The trials of new powers.

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny looked up, startled. She hadn't been paying much attention to anything but her files. She flushed, slightly, a bit surprised that he had caught her off guard. Her hair was still messy from the wind, and she wasn't exactly wearing new clothes.

"Oh. Hi Xaver...."She said. She looked down to Sarah.

"Sarah, this is Xaver. Xaver, newest student of mine, Sarah."

[Shara2007]

Sarah looked up from the file and smiled.

"Hello." She then looked back down. She hated having to put up with new people she did not know. Even if they were sort of frighting.

"Professor here is that folder. All done." Sarah was used to reading and finding the useful things. She then got her paper out and started to draw this new charater Xaver. She drew him with a shadow of the window behind him and pretended she had disappered.

[Xaver]

"Hello, Ms. Weasley."
Xaver winked playfully and bowed slightly in her direction, straightening, then nodded politely to the girl. He cast a long, warm smile toward Ginny, finding as he always had, and momentarily struck dumb by the sheer magnitude of all that she had accomplished, and her power, and all she could and was. To him, she was very much amazing. He smiled slightly to himself, then looked to the girl.

"Sarah. A pleasure to meet you."
He bowed his head in greeting.

When he straightened, he looked at them both.

"Ginny, Miss Sarah - Would it be too much to ask of your services if you could help me?"
Absently, his fingers touched his abdomen. The visual of the memory that had eluded him for so long, and had finally flashed back, struck him for just a moment, before he blocked his thoughts. Fishhooked. Ugh.

Xaver didn't ask for help much. It showed, in the fact of his uncertainty. He shrugged and smiled again, anyway.
"And," he added, "I wanted to drop in and say 'hi'."
He nodded, fighting down a laugh.

[Shara2007]

Sarah had looked up some one was asking her for help no one ever did that.

"You want my help I just found out about my powers tonight." Sarah wanted to help but she was afraid. "How can I help you. I might mess up."

Sarah was really trying to find out why a muggleborn would be having powers like this. She had already set her papers aside and was now looking at Xaver.

"Professor Ginny when will I be going back to the dorm. I got some things and class work to do." Sarah really was sort of scared and did not want to fail so she thought the best way not to would to dissapper.

[Ginny Weasly]

"Don't worry about it, Sarah. We'll help Mr. Xaver, and then I'll walk you upstairs, ok?" She smiled at the girl. She was slightly curiouse as to what help Xaver needed, but she wouldn't ask immedietly. She grinned.

"Sarah, trust me, there's no reason to be even slightly afraid of Mr. Xaver here. He's a big baby in all actuality." She told Sarah, laughing softly.

[Shara2007]

Sarah smiles she had to admit this girl was good.

"OK that is fine I hope that I can help you. I have be helping out all over. I just hope that I can get really good at this." Sarah then smiles and put her hair up in a ponytail.

[Xaver]

Xaver nodded, grinning slightly.
"Yup," he said. "I'm just a pesty, but harmless bird."

He was, in fact, quite the gentleman, ego-less, and kind. But provoked enough, he could be a deadly enemy. There were many sides of him that the common person never saw. He had a smooth and cool temper mostly.
Imagining himself as a bird too poofy to see over its feathers, he chuckled softly, and shook his head.

"You'll be fine. If you mess up, there's not much more damage youcould do to me right now, anyway. And besides, if Ms. Weasley," he winked at Ginny, "has taken you under her wing, then you are far more talented than you know. And both you and I are in the safest of hands."

There was a slight hint of relief in his tone.


Xaver took a step foreword, and closed the door to Ginny's office with a thought, toughing the stool at his side, for support, though he tried not to show it. He was hurting, though trying not to relay just how much.

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny stepped forward, "Take off your shirt, Xaver." She told him, noticing that he was favoring his side. She pushed her sleeves up and smiled at Sarah.

"Xaver isn't exactly human, so he can't go to the hospital wing when he gets hurt." She told the girl, leaving out more explination. Really, that was all the girl needed to know.

[Shara2007]

"Oh ok I will love to help." Sarah said getting up and standing beside Ginny. She knew she needed to help but how.

"OK what do I need to help with. I'm really a good help. Just ask MAdam pig." Sarah said smiling.

