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"No, I didn't. It's the Sorting Hat Song. Probably his fourth or somethin'." Stroking the other's hair, he smiled and nodded. "At least you're calmer now." Normally he wasn't affectionate. Maybe it was just scared strangers that made a brotherly affection come out of him.

"Now. Are you sure you don't know how you got here?" Gently wiping Tala's eyes and cheeks off, he looked at him earnestly.

Tala couldn’t help but cry the moment the stranger pulled him into his arms. He was really tired, emotionally, mentally and physically. The sudden source of comfort was the push for his tears to flow down his cheek. “I cannot—-” He replied but was cut off as the other began to sing a slightly whimsical tune. Tala’s cries settled down into subtle sobs as he stared up at the boy singing. He didn’t understand what the boy was mentioning in his song, but he couldn’t help but go along with it. It was working, it was calming him. He closed his eyes as his hair was  stroked, giggled when his nose was tapped, flinched when his ear was tugged on and gasped softly when his shoulder was pinched.

Once the song was over, Tala had stopped crying, but eyes and cheeks were very much damp still. “What… is zat song? D-did you make that s-song?” He inquired, unconsciously leaning against the stranger’s chest as he felt himself going limp with every minute passing.

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"Ey Potter!" Scorpius barked at the other, raising his wand in a slightly playful manner towards the other, the usual smirk crossing his lips.

Albus whipped around, wand still stowed in his robes' pocket, sighing in frustration. "The 'ell do you want now, Malfoy?" Unlike Scorpius, Albus hated him. He wasn't playful; every hex sent his way was meant. And yet, every time he saw him, his heart fluttered.

Only Albus contributed it to nerves.

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Gently lifting his leg, Madam Pomfrey smiled gently at him, before poking his ankle. The same glow encircled the thin ankle, before the spell settled and mended him up. "There we are dearie. Anything else?" Patting his arm with a gentle hand, Madam Pomfrey bustled over to her office before coming out with a bottle of water and a strange, corked bottle.

Albus sat on another cot, just waiting for Aku to be done. He waved his wand around lazily, lifting cot pillows or making spark showers.

|☾| Oh boy did it feel good to sit down again, Aku thought. Madam Pomfrey, who the male assumed to be the nurse at this school, did indeed look like a very kind lady. This fact eased Aku’s anxiousness and he allowed her to examine his wrist. He winced slightly when it had moved, but relaxed when the woman healed him with her wand. 

After that, his wrist did indeed feel a whole lot better than it did before. It was still slightly sore, but at least he could use it to it’s full extent unlike before. Aku smiled and nodded before he said, in a soft tone, “Thank you.” He would have brought up his other injuries, but he did not want to seem too needy. 

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"Calm down, calm down." Albus sighed and knelt down, hugging the other. He used to do this for Lily all the time when she was really young, and it usually calmed her down. Stroking his hair, he recited a little song; specifically, an old Sorting Hat song.

"A thousand years or more ago, When I was newly sewn, There lived four wizards of renown, Whose names are still well known: Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor, Fair Ravenclaw, from glen, Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad, Shrewd Slytherin, from fen."

The rhyme would seem odd to most, but those of Albus' origin would recognize and cherish it. Hopefully, it calmed Tala down, at least. When he said "Fair Ravenclaw", the acid green eyed boy had stroked Tala's hair, and once Sweet Hufflepuff came about, he'd poked his nose gently. For Gryffindor, he'd gently tugged the other's ear, and by time Slytherin had appeared, he'd gently pinched his shoulder.

"Are you calmer now?"

“R-Relax?” How can he, he was in the middle of nowhere, probably on another country, and in front of a stranger in the middle of what seemed like a dark forest. His lips trembled and he completely missed the other’s question. “I cannot… I am scared.” He replied, hugging himself, feeling the tears pooling in his eyes. “Please… Please ‘elp me get home. I do not have ze money, but I ‘ope my gratitude will be enough—” his voice cracked. He was used to being alone and being independent but this was too much. “My legs ‘urt—-“

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I owe replies for Tala and Aku.

You'll get them, promise. I just want to play The Witch's House ;A;

Try again for a no-save run.

