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In memory of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, who once famously remarked on the shortage of such facilities in the school, this defunct set of ablutionary devices has been left in place.

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Isabella and Donnie

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Isabella Gaunt-Kingsley - sixth year slytherin ♔ serpent heir & prefect

-"She was unstoppable and she took everything she wanted with a smile."
Message Me – 13:38, August 1, 2018 (UTC)

Isabella had selected the least likely place to be interrupted and slipped into the disused bathroom. She stalked up to the weird circle of sinks, with dirty mirrors you could hardly see through and lifted the hem of her shirt enough to reveal a cloth partially colored red that was being pressed against her skin. Smears of red could be located all along her slender side and even discoloring the top of her jeans. She hissed lowly as she peeled the fabric back, revealing a nasty gash. The refhead threw the cloth in the sink and reached underneath the porcelain. She withdrew a small box and set it down, rifling through the contents until she located a needle and some stitching thread and shrugged her vibrant red Serpent jacket from her shoulders.


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Donnie Finch-Hatton - sixth year slytherin student • posh boy

- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff."
Message Me  - 13:45, August 1, 2018 (UTC)

Having escaped a Potions class which he honestly could have completed in second year, Donnie's on his way up to the tower, stopping by here to retrieve the bottle of homebrewed Gillywater that he and Dick had been working on since the term started. It wasn't as nice as the real stuff, but it sure as hell provided the alcohol content; maybe he should start selling it. He's distracted, however, when he walks in and sees a sea of red: red hair, red nails, red blood. And then, of course, that face. "Izzy," he says, calm, despite the massive deja vu he's experiencing right now - why does he keep walking in on injured Xavi members. "Wow. Someone finally get sick of your jabbering?"
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Isabella Gaunt-Kingsley - sixth year slytherin ♔ serpent heir & prefect

-"She was unstoppable and she took everything she wanted with a smile."
Message Me – 13:52, August 1, 2018 (UTC)

Isabella looked into the small spot on the mirror that provided a reflected of the area behind her, her dark eyes fixated on Donnie. "Twinkletoes," she said in slight annoyance before dropping her shirt and leaning against the sink, almost as if to obstruct her workspace from his view. "You want to say that again?" she asked and tipped her head to the side, eyes narrowing carefully. "Because I was led to believe the only one with lips that flap in the wind is you." She turned back and grabbed onto the sink, a small wave of dizziness gripping her smaller body. She straightened herself and looked down into the sink, where the cloth that had been used before made the white sink look like carnage.


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Donnie Finch-Hatton - sixth year slytherin student • posh boy

- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff."
Message Me  - 13:57, August 1, 2018 (UTC)

Letting out a sigh, he lets his eyes wander to fully examine the scene: a bloody rag in the sink, needle and thread and a very obvious gash beneath her shirt, bleeding profusely. "Are you seriously stitching that up—by yourself?" he frowns. "There are spells for that. Plus you'll probably pass out with a wound that big." He says it all very matter-of-factly, like it's very obvious, which it should be; as scary as Izzy is, she clearly has a brain in her head.
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Isabella Gaunt-Kingsley - sixth year slytherin ♔ serpent heir & prefect

-"She was unstoppable and she took everything she wanted with a smile."
Message Me – 14:01, August 1, 2018 (UTC)

She inhaled a deep breath and slowly let it out, like she was attempting to control the anger that wanted to run wild and whip Donnie. "It's currently broken," she explained for the second time in the span of two days. "Can't exactly go to a fellow student or the hospital wing without arising suspicious," she said and lifted the shirt again. She ripped a piece of thread off and begun to string the needle, her brows furrowing with concenration despite the considerable shaking that was product of pain. "I don't want to bleed out before I locate another Serpent so old-school methods will suffice for now."


