. He'd only come outside to enjoy his time off, but as usual, something had happened to throw a wrench into his plans.

"Alright. How about I carry you instead?" He asked, and then just for good measure, came up with other ideas, "Or if you could conjure up some bandages or something, I could wrap up your ankle so you at least put a little pressure on it and then lean against me as much as you like and we'll go there together. I'm not good at healing spells, but I'm still good at treating wounds the muggle way." He offered, hoping that she would take him up on at one of the plans.

"Look.....I really am sorry, and I probably shouldn't have worried about my cat but....well Tiny's really important to me and I knew he could get down, but he's also hurt himself coming down from trees before. I figured if I took him down myself he wouldn't he at risk anymore." He explained as he stood there, "I wish I'd never fallen on you. Or any girl for that matter! I feel terrible that I hurt you... and I'm going to make it up to you.....not just because you're Narcissa Black or because you're a girl. It's ..... because I really do feel horrible for hurting you. I could have killed you if I'd landed wrong or something."

he admitted, staring at her face, his blue eyes focused on her matching ones. He wanted her to know that he meant every word, that he was being totally sincere with his apology. That he was respectful to her.

"I really am sorry about that first suggestion, see I live with my uncle and his adopted son. The kid's only six, so I'm used to offering rides when he's been hurt and believe me, that kid is always in some sort of scrape. He's really a little idiot, but .....anyway, I guess I wasn't thinking about how it'd make you look if I carried you on my back like a little kid. You're not a kid." he said with a sheepish smile.

"If you walk with me to the Hospital Wing, people will ask questions, wonder why you're walking with a Gryffindor and even leaning on one. Then, I think rumors would start and that wouldn't be good for either of us." He reasoned, sitting down on the ground to think. He took the flute necklace from under his shirt and ran his thumb and forefinger along it, obviously thinking.

"But.....if you allowed me to carry you we could move a lot faster and avoid anyone seeing us. And if anyone did see us, you could even pretend to be unconscious, and I could pretend I just found you like that. That way you don't have to answer any questions anyone might bug you with." He said, wondering if she'd go along with either plan. He wanted to get her the help she needed, "And the longer we sit here, the more that ankle of yours is going to swell and the more it'll hurt when the time comes to get moving." He pointed out, "It's already starting to look pretty bad." he stood back up with a small smile,

"Let's get going, you've got to be in pain and it's silly to waste time when you could be getting your ankle healed." he said to her.

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Being the youngest and admittedly, the most delicate, of the Black sisters had it’s advantages. One being that she almost always got what she wanted. She was the baby of the family after all. Cissa used it to her advantage when it suited her. Sitting down and being stubborn always seemed to work when she didn’t get what she wanted. It seemed as if it still did, and Narcissa would have smiled had she not been out with Luke. She was sure the rumor mill would already be starting. When he finally relented and agreed to think of something else, she skillfully, almost like it was a profession, hid her smugness with a straight, unemotional face. Another thing that always got her what she wanted, for many were afraid of what she’d do, or rather, who she’d tell on them to. Cissa was not a snitch, but people didn’t need to know that.

"Thank you." her voice held a bit of victory in it. Her emotionless mask slipped into one of something akin to disgust. He was the reason she was injured, she’d accept his help to the hospital wing, but she wouldn’t let him heal her. Even if he claimed to know something about treating wounds. But the muggle way? Narcissa may not have hated them like Bella, but she still didn’t like them. Besides, from what she learned in muggle studies, the joke of a class, it was that muggle healing took longer. Much longer. It was also painful if done wrong. "I’d rather not." she said to his second option. She was a little sketchy about letting him carry her, but as of now, it really as the best plan. She wouldn’t ride on his back, and she wouldn’t hobble her way over to the hospital wing, even with his help. Besides, he was what, two feet taller than her! That wouldn’t work out well for her, he’d basically just carry her anyways.