BI Come on I can do it-

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"Just relax... No I haven't. I won't 'urt you. 'onestly, I have no idea why you're here. Maybe you just got lost and fell asleep or something." Albus stretched, rubbing his neck and yawning a bit. "Just relax."

Looking at the other, he blinked. "I don't speak French much, just the bits my Aunt Fleur taught me." Shuddering a little, Albus shook his head and looked up at the treetops.

"Mmm... Who are you?"

Tala appreciated the help, for he absolutely cannot control the trembling in his knees. Was he kidnapped and then thrown away? Maybe even violated? But that cannot be, he still had his clothes on and nothing felt different down there.

“E-Eh?” He stifled a sob and shook his head. He was really surprised when he heard the other speak in his language, but his fear had gotten the better of him and he bothered not to ask. “Où … suis-je?” He whispered, fumbling nervously with his hands. “Did… you take me ‘ere? Wh-what do you want from me?” He took a step back. “P-please don’t hurt me—-“ 

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Sitting Aku down, he talked to the gentle-faced woman. Her light blonde hair was tied back in a braid, which then in turn created a bun. Her light green eyes were motherly and caring, and changed to a very concerned look as Albus brought up Aku's injuries.

As soon as Albus finished, she'd pulled out her wand and laid it next to Aku, before gently lifting his left arm and examining his wrist.

"Oh poor dear..." She tutted, before picking up her wand and gently pointing it toward his wrist. Without her saying anything, a light gold glow went around his wrist, before the spell managed to heal him.

"Does it feel better?" Madam Pomfrey, as Albus had earlier called her, asked Aku, looking concerned but smiling gently.

|☾| The new student could be… Aku? Impossible! Sure he is supernatural and mystic, but that did not mean he should be suddenly taking classes here. Especially since he was not planning to stay very long. This was a magic school as well, he deducted due to the obvious signs around him, so he could not possibly go here because he had no magic. He certainly had some powers, but not magic. 

Along with this new problem, Aku started noticing a few other things wrong. Since he was no longer in pain with hunger, his attention was drawn towards other injuries on his body. His left wrist started to throb more with pain and his right ankle felt more twisted than it was earlier causing the male to have a slight limp in his walk. Fortunately for him, he was going to get the help he needed soon. Though, Aku could not exactly promise Albus that he would not be shy around the woman. After all, it was just in his nature to be timid.

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"Hagrid. Good job." Smiling politely, Albus gently rubbed the other's hair, leaning against the wall. So what if he wasn't in the dorm? Not like his dorm mates cared. "Fafnir... Do you know where you came from? Finding you was kind of a shock." Albus chuckled, smiling warmly at the boy.

“Nuh uh” he murmured softly, rubbing an eye calmly and leaned his head on the male’s chest, calming down. His coppery eyes reflected the fire from the fireplace, causing them to have a nice warm glow to them. He looked back over to Hagrid, before quietly repeating. “Haaa-grid?”

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RP Pro Tip 19:

Do not take control of your partner’s character without your partner’s consent. 

Mod’s Note: Nobody knows a character better than their player. Even if you think you know how they might act in a given situation, there are likely subtle nuances of personality that you haven’t accounted for. Godmodding can be as large as declaring that an action against another character was successful, or it can be as subtle as assuming a character’s emotional reaction to something.  Controlling the other character can be a way of speeding up progress, and it’s fine so long as you have permission. Just check with your partner beforehand to make sure you’ve gotten it right.

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"Err..." His accent reminded him of his Aunt Fleur. She was a beautiful, touchy-feely woman. Then again, he supposed Veela blood and being French did that to a woman. Albus helped the other up with a sigh, before speaking in French: his aunt had taught him just enough.

"Avez-vous une idée d'où êtes-vous?" [Do you have any idea where you are?]

Tala jumped and looked up, trying to form a good image of the stranger who miraculously appeared before him. He was sitting on the ground, confused and worn out. Where exactly was he? One moment he was walking on the streets of Paris and the next thing he knew he had blacked out and woke up, sprawled on a dark forest floor.

That accent and language. Oh dear. “I… I am not in Paris… yes?” He spoke with a bit of difficulty, his accent laced with heavy French. “D-Do you… know where I am?” He spoke again in a trembling voice.