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Donnie Finch-Hatton - sixth year slytherin student • posh boy

- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff."
Message Me  - 14:05, August 1, 2018 (UTC)

Donnie has to roll his eyes at her dramatics, and takes a step forward, completely and utterly unafraid for her; she's too... melodramatic to take seriously, it seems. He whips out his wand, twirling it in his fingers - god, is he going to end up being the Serpents' personal healer at this rate? "Right, well, let me heal it then," he says - more of an order than an offer. "Or at least let me stitch it if that's more your thing, crazy. If you pass out then at least you'll be caught. Unless you fancy smashing your head on that -" He gestures pointedly to the very hard, very solid lip of the sink. "Which, I mean, you might. You're mad enough."
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Isabella Gaunt-Kingsley - sixth year slytherin ♔ serpent heir & prefect

-"She was unstoppable and she took everything she wanted with a smile."
Message Me – 14:10, August 1, 2018 (UTC)

Isabella turned around a little too quick and inevitably winced from the pain, her red hair fanning around her like a protective barrier. "If you don't shut up I'm going to literally rip your throat out with my teeth," she hissed and gripped onto the rim of the sink, knowing full and well that she wouldn't get through all the sitches herself. Her plan was to just wake up from the fainting spell to continue but the wand was a promising alternative. "Okay," she barked and then carefully hoisted herself up onto the sink, taking his height into account even if he didn't deserve it. Leaning back against the mirror, Bella exposed her wound to the stranger with narrowed eyes.


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Donnie Finch-Hatton - sixth year slytherin student • posh boy

- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff."
Message Me  - 14:13, August 1, 2018 (UTC)

Feeling somewhat smug that she gave in, Donnie approaches her at the sink and diverts his eyes down to the wound; it's not so much deep as it is long - whatever did it got her good, but didn't put enough force in to tear far enough down. "Am I allowed to know what happened?" he asks, putting the tip of his wand to the exposed skin and muttering a healing charm. A warm sensation would flood Bella's abdomen as the skin begins to reattach itself, slowly but surely. "Or is that another top secret us outsiders can't know?"
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Isabella Gaunt-Kingsley - sixth year slytherin ♔ serpent heir & prefect

-"She was unstoppable and she took everything she wanted with a smile."
Message Me – 14:19, August 1, 2018 (UTC)

Isabella didn't take her eyes off him the entire time and they periodically switched between his wand and his face, like she was waiting for him to stick his finger into the gash and ruthlessly twist it. The thought almost made her ill but she utilized the cold porcelain to cool her body down. She carefully pulled a mess of curls over her right shoulder and peered down at the skin that had started to knit together. "No," she said blatantly and glared up at him. "Why are you so curious all the time? Didn't you know that it killed the cat?"


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Donnie Finch-Hatton - sixth year slytherin student • posh boy

- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff."
Message Me  - 14:25, August 1, 2018 (UTC)

"But satisfaction brought it back," he says, quick as a flash, eyes darting up to meet hers from beneath hooded lids as he moves the wand downwards, the skin knitting back together like a zip. "Everybody always forgets there's a second half to that saying. I'm curious about everything for two reasons, Izzy: one, life's fucking boring if you don't go around asking questions; two: if you never ask, you never get. They're good philosiphies to live by."
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Isabella Gaunt-Kingsley - sixth year slytherin ♔ serpent heir & prefect

-"She was unstoppable and she took everything she wanted with a smile."
Message Me – 14:33, August 1, 2018 (UTC)

"Still a pussy," shd said vulgarly and provided him with a wicked smile, unable to help herself. She gasped softly as her eyes caught on the skin stitch together, still never getting use to the abnormal sensation. But she played the weird little sound off by throwing in a cough she stifled with the back of her hand, not caring how fake it seemed. "Not great philosphies if they end up with you dead," she pointed out earnestly and innocently batted her lashes at him.


