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Professor Teaching Staff Blackbird
24 year old Halfblood Human ☆ He/Him

Alic was in a truly horrible mood.

He was, to be frank, out for blood.

At first, he'd been excited. He'd managed to get a small herd of Hippogriffs together to show off to his students, and had been damn proud of it. Aside from cats, they were some of his absolute favorite creatures, ranking only below Kneazels Magickal wise. They were large and beautiful, proud and strong, and none looked exactly the same.

He'd been feeding them, trying to ignore the students skulking around - after all, he would've done the same when he was their age. It wasn't every day you get to see a Hippogriff, especially not a herd of them. Even if they were staked down, to keep them from wandering. They couldn't fly, after all, the breeder whom had allowed him to borrow them had had their wings clipped as foals, and had been careful to make sure they stayed as such.

He'd turned his back for only a few seconds, and it had all gone to hell. There had been a tug at his waistband, and he'd spun, seeing the robes of a student go whipping out of sight. His wand was laying a few paces away, and he stepped over to grab it, stooping over.

And that's when he heard something snap. And then another something, and another. He'd only a moment to turn around before seeing the herd of Hippogriffs charging his way. "Aw hell!" Unable to grab his wand in time, he couldn't think of anything else other than to dive to the ground, curling into a ball and wrapping his arms over his head.

The Hippogriffs stampeded over him, sharp hind talons digging into his flesh and tearing at his robes. He gasped, tensing further in on himself, feeling a rib crack, and yep, there was a broken arm. Definitely. Ow. His head throbbed as a hoof made rather hard contact with it, eyes crossing.

Ow.

Only when he felt very sure that all of the Hippogriffs had passed did he begin to unfurl, a stream of words that should not be repeated around students pouring from his mouth. He stumbled to his feet, grabbing his wand and looking around. The Hippogriffs seemed to be long gone, and a quick wave of his wand informed him that they were off of Tally grounds, far enough away that he wouldn't worry about the students health. Thank Salazar the breeders had put tracking charms on the damned beasts which, he decided, were no longer his favorites.

Alic looked around, but the culprits were long gone, leaving only the frayed ropes dangling from their stakes. He bit out curses as he limped up to the buildings, heading towards the building that held the Hospital Ward. Any students in his way leaped clear out of the way upon hearing his snarled curses and seeing him with torn up robes, covered in blood, the usually cheerful and friendly teacher's face terrifying with rage.

He swept into the Hospital ward, wine-red eyes darting this way and that as he looked for one of the Healers.

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Professor Teaching Staff ☆ Transfiguration Professor/HealerSanctusX
27 year old Halfbreed Dhampir ☆ He/Him

Viktor, done with his lessons for the day, had set up shop within the Hospital Wing, organizing paperwork and taking time to tidy up. After all, keeping everything sterile and in clean, orderly shape was very important. Then, perhaps he would take some time to go over his work from the university; soon, he could sit another set of examinations and be another step closer to getting his certification in Magical Engineering. The man's blue eyes were focused upon the paperwork involing the ordering of supplies however, and not upon the various formulas he had frozen within his mind.

His eidetic memory worked wonders, suffice to say.

His senses soon caught something else however. Looking up from his work, Viktor couldn't help but sniff the air, the coppery scent of blood filling his nostrils and going straight to the centre of his brain. Blood. A lot of it. The dhampir stood up from his chair and quickly put on his lab coat; his ears could pick up the found of rapid footsteps approaching, and he knew he would be met with the unfortunate soul soon enough. 

If the footsteps weren't enough, the smell of blood became stronger and stronger; thankfully, he supposed, he had always been good and docile, never one to give in to his dhampiric nature. The smell of the blood, though enticing to that part of his nature, he kept any wanton feelings down and locked away. His blue eyes soon locked upon the eyes of the man now entering the wing, with eyes that were somewhat reminiscent of Viktor's twin brother and other family members.

"Alic," Viktor said, his tone calm and steady in the face of the man's darting eyes. "Sit here," he motioned, trying to get the man to settle upon one of the hospital wing beds. Viktor didn't start with the usual questions he asked of the students. Instead, the man immediately went about stopping the flow of blood, waving his wand and closing the wounds as quickly and efficiently as possible. Only once the the thread of blood loss was lessened did Viktor attempt to question him.