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Invasion in the Sanctuary

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Albus, a fifth year Slytherin, blinked his jade green eyes at the sight of the male in front of him. How odd was it that common Muggles found the teen in the Forbidden Forest? Well, it was as odd as them actually living through it. Albus constantly snuck past Hagrid's cabin to get into the Forbidden Forest; his one sanctuary.

Blinking his jade green eyes again, the boy with untidy black hair spoke. His voice was low, but very feminine for the lanky teen. "Who are you and what the stuff are you doin' 'ere?" His British accent was obvious, as well as the slang usage.

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"Nothing. And, um, potential new student equals you, Aku." Rubbing his nose and standing, he gently helped Aku up, stretching afterwards. After a few words with the Headmistress, he took Aku's wrist gently: luckily for Aku, his right one.

"C'mon. I'm going to take you to the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey will fuss, but she's a good woman. Don't be so shy, ok?" Leading him down toward the hospital wing as he spoke, he stopped to poke his head in, sighing in relief before leading Aku in, calling for Madam Pomfrey.

|☾| The room became silent and a woman, who Aku saw earlier during his meal, spoke about a new student. Like the naive spirit he is, he looked around for this new person to be recognized or give a signal that they are indeed the new student. When no one did as such, an eyebrow was raised in confusion on Aku’s face. 

When Albus had almost chocked on his drink, the male became worried and looked towards him with concern. Why did this shock the other male in such a way that he would be acting this way. Instead of just letting Albus guess what Aku was thinking, he spoke, 

“What’s going on?” It was barely audible, but hopefully the younger male caught what he said. After all, Aku was very curious as to why the important looking lady called him out. The spirit rubbed his ragged, yet still quiet soft, scarf between his fingers out of anxiety and waiting for whatever was going to happen next, happen.

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Finishing his food, Albus waited for the other, sipping pumpkin juice with a bored but patient look from his goblet. The big golden plates had been cleared, but some people were still eating. Nothing was refilled on them, and what seemed to be the Headmistress stood. She obviously commanded respect, because everyone was quiet.

"A short notice: as it seems we have a possible new student, I will kindly ask Albus Potter to deal with this person."

Albus nearly spit his pumpkin juice all over himself, but managed to stay calm, coughing a bit and relaxing, before taking a large swig: if only it was firewhiskey. If only.

"Now, off to bed. Except for you, Albus." Her tone meant for the other to keep Aku with him. Internally groaning in annoyance at the Headmistress, and not Aku, he patted Aku's arm as the others paraded out.

"Stay here with me, 'kay? It's alright."

|☾| It was absolutely fantastic to just be able to sit down and eat something, thought Aku. Though, since he was starting to get full, he started to slow down his eating and was able to actually enjoy the taste of the food that was in front of him. It was quiet interesting what humans ate because some can be good and some can be bad. Aku wondered why they would even cook or make the bad stuff if no one liked it. 

To break the male out of his strange train of thought, the younger male had spoke to him. Injuries? Well, he certainly had a few bumps and bruises here and there, but nothing was more serious then his sprained left wrist which had been kept very close to him so it would refrain it from getting more serious. Good thing Aku was right handed. 

He offered a small nod towards Albus and finished then up whatever he was eating on his plate (which was quiet good in his opinion).

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Albus heard the squeal, sleeping on the foot of Fafnir's cot, not minding how odd it felt. Waking up, he picked up the child and whispered. "Shh..." Hagrid was actually asleep in his bed, which made it much easier.

"Shh... He's ok. His name is Hagrid, ok? Haaaaaaaagriiiiiiiid." He drawled out the name for him, stroking his hair. "He's a friend; not scary. Ok?" Smiling gently at the small child, he stroked his hair, rocking him back and forth.

"Are you still tired?" He whispered, blinking his acid green eyes.

Waking up hours later, Fafnir blinked and saw the half-giant and made a small squeal, laying flat on his back, absolutely confused. Where was that other person?? His new friend didn’t leave him, did he?? With a big scary man?? Looking up at the man, he gave an odd expression, not being able to tell if he could trust him or not. “………… Aaaa———”