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Donnie Finch-Hatton - sixth year slytherin student • posh boy

- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff."
Message Me  - 14:35, August 1, 2018 (UTC)

"You're always going to end up dead, Izzy," he says, straightening up as the wound closes itself entirely, leaving smooth, unscathed skin behind - not even a scar. He's quite impressed with himself, honestly. "Might as well live a little beforehand, no?"
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Isabella Gaunt-Kingsley - sixth year slytherin ♔ serpent heir & prefect

-"She was unstoppable and she took everything she wanted with a smile."
Message Me – 14:41, August 1, 2018 (UTC)

"You should at least try to prolong the inevitable," she said as her fingers gently roamed to the area where the gash had been. No scars. The only thing left behind was smears of blood that could be washed away. Her gaze flicked up to him and narrowed suspiciously, "what do you want for this?" The redhead knew nothing in life came for free so she leaned forward on her porcelain perch and waited for his request.


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Donnie Finch-Hatton - sixth year slytherin student • posh boy

- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff."
Message Me  - 14:44, August 1, 2018 (UTC)

"Your lifelong love and adoration," he deadpans, before looking up at her with a smirk. "Nothing. I guess I just have a thing for saving Serpents' lives." Donnie summons a towel over to wipe his hands where blood has gotten on his fingers, before looking around at the mess she has made of the bathroom; a quick spell cleans the sink, but her clothes are a different matter. They'll be stained pretty bad.
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Isabella Gaunt-Kingsley - sixth year slytherin ♔ serpent heir & prefect

-"She was unstoppable and she took everything she wanted with a smile."
Message Me – 14:52, August 1, 2018 (UTC)

"Get in line," she purred lowly, allowing herself to jest with him even if it was a bit cruel. "Yeah, well, don't start thinking we'll owe you anything. You have to cash your favors when they arise." Her gaze trailed along the sink, watching as the mess eveporated into thin air before peering at him again with a raised brow. Bella slipped from the sink and moved to the last stall, where she located a stashed bag full of clothing for situations just like this. Without really caring that Donnie was present, Bella peeled off her shirt and replaced it with a clean one.


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Donnie Finch-Hatton - sixth year slytherin student • posh boy

- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff."
Message Me  - 14:56, August 1, 2018 (UTC)

She's so obvious, it's nearly laughable - still, he doesn't divert his eyes, because why would he? "I don't think you do owe me anything," he says innocently. "You can just do nice things for people sometimes. Without expecting anything back. You should try it sometime."
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Isabella Gaunt-Kingsley - sixth year slytherin ♔ serpent heir & prefect

-"She was unstoppable and she took everything she wanted with a smile."
Message Me – 15:02, August 1, 2018 (UTC)

She pulled out the curls that were trapped beneath the shirt and stashed the clean clothing back into the stall. Who gave a shit about a bag of clothes? Bella then balled up the bloody shirt and moved back toward Donnie and the makeshift infirmary she had set up. Snagging the cloth, she balled it with the shirt and then piled everything back into the small container. "Not my style," she said simply and then stuck it back under the sink. She knew she'd have to burn the shirt and cloth, which sort of pissed her off because that was her favorite shirt. Isabella finally grapped the red leather jacket off the floor and slid it on. "Plus, I read somewhere that being nice gives you wrinkles." She had been nice once. Or at least tolerable - but Donnie never knew that side.


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Donnie Finch-Hatton - sixth year slytherin student • posh boy

- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff."
Message Me  - 20:35, August 1, 2018 (UTC)

That little infirmary she's set up is quite interesting; Donnie watches as she packs everything away, making a mental note of all the equipment in case he should ever find himself in need of it. He's sure Izzy won't mind if he nicks a bandage one day. "Oh, you should be perfectly ageless then?" A small, teasing smile crosses his face as he hands back the needle which she'd left by the sink.
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Isabella Gaunt-Kingsley - sixth year slytherin ♔ serpent heir & prefect

-"She was unstoppable and she took everything she wanted with a smile."
Message Me – 13:30, August 2, 2018 (UTC)

Isabella expressed her annoyance through an exasperated sigh and snagged the needle from his hand. Instead of going through all the effort to take her kit out and put it back in, she slipped the little silver pin down the sink drain and acted like nothing happened. "You wag your tongue a lot. I could always fix that issue and cut it out," she purred and grabbed onto his face a little roughly, staring at him through narrowed eyes. "Add it to my collection."