[Xaver]

Xaver nodded to her direction. He hesitated, but knew it must be done, so he crossed his arms, grasped and tugged at the bottom of his black sweater, pulling it up. He only got so far, before the pain of over-exerting himself became too immense, and instead, with a quick will of mental magic, the sweater simply disappeared, and he let his arms drop. Though slowly, for it hurt entirely too much for any sudden motion.

The effort and extent that Xaver had actually gone - what may have seemed simple, one asking for help - was actually a great deal more elaborate and extensive than the common man might realize. Xaver rarely went and asked for help out of the blue. .. But yeah. He needed it. Severely.
And Ginny was the only one he trusted. Especially in these new circumstances.

He reached to the side, a hand resting on the back of the chair for support, relieving some of the pressure. His form was well muscled, and very toned. He had filled out a bit from the thinness of his youth, though he was still lean. His form moved mechanically, though in his current state, he felt like a broken toy. He was not hard on the eyes, though he was so sickly pale, he looked like he could pass out any minute.

He had to admit, vaguely, that he was still better off, even, than he had been, when he'd first woken up in that foreign hospital. A wide, thick wrap covered most of his abdomen, stained dark in various places, in jagged lines. The darkest, reddish black liquid trickling down the thick folds, was at his middle, just below his ribs at his right side. Over his right shoulder, and trailing to his shoulderblade, was a thick wound, his flesh painfully closed with black stitches, stained with fresh blood. There were various injuries. Scratches. Stitched wounds. Bruises that were as black as his hair.

His mannerisms became less confident, and Xaver looked down. He paused for a moment, then unsnapped the end of the bandage, and slowly, clenching his jaw, he removed the bandage around his middle, and let the soiled cloth drop to the floor, his arms at his sides. At his right side, was a wide, poorly stitched wound, that ripped up into his ribs. Three of his bottom ribs were broken unpleasantly, the bottom at his left, shattered in a few places. If he would turn around, one would see similar damage to his back. For he had been assaulted from behind, and it had gone all the way through him, and when it had jerked upward, he had been ripped along.
What looked like huge claw marks were scorched into his skin, three wide, unhealed burns, starting at his stomach, and running all the way across his chest and digging deeply into his shoulder.

It still looked better than it had.
Xaver closed his eyes, and biting back a murmur of pain, his wings expanded, and came into view. They expanded slowly, stretching, then he faltered, and they dropped back, as he winced painfully. Injuries.. There were many. Long, deep wounds, a few laced up. Why they had not healed, was unknown to him. It was taking a long time, and his will wasn't responding. He petted over one of the stitched, sore areas, and then jerked at a sudden pain, cursing aloud. His sudden movement had torn the remaining stitches. He gave a low, pain-filled sigh.
There were two, gaping wounds on either wing. Punctures. And the flesh surrounding was dark black, unhealthily shredded. The feathers of both wings were matted with blood, cut and torn, jagged, and dull, from their former gleaming obsidians. It hadn't been too long since he'd been hospitalized for a long stretch of time.


He had run from that hospital.
He hadn't known what else to do. They were killing him.
Well..

Xaver clenched the chair a bit tighter.

So many memories were faded. He remembered little between the last time he'd been at the school, long ago, and when he'd recently woken up in an infirmary. His mind was being constantly bombarded. It often knocked him out.

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny watched, her jaw tightened slightly, but other then that, she showed no emotion.
"Alright then." She sid. She turned and went to a cuboard and took out a few bottles. She also took out clean bandages.

"Sarah, here." She handed her one of the bottles. "Clean off some of the blood. We need to be able to see to help him."

[Shara2007]

"OK" Sarah siad going over there and barely touching his skin. She was afraid of the blood she had never really see it.

"So how did you do this it looks gross." Sarah said as she finish cleaning it and looked at Ginny.

[Ginny Weasly]

"Yes, Xaver. Mind telling us your story, dear?" She asked, gently. Her tone was simply asking. If he didn't want to tell them, he didn't have to. But she would have liked to know.

She cleaned his deep wounds gently, wiping away blood carefully. She picked up bandages and smeared some salve onto them, to help the healing process. She started with the worse wounds.

[Shara2007]

Sarah had moved towards the back of the room thinking that she would be sick. She never found this much blood and it was making her nausous.

"Sorry I'm feeling a little wezzy." Sarah said feeling the color leaving her face.

[Ginny Weasly]

Sit, and put your head between your knees." Ginny told Sarah, glancing at her. She smiled, comfertingly.