"I think it’d be best if we just left it alone for Madam Pomfrey to heal." Okay, so she was a little nervous about having someone heal her the muggle way. Something called casts were put on, and it looked absolutely hideous. She’d rather just deal with it than have something like that be put on her ankle. "Look.....I really am sorry, and I probably shouldn't have worried about my cat but....well Tiny's really important to me and I knew he could get down, but he's also hurt himself coming down from trees before. I figured if I took him down myself he wouldn't he at risk anymore." Cissa looked at the Gryffindor for a moment. She met his eyes with no expression on. Had she been looking at a Hufflepuff like that while they were apologizing, she was certain they’d burst into tears or something like that. They were always rather weak. Luke was a Gryffindor, however, and so, Narcissa didn’t think he’d be intimidated by it. Especially since he basically towers over her, the bloody giant.

When he continued to apologize Narcissa narrowed her eyes slightly. She was rather, justifiably, upset. However, when he mentioned killing her, her eyes glinted darkly. She was sure to get him back now. How dare someone like him even risk a life like hers! It was unthinkable. "Lucky you didn’t. Wouldn’t want to think of what Bella would do to you if she ever found out. Andy either." she stated, almost casually. She was sure that Andy would probably make his life miserable a bit, but then forgive him. She always seemed to be more forgiving. Bella on the other hand, how Narcissa loved her sister. Bella would probably want ‘a life for a life’. Her glare faltered slightly when he mentioned she wasn’t a kid. Too many times, just because she was rather dainty and the baby of her family, she was treated like a kid. Sure, she was the ‘leader’ of her own clique, but it was as if that didn’t matter. Being babied was something she really didn’t like.

"If you walk with me to the Hospital Wing, people will ask questions, wonder why you're walking with a Gryffindor and even leaning on one. Then, I think rumors would start and that wouldn't be good for either of us." she wouldn’t admit it, but he did have a point. Though she didn’t care for rumors, if they were about her, then she cared. Narcissa could go on a war path if it was bad enough. And she knew the rumor system; she’d use it plenty of times to degrade someone from their status. She could destroy anyone with a simple rumor, and she’d had done it before. She didn’t want to deal with the multiple questions that would come with her leaning on a Gryffindor’s shoulder. At least, if he carried her, they’d be able to get there quicker and lessen the chance of people seeing them. She knew this was one battle she could not win, and she hated it. "If I do agree to this, you better make sure close to no one sees us." she glared up at him. To anyone looking at the scene would probably laugh. Little, fragile Narcissa Black glaring up at the impossibly tall Gryffindor known as Luke Denmark. Oh yes, a humorous sight indeed! But she didn’t care. Let him underestimate her. Too many people did that and look where it got them. At the bottom of everything. "It's already starting to look pretty bad." Narcissa looked down at the now swelling ankle and had she been someone else she would have flinched. However, she was Narcissa Black and didn’t even blink as she took in the pained ankle.

"…fine." she huffed, but didn’t move. Now that her attention was back on her ankle, it hurt like crazy. She wanted so badly to just cradle it and cry, but she held herself as if there was nothing wrong. Save for the fact that she couldn’t really stand on the horrible looking, and pained ankle, then no one would notice it was hurt. Masking pain was included in her masking emotions. So, she waited, what seemed like patiently, for Luke to come over. Once this was over and once she got her revenge, she would never mention this moment every again. It was already bad enough.

"If you dare drop me…you’ll regret ever getting that cat of yours." she glared, her eyes flashing with promise. And you better bet that she would go through with her promise. If not her, then she’d get her dearest sisters. One Black was bad enough. All three Black sisters, or even just two, was the worst thing one could have against them. "Let's get going, you've got to be in pain and it's silly to waste time when you could be getting your ankle healed.&" She nodded in agreement, not saying anything. She figured she’d make him feel bad, so she let her eyes shine with tears. She didn’t cry, but it looked as if she was going to. Narcissa was a master of controlling her emotions. Though it did help that she really did want to cry.

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"Are you sure?" Luke asked, "A bag of ice is just to bring down the swelling and numb your foot and the bandage would just keep it from moving." He assured her, "I wouldn't try any actual healing spells and you wouldn't need anything extreme like a cast or a splint. Just ice and a bandage." But Narcissa seemed to be against the idea, no matter what he said.