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Donnie Finch-Hatton - sixth year slytherin student • posh boy

- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff."
Message Me  - 12:23, August 3, 2018 (UTC)

The image of cutting out tongues makes Donnie think of Chicago mafia gangs or bad video games, and it makes him laugh - probably not the reaction she was going for. "You collect tongues? Freak," he smirks, going over to the sink to watch the splashes of blood from his hands. They've dried a bit, turning brown at the edges. "Is that a specific fetish of yours I need to note down?"
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Isabella Gaunt-Kingsley - sixth year slytherin ♔ serpent heir & prefect

-"She was unstoppable and she took everything she wanted with a smile."
Message Me – 12:27, August 3, 2018 (UTC)~

"That was a joke," she said and turned to watch him, even moving a bit closer to lean her side against the sink as her dark eyes fixated on him. "I mean, it wouldn't hurt to take note." She couldn't help but allow an evil little smile to tug at her lips. "The entirely morbid thing about this all is you sorta look almost hot with blood on you," she said, eyes flicking down to check if the red polish was still intact.


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Donnie Finch-Hatton - sixth year slytherin student • posh boy

- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff."
Message Me  - 12:30, August 3, 2018 (UTC)

Her comment both amuses and intrigues him, and his eyes flick up as he scratches at a patch of blood, trying to remove the stain. "Oh, yeah? Wish I could say the same to you," he retorts, though his tone is a lot lower and... well, more flirtatious then his words would suggest. "I feel like it's a common look for your lot."
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Isabella Gaunt-Kingsley - sixth year slytherin ♔ serpent heir & prefect

-"She was unstoppable and she took everything she wanted with a smile."
Message Me – 12:34, August 3, 2018 (UTC)

She leaned over the sink, purposefully obstructing his view of the water that turned a weird, off pink and vanished down the drain. She bit her lip in a playful manner and ignored his attempts to jab at her, eyes set on the prize. "Elizabeth Bathory believed bathing in blood would keep her young and beautiful. Estimated six hundred and fifty victims. I'm just trying to channel my inner Hungarian noblewoman." She wasn't even Hungarian but the point still stood.


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Donnie Finch-Hatton - sixth year slytherin student • posh boy

- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff."
Message Me  - 12:40, August 3, 2018 (UTC)

"I'm not sure you realise just how insane that sounded." Drying his hands on the towel, Donnie can't help but grin at her words; yeah, she's absolutely crazy, but Izzy certainly has a weird, magnetic pull he can't seem to draw himself from. "And you aren't Hungarian."
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Isabella Gaunt-Kingsley - sixth year slytherin ♔ serpent heir & prefect

-"She was unstoppable and she took everything she wanted with a smile."
Message Me – 12:47, August 3, 2018 (UTC)

Isabella wiggled her hips much like a cat ready to spring but instead straightened a fraction so that he could finish washing his hands with the ounce of peace that remained. "Crazy? Probably." She glanced into the mirrow and subconsciously begun to touch the scar across her throat, which was still the biggest strain on her self esteem. "Nope. Just British," she said and popped the 'p' playfully, using this mirror time to reapply a matte red lipstick. "I hear I was born on the Italian alpes though."


