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February, 2019
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Spencer ☆ Spencer Quidditch Team Seeker, Pro WrestlerKirupachi
15 year old Halfblood Human ☆ She/Her

It was nothing short of a miracle. Amber had made it across Footy Park after a few hour long detour (thanks to her need to nap and the familiar stranger). It only took what it felt like an eternity as the agony irradiating along her spine and dorsal muscles made it very difficult to stand up, or sit down, or lie down, or anything for that matter; let alone actually walk all the way home. The sun was setting in the distance, indicating it was way past dinner time.

Oh boy. That wasn't good.

Her feet slowly, painfully dragged themselves along the pavement as she walked to the front porch of the Townsend household, more akin to baby steps than anything else. Climbing the little set of stairs in front of the entryway was oddly easier to accomplish when compared to having walked all the way from the gym by her own foot - at least she had the side railing to lean on for support. Sweat dripping from her forehead and down her face, the Spencer finally made it home.

Now, to be stealthy. If she was caught, she'd have to explain the whole thing; and if she did, she was dead. She and her wonderful niece/co-conspirator. The only thing that was left to do was to sneak in, collapse, hope she wasn't found, and sleep it off. It couldn't be that serious, right? She was known for her endurance, for crying out loud! It was probably just some sort of temporary trauma soreness, to an extreme degree. If push came to shove she could always duck into Tallygarunga's nurse's office the following day and ask for some potion to numb the pain or something.

Painstakingly reaching for her set of keys from within her pants' right pocket --did her shoulders have to hurt so much too?!--, she retrieved them and slid them into the little slit in the lock from the outside as silently as she could, slowly turning the key until she opened the door. Baby step by baby step, she moved into the house. Pulling the deadbolt back so not to make any noise when closing the door, she released a mute sigh of relief with the success. She was quite talented at being loud; it was time to see if she could be quiet.

Pain notwithstanding, she could barely breathe as she struggled through the path that led to her bedroom. 'Please don't hear me, please don't hear me, please don't hear me...' The girl clung to the walls for support. It didn't make the pain go away one bit, but it certainly made it easier to move around without wanting to scream out with the torturous agony.

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Narragyambie ☆ Doctor/Healer, Investor, Non-human Support Networker★ LilyCat
249 year old Pureblood Veela ☆ She/Her

Sibylla was more than well aware of the time. Not only had Amber missed dinner, but it had also got dark, and it was near the height of the longest days of the year. Where on Earth was that girl? The mother had afforded some leniency, considering what Amber had gone through, allowing her the extracurricular activities, which she kept secret from her for reasons that Sibylla could only judge as something she would not like. Thankfully, she was aware that Gemini knew about what Amber did, and that was at least enough to give the older woman at least a little comfort, knowing that her granddaughter was looking out for her when she couldn't be there herself. She did worry though still. She noticed every bruise that popped up, ever limp or wince or painful stretch that the girl made. The two and a half century old woman was not an idiot. She didn't particular like being treated like one either.

So it was that Sib was waiting patiently for the very quiet sound of the door opening and closing, those small creaks that the floorboards made as the girl attempted to sneak through the house. She could even almost feel the pain in the sounds that she made in her wake. The steps were off slightly, her breathing weak. Unlike Amber though, Sibylla could move silently, and she was right behind the girl when she finally spoke quietly.

"Late night out tonight, and you're looking as though you were almost run over by a bus or two," Sibylla wore a small frown to accompany the words as she looked over and assessed the girl that she had promised to take care of and keep safe. This was beginning to get beyond ridiculous with the amount of sneaking combined with the damage that was done to her. "Come on, let's get you sitting on the sofa so that I can take a proper look and get some of that healed up, while you start telling me what it is exactly that you do. I've been lenient, but I think it's only fair that you at least be honest with me, don't you?"

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