IceRise

[pig]

Pig gave Harry a sarcastic look and said " i can see that i was just asking you no just to check"

[~Harry Potter~]

Harry frowned and sighed.

"Sorry, I'm not in a good mood since I woke up today with frost on the inside of the windows."

[pig]

Pig smile " it ok" she siad warmly

[Ginny Weasly]

"Shut up you two." Ginny snapped at them, kneeling down beside Xaver.
"What's up?"

[Xaver]

Xaver crumpled slightly, collapsing foreword. He growled, and panted a bit, but after a minute or so, he regained his breath.
"A problem," he whispered, his voice hoarse.
It hurt to talk; it hurt a lot. So, he abandoned speaking, and switched to mentality.
-I should have known. What with the cold, and the black ice. Unbelievable.-

Xaver clenched his teeth, and slowly, painfully, sat up, every nerve and thought like a sore beating to every part of his body. Xaver ignored this, and hauled himself to his feet, though the explosion of the motion erupted throughout him, numbing his mind for a moment, causing him to waver and wobble on his feet. It was unusual for Xaver to be injured physically. Even rarer, for he to have lingering pain.
Rare, and painful.

[pig]

Pig stoped talking and contuned to drink her drink but it was no good it was fozen again.

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny's hands went out automaticly when he looked like he was about to fall. Her face was full of worry, as she looked him up and down.

[Xaver]

Xaver steadied himself forcefully before he could fall, casting a gentle, thankful glance toward Ginny. His next steps he had planned in his head already, before he even thought about carrying them out. He was glad she was there; it was as simple as that.

Xaver jerked slightly when he was alerted of that same preternatural force again, though this time he was ready for it. He closed his eyes and fixed his entire power to reverse. Reverse, in the meaning that he focused every thing to work backward and opposite the way he had been trained to use his power. The curse spilt over the castle he had recognized immediately. It wasn't of this world, but his homeland. Fixing it was opposing himself. It was really complicated. And it could kill him.

Xaver winced, and for a second or three, his form erupted into millions of millions of tiny black particles of black shadow liquid-stuff. There was a loud, solid crack, and his form returned to normal, and the atmosphere of the castle immediately changed, from deathly icy, to hell-like hot, then to a soft, normal cold for that time of year. The black sky evaporated, with the lingering presence of Xaver's foe (which had come back to be his brother).

Xaver wobbled on his feet, went limp, and crashed foreword to the floor, not unconscious, though he probably should have been. He groaned softly; it hurt to even think.

[Ginny Weasly]

"Xaver!" Ginny knelt down, turning him on his back and checking his forhead and his pulse.
"You idiot. Why did you do that?!" She asked, half angry at him, half proud of him.

[Xaver]

Xaver allowed himself to be checked over by Ginny, as he blinked up at her, smiling tiredly.
"Because," he said softly. "I had to."
He coughed a chuckle, and sighed.

[Ginny Weasly]

"Idiot." She murmured, shaking her head and tapping his forhead. She stayed next to him, but turned her head.
"Okay guys, let's get to work. We have to make sure all students are experiencing any lasting effects from the cold. If so, we gotta get them down to the Hospital Wing and get a cold medicine for 'em"

[Xaver]

"Snot."
Xaver smirked at her, then turned sightly on his side, resting his forehead into the bend of his elbow. He sighed and relaxed slightly, but then flinched away from a gold fork the bottom side of his wrist had been resting on. He had been too out of it to notice that he had been resting on the fork, but now he felt it. Scorched into his flesh was the imprint of the fork, in a hot, bleeding wound. Xaver was strangely allergic to pure gold. Long handling of it, or a small piercing of it to his skin could result in any random problem. He mumbled a low curse and flicked the fork away.

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny ignored him, as she continued speaking to the others.
"Any students experiancing cold symptoms have to go down there. They'll stay overnight,, and make sure you get everyone. Sometimes if someone is sick, their powers go nuts." She turned back to Xaver.

"Your going down there too." She told him.

[Xaver]

Xaver had been randomly scratching his chin when she spoke to him. He shrugged, and accidentally transferred some thick, dark blood from his wrist to his cheek. He scowled and rubbed at it, but only managed to sink it in deeper to his pale skin tone, and smear it up from his jaw to his ear.

"Nuh uh," he said hoarsely.
With a great effort, he forced himself to sit. He took a moment to gain back his breath, then shook his head.
"I don't want to go there..."

[Ginny Weasly]

"It wasn't a question." Ginny said, raising an eyebrow at him. She seemed surprised that he thought he had a choice.

"And no worries, Madame Pomfrey's not treating you." She said.