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Donnie Finch-Hatton - sixth year slytherin student • posh boy

- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff."
Message Me  - 12:51, August 3, 2018 (UTC)

In the mirror, he spots the white lightning bolt across her neck - an obvious scar, presumably where someone has tried to take her out at some point. However, he wants to see just how much she trusts him, so he nods towards it, careful to keep his eyes focused but not to stare like a loon. "Where did, er -" he begins, seeing it again as she applies the lipstick. "Where did that come from?"
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Isabella Gaunt-Kingsley - sixth year slytherin ♔ serpent heir & prefect

-"She was unstoppable and she took everything she wanted with a smile."
Message Me – 12:56, August 3, 2018 (UTC)

The redhead slipped the lipstick back into a pocket of her jacket and begun to pull apart curls that threatened to combine, her brown eyes slipping over him. "A knife," she said, stating the obvious with a grin before straightening up. "I had my throat cut," she explained and stood before him, extending her neck ever so slightly so he could look at it better. "My only regret is allowing him to get away - suppose I didn't have a choice as I bled out."


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Donnie Finch-Hatton - sixth year slytherin student • posh boy

- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff."
Message Me  - 13:01, August 3, 2018 (UTC)

His brow dips a little at the casualness of her response; whether it's out of concern for himself, Xavi or Izzy, he genuinely cannot tell. "Who was it?"
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Isabella Gaunt-Kingsley - sixth year slytherin ♔ serpent heir & prefect

-"She was unstoppable and she took everything she wanted with a smile."
Message Me – 13:20, August 3, 2018 (UTC)

Isabella lowered her chin and squinted at him slightly, as if she were trying to figure him out. Why was he so interested in everything to do with the Serpents? The only two conclusions that came to mind was that he was a spy or that he was geniunely curious. "I don't know who he is. I just know who he works for."


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Donnie Finch-Hatton - sixth year slytherin student • posh boy

- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff."
Message Me  - 13:23, August 3, 2018 (UTC)

He is genuinely curious, as he always is in life. Turning around and hoisting himself up onto the counter, he kicks his legs back and forth like a lazy swimmer as he listens, before his eyebrows shoot up. "Who he works for? Are there rival gangs running around too? Bloody hell. This sounds like West Side Story."
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Isabella Gaunt-Kingsley - sixth year slytherin ♔ serpent heir & prefect

-"She was unstoppable and she took everything she wanted with a smile."
Message Me – 13:27, August 3, 2018 (UTC)

Isabella grabbed onto his knees, red finger nails digging into the fabric of his pants as she pulled herself closer to him. "Do you have a will made? Because I'm dead convinced you have a death wish," she said and narrowed her eyes up at him. "If I tell you all this information, you'll end up with a massive red target on your back that screams to be hit. Do you not understand that? Or is my scar not real enough for you?" she snarled with annoyance.


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Donnie Finch-Hatton - sixth year slytherin student • posh boy

- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff."
Message Me  - 13:32, August 3, 2018 (UTC)

The hand on his trousers only excites him further, but his logical mind prevails and he leans in to meet her, expression and stance just as challenging as hers. "Sweetheart, we're in the Hogwarts bathrooms," he says, voice low. "Unless you've got wires and cameras rigged up, who the hell is going to find out what you've told me? Do you think I can't keep secrets?" It then occurs to Donnie that really, she knows nothing about him. Neither does Xavi. All they know is that he's a posh London kid.
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Isabella Gaunt-Kingsley - sixth year slytherin ♔ serpent heir & prefect

-"She was unstoppable and she took everything she wanted with a smile."
Message Me – 13:36, August 3, 2018 (UTC)~

Isabella matched him by moving in too, meeting his gaze challengingly. "I've got a fourteen year old Legilimens running rampet in Hogwarts that was kidnapped by them. They can do it again and I'm not done with her yet - she can see all my memories. She can feel everything. So as long as you continue to interrogate me, you're digging yourself a deeper grave," she spat angrily. "You clearly don't understand the risks enough to be told any of this and why should I, Twinkletoes? What do I get out of this deal? Helping to fuel your posh, rich-kid dreams of a live-action movie? This is real life and people die."


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