"Okay okay." he said with a smile, and then, waited for her to get ready and lifted her into his arms like she weighed nothing. "I'm not going to drop you so long as you don't flail around." He said and then headed off, having no trouble moving with her. "You're pretty light." it also helped that he was strong. "Oh. Wait hang on." he supported her with one arm and then, pulled the necklace from under his shirt and just let it stay out. "I figure it might be uncomfortable for you to be leaning against it." he said and then held her with both arms, never once jostling her.

As soon as he saw people coming, he'd quickly duck behind some bushes or a tree and wait for them to pass, then keep on moving. He went into the castle and kept up the same rhythm, moving through the corridors, taking the long way around and keeping out of sight. He seemed to have no trouble carrying Narcissa and no matter how fast he moved or how quickly he had to hide, he never dropped her or even jostled her.

"So." He said after a moment, keeping his voice down low, "When people aren't falling on you, what do you normally like to do?" he figured he'd break the silence and keep her mind off things somehow. Maybe if he told her a few of his interests, but .... she was a pureblood, maybe she looked down on muggle things. He wasn't sure about that. So he just decided to leave it up to her to talk about herself.

Luke walked along through the corridors, trying not to think about what Bellatrix would do once she found out about this. He was pretty sure Andromeda wouldn't do anything too drastic, but Bellatrix was....extreme to say the least and not all there in the first place! He didn't dare tell this to Narcissa though, he didn't have a death wish and he wasn't an idiot.

As he walked, he heard something "Shhh." He cautioned and ducked into an empty classroom. "Dammit....it's Peeves. Don't say anything." He slowly shut the door, but he knew Peeves would look into the room anyway, he'd seen movement.

"I know someone's in there!" the annoying man teased, "Peevesie knows everything!"

Smiling, Luke muttered "Hold onto me and don't move." he told her and stepped back. The second Peeves poked his head into the room, Luke kicked him mightily in the face, leaning back on one leg until the one he'd kicked with was almost straight in the air. The poltergeist's entire head sunk into his shoulders and he gave a muffled scream, smiling, Luke used the distraction to slip past him and rush down the corridor, and only when it was safe did he burst into hearty laughter. "Oh that was perfect!" he gasped, "Did you see the way his arms flailed?" he kept on walking, even as he laughed.

"He didn't see you either and even if he did, I don't think he saw you fast enough to register your face, before my foot got in the way." he gave another laugh but then became more alert and kept his voice down.

"We're nearly there." He said, climbing up a flight of stairs and heading down the corridor toward the wing. He was going to be glad to get Narcissa to get her ankle healed but he then added "You know. Even if I hadn't caused your injury in the first place, I would have helped you." just to let her know he wasn't doing this because he'd gotten her hurt.

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Ice and a bandage? What did he think this was? One of those muggle hospittles? She didn’t need ice or a bandage. She wanted it done and over with, just putting those on was a waste of time. Besides, she only had the best heal her. And right now, at Hogwarts, Madam Pomfrey was the best. No question about that. Luke seemed to get the idea and have up on trying to convince her to put ice and a bandage on her aching ankle. 'Smart boy.' she thought, as most wouldn’t get it until she told them straight up, just short from hexing them. She was rather glad he didn’t continue on trying to persuade her to get some muggle healing. Imagine, Narcissa Black, being healed the muggle way! Impossible!

"Good, and I don’t flail." she mentioned, trying to hide her nervousness at being carried. She’d rather just make her way alone, but no, he just had to be a bloody noble Gryffindor. Then again, most Gryffindors would have left her alone to fend for herself. The ones that hated all things Slytherin anyways. When he shuffled so he only held her with one arm, Narcissa almost had a heart attack. Her arms went out and almost immediately wrapped themselves around his neck. She really didn’t want to be dropped. Once her heart calmed down, Narcissa glared up at him, almost immediately removing her arms from around his neck as if it burned. Instead, she kept on arm on his own, as if to ensure it would stay there. "Well, thanks for the concern, but how about a warning the next time you decide to make me believe I was going to be dropped!" she all but sneered at him, even if he was the one carrying her.

