IceRise

[Ginny Weasly]

"Shh, Xaver..."Ginny said, allowing him to lean against her for a moment before she began to walk with him.

[Xaver]

Xaver mumbled something, shrugged, and followed her, absently nudging the hospital wing door open with his foot. He closed his eyes, but kept walking.

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny lead him to a bed and pushed him backwards so he was forced to sit on the bed.
"Stay here." She said, before pulling the curtain shut and leaving the wing.

[Xaver]

Xaver sighed and looked around him, falling back onto the bed and tucking his head into the curve of his elbow. He stared blankly as the blood from his wrist began to slowly drip through the cloth Ginny had wrapped around it, and seep into the unfortunately white bed. He twitched absently once or thrice, then, as sudden as his eyes closed, everything in the room froze, blanketed with an inhuman coat of ice. Xaver sighed hoarsely, his wings suddenly opened, and tucked his head closer to his arm, his wing moving slightly, so the one hid him nearly completely underneath it.

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny scowled when she came back into the room. She hated cold, but didn't know if she'd be able to melt this ice. She dragged an old lady to Xavers bed and pulled back the curtain.

"Xaver! Hey!" She said, making sure he heard her. She made a face and the old woman went to Xaver.

"She says you cut yourself. Let me see."

[Xaver]

Xaver mumbled something beneath the protection of one of his great black satin feathered wings, and suddenly sprung upward, with one motion springing to sit on one of the rafters above, cradling his injured arm against his chest, just the way Ginny had directed, though blood now freely seeped through the bandage, and dripped down, to the floor below. The bed he had left, for instance, was a mess. Xaver shook his head, watching the two like a wounded beast.
"I didn't do it on purpose," he said softly, wings twitching nervously. "And I didn't cut myself."

[Ginny Weasly]

"She didn't mean it like that, Xaver. Come down here." Ginny said, cranning her neck to look up at him. "She's wierd, and she ment that you got hurt." She explained.

The old lady scowled, "That what I said!"

[Xaver]

Xaver almost fell off before he intentionally did so, slowly descending to stand behind Ginny, glancing at her with a quiet care, then looking at the woman with a blank mistrust. Even so, he sighed and extended his arm, palm up, untying the band and letting fall to the ground with a wet splat, thoroughly soaked with his own blood. He glanced at the wound then the woman, then stared at Ginny uncertainly.

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny moved over and held his extened arm steady as the woman began to work her magic with it.
"It's not going to compleatly heal, Xaver, because her magic isn't strong, but it will stop the bleeding and tell us whats wrong with it." Ginny told him, smiling softly at him.

The old woman looked up.
"This is a strange cut, how'd it happen?"

[Xaver]

When Ginny touched his arm he fell still, comforted for the moment. He shivered once or twice as the woman worked, but by any means, he did stay standing after all. He noticed Ginny's smile and he nodded, and returned it thankfully.
He looked back to the woman.
"Pure gold has a tendency to hurt me," he said absently. "Childhood accident. I became very allergic to it."

[Ginny Weasly]

"That explains the way it is..." The lady muttered. Ginny frowned.

"So...where did the gold come from?" She asked, a bit puzzled.

[Xaver]

Xaver flinched and clenched his teeth for a moment, turning his head away. It was uncommon for him to feel true pain from mortal wounds, but he was not immune. It hurt like hell.
"A fork," he said shortly.

[Ginny Weasly]

"Oh..."Ginny said, nodding. She watched him turn his head away and frowned. She realized it must hurt.

The lady finished working her magic.
"As she said, it won't be compleatly healed, but it's not bleeding, so it should heal soon."

[Xaver]

Xaver withdrew his arm and protectively clutched it to his chest, swallowing any emotion he might have expressed. Pain. Frustration. Who knew?
He gave a formal, appreciative bow of the courts to the woman, then straightened.
"Thank you," he said quietly.
He looked to Ginny and expressed the same thing in his eyes to her, and more, but he couldn't muster the will to say anything. Not without making a fool out of himself.

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny smiled at the woman.
"Thanks, Naomi."

Naomi nodded and walked out, muttering to herself. Ginny tunred to Xaver. "You feeling a bit better?"