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Prompt Post #1
ROUND 1
FUCK IT WE'LL FIGURE OUT SPECIFICS LATER
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Fill: The Whipping Boy (11/15)
(Anonymous) 2017-01-11 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)“I’ll give you an hour, then we need to get back onto lessons.”
“Thank you Mister Graves.” Credence smiled softly, glancing at Mister Scamander. “I’ll be ready.”
“I’ll float the bandages in to you.” Mister Graves promised, and Credence moved forwards to support Mister Scamander’s weight. Carefully he walked him to the bathroom, wishing he had the strength to carry him. Mister Scamander was leaving a trail of blood on the floor.
“I’m sorry.” Credence whispered, seeing how Mister Scamander was biting his lip so hard that blood was trickling down his chin. He was limping and Credence felt guilt. This was all his fault. His Mother had been right. He was a wicked boy. He deserved everything that was happening but Mister Scamander didn’t. He led him to the bathroom, shaking a little. “I’m so sorry.” The door closed behind them and he sat Mister Scamander down on the edge of the bath as he started to run the water, testing with his hand to ensure that it was a suitable temperature.
“It’s alright.” Mister Scamander whispered. “It’s not your fault.” Credence stared at Newt in shock, thinking it through. Mister Graves hadn’t silenced him.
“I’m sorry Mister Scamander. I don’t know how to heal you.” Credence admitted. “I’m sorry. Anyway, Mister Graves has my wand. But … I want to help.”
“It’s okay. Anyway, you can call me Newt.”
“I’m sorry about last night.” Credence whispered, and then he jumped slightly as Newt leaned forwards and wrapped both arms around Credence.
“It’s not your fault.” Newt said, and he spoke with such firmness that Credence couldn’t help believing him.
“You should wash.” Credence murmured, not sure what to say in response. “I won’t look.”
Newt undressed, clambering into the bath. The water turned pink from his blood, and Newt curled up in it, taking slow breaths.
“We need to get out.” Newt said, and his voice was so soft that Credence didn’t feel scared.
“I don’t know how.” Credence whispered. “Can’t you do magic?”
“Not without my wand.” Newt whispered. “Not this hurt.”
The door to the bathroom opened, and Mister Graves walked in, smirking and casting Silencio.
“Don’t listen to him. He’s an obstacle to what we are doing.”
“Yes Mister Graves.” Credence mumbled, dipping a flannel into the water and starting to wipe at Newt’s back, avoiding the injuries. Mister Graves handed him some bandages, and Credence smiled at him, murmuring thanks until Mister Graves left.
“Sorry.” He mumbled to Newt. “I don’t know how to heal you…”
Newt frowned a little, and Credence paused then held out his hand for Newt to write on.
“WHAT SPELLS?”
Credence sighed softly.
“I … I know Fl.. flagrate, confringo, diffindo…in…incendio…” He shivered, remembering the people burning, the smell in the air. “Crucio, im… imperius…” He was shaking. Every spell he listed was to destroy, to burn and explode and cause pain. “I used to think magic was something beautiful…” He swallowed.
Newt squeezed his hand gently.
“IT CAN BE.” Newt frowned a little, and Credence carefully washed him and handed him a towel. Newt clambered out from the bath, wrapping the towel around his hips as Credence carefully dabbed him with the towel, cleaning him as best as he could.
“LET ME TEACH YOU.”
Credence stared at Newt, nervous, eyes wide in fear. But Newt had been kind, and he had got Newt hurt. He owed this to him. He nodded nervously. He watched as Newt mouthed a word, waving his hand, imitating a spell.
“LUMOS.” Newt wrote out on his hand, mouthing it and repeating the movement. “THEN NOX.” He demonstrated again.
Credence tried to copy the gesture.
“Lumos…” He mumbled, and Newt gave him an encouraging smile and patted him on the arm. “Nox?” Another nod. Credence smiled in return. “What’s it do?”
“LIGHT.” Newt explained, and Credence picked up the bandages, wrapping them carefully around Newt’s chest over the worst of the injuries, careful not to put too much pressure on them – he had learned how to do this from Chastity, and he could help with this. Newt pulled on his clothes once he was bandaged.
Credence stroked his fingers through Newt’s hair tenderly.
“I’m going to try and keep you safe. I’ll ask for more food.”
Newt smiled softly at him, then jumped as the door swung open. Credence cringed slightly at Mister Graves walking in.
“Hour’s up boys. Time for him to go back to his room.”
Newt stumbled away, and Credence walked over to Graves, following him as he sealed Newt back in their bedroom. Mister Graves handed over his wand.
They went back to the training ground. Bombardia went well. Credence aimed it at a small tree and it exploded, splintering into the air with so much force that Mister Graves had to throw up a shield to keep them both safe. Mister Graves laughed and patted his back. “Good. Now, watch.” He started to teach Credence Relashio.
Credence watched, wand down by his side. Carefully, he flicked his wrist in the movement Scamander had shown him.
“Lumos” He whispered. The end of the wand lit up brightly, reflecting off the ground. “Nox.” He mumbled, and the light disappeared.
Mister Graves smiled.
“Your turn now Credence.”
Credence swallowed.
“Could you show me again please sir?”
Mister Graves demonstrated and Credence copied him, thinking of the slight glow on the end of his torch. It had only been for a moment, but it hadn’t hurt. It was beautiful. But Mister Graves was waiting for him to learn to cause pain, and he couldn’t risk Newt’s safety by disobeying.
Re: Fill: The Whipping Boy (11/15)
(Anonymous) 2017-01-12 08:32 am (UTC)(link)Hang in there, guys!
Re: Fill: The Whipping Boy (11/15)
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