Having moments like that were the things Narcissa usually tried to avoid; it showed weakness. And weakness would not be tolerated. Not in her family. Besides, she didn’t like showing any weakness; other than the fact she looked like she couldn’t hurt a fly, with her dainty stature. Her eyes then found the thing he almost dropped for. A necklace. She looked at it more closely, almost forgetting that it was Luke carrying her. One of her hands reached out and held the necklace lightly. It was rather…cute. For a halfblood’s nacklace anyway. She quickly let go of the necklace and looked forward. She didn‘t say anything about it, because really, what was there to say? ‘Nice necklace’? She wouldn’t be caught saying that to anyone lower than her.

The way to the hospital wing was not all that bad, she hadn’t been dropped so far and she didn’t have anymore scares like her previous one. All in all, it was better than making her way to the hospital wing alone and in pain. Though her ankle still hurt…a lot. She didn’t dare cry out on it though. It was bad enough she had to get help from Luke Denmark of all Gryffindors. At least it wasn’t some weak, little, filthy muggleborn that wasn’t even worth her glance. Luke was actually trying to avoid people, and for that, Narcissa was actually thankful it was Luke Denmark. Well, that and it seemed as if he didn’t have any problems with carrying another person. Still, she’d rather not have been in this situation if she could help it. "So…When people aren't falling on you, what do you normally like to do?" Narcissa was snapped out of her thoughts by his voice. One reason why she didn’t particularly like silence all that well. She’d rather not be startled. "I have patrols at the end of the day. Along with some other prefect." she began after a short moment of contemplating whether or not to answer his question. "Other than that, it depends on who I’m with at the moment." and it really did. Bella liked to do different things than Andy did. Sometimes they just did nothing but hang around in the common room. Other times, she would walk around with her ‘friends’ and just be the Queen Bee.

Still, she wouldn’t dignify him with a direct answer. After all, even if he was helping her or not, he was still the cause of her pain. Merlin knew how he wasn’t hexed out of Hogwarts already. She was about to say something else, when a sudden noise stopped her. Luke heard it too, apparently, as he shushed her. Narcissa looked at him as if he just insulted her. She didn’t like being shushed, especially when she already knew someone was there. She wasn’t daft. "No, I’m just going to scream and hope someone hears me." she hissed, her tone dripping with sarcasm. When he told her to hold on, she really did. One hand went across his shoulder, and the other gripped his arm. She knew who it was when Luke did. Peeves the Poltergeist. How she detested that daft ghost; he annoyed Narcissa Black to no end. Especially since third year, when he stole her brush from her and left it with some Gryffindors. Disgusting little Gryffindors who had no right to touch what was hers! So, when Luke had did some strange muggle kick that sent Peeve’s head into his shoulders Narcissa couldn’t help but feel a bit smug and amused. "Serves the bloody annoying ghost right." she muttered, in agreement with Luke. Though she wouldn’t be caught saying anything like that again.

It wasn’t until he stopped running that Narcissa finally let her grip on him go. Her ankle was still throbbing and she hoped they would get to the Hospital wing soon. "Thank Merlin." she basically whispered to herself. Only a few more moments longer with this pain before it’s gone. She figured it was either twisted, really sprained, fractured or broken. She doubted it was broken, but she wasn’t a medi-witch, so she couldn’t say anything. "You know. Even if I hadn't caused your injury in the first place, I would have helped you." Of course, she knew he was a rather noble Gryffindor. However, she didn’t think it’d be that far. In all honesty, she wouldn’t have accepted his help if it weren’t his fault. "How very Gryffindor of you." she muttered, inwardly rolling her eyes at him. Really, would it be all that difficult to just leave her be?

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"Sorry." He said sheepishly, "But at least I didn't actually drop you." He told her, knowing that if he did, she'd most likely raise a huge fuss and have everyone and their dog on him in seconds. As he carried her along he felt the flute move off his chest and he glanced down. Narcissa had it in her hand, but then she let it drop back down. He just looked ahead again, deciding that it was better not to say anything at all. He didn't want to give her any reason to harm his necklace so he just kept his mouth shut about it.