The rage upon Alic's face was of little consequence - Viktor was focused and in his Healer mindset.

Another small sniff - hippogriff. "The hippogriffs attacked you." Glancing at Alic's head, Viktor inquired as he shone a light into Alic's eyes to observe the dilation of his pupils, "You were hit on the head. Do you feel nauseous at all?

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Professor Teaching Staff Blackbird
24 year old Halfblood Human ☆ He/Him

Alic cradled his bleeding arm to his chest, wine-red eyes scanning the hospital wing. They soon caught on the blue ones of another man who stood slightly shorter than him. The man had dark hair, and a scruffy face. He recognized him vaguely as Viktor Valentin, Tallygarunga's Transfiguration Professor and one of the resident Healers.

The Care of Magical Creatures teacher nodded as he was addressed, directed to sit on a bed. He did as he was told, saying "Alright,", his accent thicker than it normally was, feeling the adrenaline beginning to fade, the world blurring at his edges.

He closed his eyes, taking deep breaths as Viktor began to seal the wounds, fighting a shudder at the odd feeling of skin stitching itself together. No matter how often he felt that, it never felt normal.

In the moment, he didn't question how Viktor knew he'd been attacked by the Hippogriffs, he assumed the man had seen it, or the wounds were typical for it. He nodded, only to regret it as his head spun, color draining from his face. "They did. Some students thought it would be funny to cut their ropes and stampede them." he hissed, flinching as light was shone into his eyes.

The Healer asked if he felt nauseous, and he paused for a moment, feeling his stomach roll. "Yes," he admitted reluctantly.

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Professor Teaching Staff ☆ Transfiguration Professor/HealerSanctusX
27 year old Halfbreed Dhampir ☆ He/Him

Viktor worked quickly and diligently, his senses keeping track of every change that Alic exhibited. Thicker accent, eyes closed, deep breaths. The Romanian worked to close the wounds, working on each one at a time. The smell of blood still permeated in the air, and Viktor knew that he would need to resupply the man with more.

The smell of hippogriff was still strong.

“Careful. No sudden movements,” Viktor directed the man, watching as the colour drained away from his face.

Viktor couldn’t help the frown that came to his face when Alic explained exactly what had happened. At the same time, the man was partially pleased at the flinch the man gave when the light was shone into his eyes; the eyes were reacted, which was good. The mention that he did feel nauseous however was less pleasing. 

“You didn’t happen to see which students caused that havoc, did you?” Viktor inquired as he finished closing the last of the wounds, and then removing the blood stains that marred Alic’s skin and clothing. Even if the man hadn’t seen which students, Viktor might have luck picking up their scent at the scene.

If not him, he could ask his father or even Uncle Igor to assist, although the latter was a hit or miss when asked to help out. 

Viktor grabbed an anti-nausea potion and passed it to Alic. “Here, drink this own, it’ll help. After, please lay back down on the bed and take some deep breaths again. I’m going to cast a spell to relieve any swelling you might have in the brain due to concussion.”

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Professor Teaching Staff Blackbird
24 year old Halfblood Human ☆ He/Him

Alic grimaced, looking away from the wounds which were stitching themselves up. It was unnatural and uncomfortable, like most magic. He was no stranger to blood, nor to healing, but watching his own skin grow together made his stomach turn.

That could be the blood loss, though.

He wasn't entirely sure at this point.

A scowl crossed his lips when he was asked if he'd seen the students, and he almost shook his head, before thinking better of it. "No, but if I'd had it would not be me you were tending to right now." he hissed, blood boiling at the thought. The students had hurt him, that was bad enough. But they could have injured the Hippogriffs and, if things had gone worse, the beasts could have been euthanized for it.

Opening his eyes, Alic accepted the anti-nausea potion. It would taste awful - most potions did, he knew that. So he held his breath before swallowing it, gulping it down as though it were a shot. The potion made him want to gag, but thankfully it was quick to settle his stomach. The dark haired professor then laid back as he was ordered, taking several deep breaths.

 

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