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Post by Alex Kameren on Nov 10, 2010 9:45:44 GMT -5
Alex had been pretty torn up by the creature, and had suffered broken bones: left arm, some cracked ribs, even a small skull fracture. They had been slow to heal, even aided by magic, for it was a creature that fed on magic that created them. It was the middle of November, nine weeks after the attack, and nearly two after he’d woken up. He wasn’t sure of the date, but that mattered little to him now. Alex still felt weak, his body and soul. He was pale and had lost quite a bit of condition, but what worried him most was his magic. It just wasn’t as powerful, he wasn’t able to control it as well.
But he, he had not changed. He was here, at work, though he wasn’t supposed to be. He was barely supposed to be out of the hospital. Truly, the Auror had just gotten up and walked out. Actually, he’d stumbled plenty, but he had walked, and he had ended up here. Where he needed to be. They needed to track down this woman, this lady of shadows who was the leash and whip behind the New Powers.
He bent over his desk, trying to focus on the words of the reports. What sort of paper was this, the ink was blurring!
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Post by Eoin Tynan on Nov 10, 2010 15:47:33 GMT -5
"Kameren," Eoin leaned into the office, a frown on his normally cheerful features. "Aren't you supposed to be somewhere in a hospital....resting?"
Running a hand through his golden curls, the Head Auror stepped into the office and eyed the other man. He certainly didn't look well, battered and bandaged, swaying a bit in his chair. The man had stamina, or maybe just sheer stubbornness. He looked at the papers scattered before Alex.
"Reports on the new enemy hmmm." It was no good to try and get Alex to leave, so Eoin decided to help. He pulled up a chair beside Kameren. "What do you have so far?"
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Post by Elle Callahan on Nov 11, 2010 0:00:52 GMT -5
Men were utterly and completely idiots with no sense in their thick skulls. Especially Kameren men and Elle Callahan should know because she had the pleasure of helping not one but two of them in one year. She wouldn't call it healing because the latter Kameren decided to escape before that task could be accomplished. Secretly, Elle like the crazy good hearted aurors who lost blood to protect her but they tried the patient of Merlin. And she was not a very patient person. Especially when it came to them. Give a Kameren an inch and they'd take it and transform it into a wand.
Elle had slipped out of Alex Kameren's room, after making sure he was resting peacefully. She'd been gone ten minutes to check on the baby she had delivered the week before that was born with down syndrome. When she returned the bed was empty. No one had seen him leave. Rather no one admitted to seeing the stubborn mule wobbling out of the hospital. Elle had been sure someone had spotted a giant pig headed mule stumbling in a rather revealing hospital bed. Unless his brother was in on the plan and gave Alex some clothes. Elle made a mental note to send a howler to the elder Kameren about assisting in the escape of a very sick man.
Fifteen minutes later, Elle was on her lunch break, but she wasn't enjoying a warm meal. Not even a sandwich. No she was on the hunt for a crazed lunatic in the making. If Alex Kameren wasn't careful he would finish the work the monster had started. So armed with a few supplies, including chicken soup, some potions, and a change of bandages, she appreated to the Ministry.
After several smiles and terse conversations about her age. Really, if she was a Hogwarts student would she be stupid enough to escape to the ministry? Besides if she was pretending to be of age any self respecting teenager stupid enough to do it would have a fake ID that had a job that listed something more exciting than healer in training.
Elle stormed into the aurors office, not caring that people were working. The only way she would find him w as if she demanded to know where he was. Elle was surprised at how easy it was to spot Alex. He was sitting at a desk, visible from the door. He wasn't even trying to hide. Elle stalked her way over, lips clamped, ignoring the eyes that followed her. She made it to his desk before anyone could sound the alarm.
"What do you have so far?"
"Despite the obvious. He has a concussion and shouldn't be reading fine print. " She said interrupting and pointedly misinterpreting Alex's co worker.
"This genius decided to leave without taking his medicine. Really Kameren, if you're going to kill your self you should at least leave with pain killers so you don't feel it." She said dryly as she pulled out a small vile of blue liquid from her large shoulder bag. She uncorked it, placed it into his hand and then pulled out a bottle of pumpkin juice and placed it on his desk.
"Drink up. Don't be a wuss. Your brother had to take nastier stuff." She said trying to goad him into taking his medicine by wounding his male pride. She really did care for him. If she didn't like him she wouldn't have taken her lunch break early to find him.
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Post by Alex Kameren on Nov 11, 2010 3:24:43 GMT -5
"Kameren," Eoin leaned into the office, a frown on his normally cheerful features. "Aren't you supposed to be somewhere in a hospital....resting?"
“Hospitals are boring.” Kameren muttered, shaking his head slightly. He rubbed his eyes and temples, looking at the ceiling. Alex was about as fond of bland hotel rooms and bland food and tubes and needles and other hospital things as a long-tail cat was fond of being in a room of rockers.
"Reports on the new enemy hmmm." It was no good to try and get Alex to leave, so Eoin decided to help. He pulled up a chair beside Kameren. "What do you have so far?"
Alex’s fist thumped on the table, and he growled at the paper. “Still nothing concrete, Tynan. Nothing useful.” His words came slowly to him after the coma… well, they came at a good rate, they merely left his mouth slowly. He was told that it was a side effect and he should be lucky he didn’t suffer from any more brain damage. He only hoped it went away. He didn’t like it.
He shuffled through the papers, intent on finding something.
"Despite the obvious. He has a concussion and shouldn't be reading fine print. " She said interrupting and pointedly misinterpreting Alex's co worker.
Alex groaned, leaning back in his chair and rolling his eyes. Must he have a nursemaid? Why the woman had followed him all the way from the Hospital he didn’t know. Why he couldn't have a crusty old nurse who didn't give a damn if her patient walked out early, he didn't know. He waved a small stack of five papers at the head auror. “Her history.” his voice became lower as he spoke the last words. “She’s a squib, Tynan.”
"This genius decided to leave without taking his medicine. Really Kameren, if you're going to kill your self you should at least leave with pain killers so you don't feel it."
Alex sighed, looking with some distaste at the blue liquid. It wasn’t the taste, he hardly tasted the stuff at all, actually. It was like having a hospital follow him around. He’d left for a reason.
"Drink up. Don't be a wuss. Your brother had to take nastier stuff."
Alex rolled his eyes and downed the liquid plain. He closed his eyes, feeling the pressure behind his eyes loosen and fall away. He looked at Tynan to see if he had caught the significance of his earlier words yet. She was a squib, yet she acted like a very powerful dark witch.
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Post by Eoin Tynan on Dec 2, 2010 22:42:07 GMT -5
Tynan smiled, his blue eyes sparkling as the woman and Alex tussled verbally, clearly neither was intending on giving much ground, but there was a grudging connection between them; after all, the woman had obviously helped Alex through his recovery, and someone like that grew on you, no matter how reluctant you were.
But then his spine stiffened at Alex's odd yet ominous remark, almost offhand, but the only clue he could present. A Squib? How on earth had a Squib become so powerful, with followers of both the arcane and the demonic? His eyes darkened as he studied the young man's face. He wasn't kidding, and he was just as serious as Eoin.
"A Squib. This makes things *much* more interesting, in one of those makes-you-want-to-panic sort of ways." Eoin pulled some of the paperwork over to himself to study. "Where did you dig this, and how did you know who to look for?"
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