"What's it like being a Prefect?" He asked, "I don't think I'd really make a good one at all. I'm too....I dunno...dealing with people who don't want to listen to me and hearing them talk back is just plain annoying. I'm glad Remus got the position instead of me." he chuckled as he pictured himself trying to deal with a bunch of students trying to break the rules. He'd probably end up making enemies left right and center that way.

"When I have free time I'm either training in some shape or form and when I'm not doing that I'm just hanging out and relaxing." He admitted, and made his way off again.

After dealing with Peeves, it was only a short matter before he was at the Hospital Wing with his charge. "No." He said, "Not Gryffindor." he corrected quietly, "Its being a gentleman." he then entered the Hospital Wing and set her down on one of the cots, then backed up.

"If that's all you need then I'm going to just go ahead and get out of here." he said, wanting to leave and get this all over with.

(Soooo sorry about the length, but we can call this over if you want.)

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Most would think that she overreacted, seeing as he didn’t actually drop her. However, Narcissa felt as if she were perfectly justified. After all, this was the guy that fell on her. So, doubting that he wouldn’t drop her was perfectly reasonable, even if he did fall on her on accident. She was injured anyways. Wouldn’t want to have an injured girl fall and possibly hurt herself even more, would you? Exactly, that was how most of the Hogwarts population thought. Save for some Slytherins, and a few others from other houses. Most likely not in Hufflepuff, but Ravenclaw and even a couple from Gryffindor. "Imagine if I did flail. I would’ve been on the ground right now, in an even worst state than before." she retorted, not caring if she was making him feel guilty or not. Really, she didn’t care. She just wanted to get to the Hospital Wing as soon as she could.

Her eyes turned towards his necklace again before glancing up at him. Luke was just looking straight ahead, as if she never even touched his necklace. Her eyes took in the flute necklace once more before she turned her head away and concentrated on getting to Madam Pomfrey before anyone saw them. That would be rather problematic, especially if they got to Slytherin house. She could imagine Bellatrix’s constant questions and the accusing and curious looks from the rest of her housemates. Something she’d rather not deal with at the moment. With Sirius being in Gryffindor, people would start to doubt her too, and she couldn’t risk that. She wouldn’t. "I rather enjoy it. You just need the right words and presence about you." she answered, thinking to the patrols she’s had so far. She was a new prefect, but it was pretty fun. Especially being able to use the prefect’s bathroom. It was much nicer than the regular ones. Though, having her use that bathroom, it really isn’t a surprise it would be better. "My favorite things would be the prefect’s bathroom and being able to stay out after curfew." She also got to get away with more minor things than usual, but she wouldn’t admit that to Luke.

Narcissa looked at Luke, with her head tilted slightly in confusion. "Training?" Did the Gryffindors have some special training wizards club or something? What was this talk about training? She turned her gaze to their surroundings, but was still able to see him from the corner of her eye. Her gaze moved from the surroundings to her ankle, which looked positively hideous. She couldn’t believe her ankle looked like that. Unacceptable. She was rather glad that they were making great progress so far.

She laughed lightly, the sound of light tinkling bells, and shook her head. "You’re chivalrously being a gentleman. It’s very Gryffindor." she argued. It was rather true. Slytherins wouldn’t help unless it benefited them somehow; like getting on the lady’s good side, or try and get in their pants. She wasn’t surprised there was that. Hufflepuffs would just be nice about it, because they were always so bloody nice. Ravenclaws, it was a little iffy on them; Narcissa supposed it depended on whether or not it would be easy for them, or if they had to go through a lot of trouble. Even with those thoughts, she still found Luke to be so disgustingly Gryffindor. She almost sighed with relief when he put her down, loosening her grip on his arms, before just letting go completely. "I’ll just wait for Madam Pomfrey here." she gave a somewhat cold, and curt not at Luke; a silent, almost reluctant thanks. From the corner of her eye, she saw Madam Pomfrey coming out of her office and heading her way. Finally, it was all done and over with.

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