Bath Area

[Krysta Hedwig]

Krys blew at the bubbles and smiled.
"Nahh. Prefects let their friends in all the time. No one cares." she said reaching her arm out in front of her and studying the bubbles between her fingers. Whatever was in the water was soaking through the mud and blood and it wasn't long at all before her skin was clean, porcelain white as usual. She sighed again and felt her hair. It still felt pretty disgusting.
"Ceal do you mind washing my hair for me? My arm hurts." she asked with a small pout. She hated to ask her friend for anything more; she'd done so much already.

[Ceallach o Raghallaigh]

"Fair enough," Ceallach said, shrugging her shoulders. This was the life. Being a prefect definately had it's upsides! She looked over at Krysta as she spoke again.
"Oh. I suppose I could do that for you," she said, as if it was a massive strain. She chuckled though, to make sure it was noticable she was joking. She looked around, and saw some bottle's of shampoo and conditioner. Leaning over, she grabeed them and settled behind Krysta. She massaged the shampoo in, trying not to gag. "Ugh. Your hair is gross," she teased. The blood had caked into it. Eventually the shampoo ate through it, and it was feeling a lot better. "Head back," she said, trying not to laugh, as she tipped Krysta's head back to wash the shampoo out. She conditioned Krysta's dark locks and then sat back.
"There you go," she said, smiling.

[Krysta Hedwig]

Krys giggled as Ceal pretended to be put out. She sighed as Ceal settled behind her and began washing her hair. She closed her eyes, enjoying the slight head massage. She laughed when Ceal told her how gross it was.
"Sorry." she giggled. "That feels good, though." she said appreciatively. She let Ceal tilt her head back, rinsing the suds from her hair. When she'd finished she pulled her now clean hair forwards and ran her fingers hard down it. It squeaked between her fingers and she smiled.
"Thanks hun, that's great." she said with a smile. She was starting to feel herself again. She leaned back against the dge of the bath and gently swam her legs back and forth beneath her, flexing her muscles as they began to regain their strength.
"I don't know how to thank you, Ceal. I really owe you one...I owe you about 500 actually." she said sincerely.

[Ceallach o Raghallaigh]

Ceallach laughed, feeling herself returning to normal again, as her body relaxed and her strength returned. "You'll just have to be my slave for the rest of our lives," she laughed, shrugging her shoulders. "This is so good," she moaned. Her muscles were pretty much back to full strength, but, she felt like she never wanted to move again.

[Krysta Hedwig]

Krysta threw Ceal a sardonic look and raised an eyebrow.
"Slave? For you?" she asked suspiciously. "Then I want a contract written up making it clear what is and isn't expected of me." she said sternly and then grinned. She fell silent for a while throwing Ceal a few furtive glances, feeling slightly awkward.
"So um...I suppose an explanation is long past due, huh?" she said sheepishly. Ceallach hadn't once asked her what had happened. Either she was too exhausted tot hink about it, or she didn't really care. Knowing Ceal it could have been either.

[Ceallach o Raghallaigh]

Ceallach shook her head. "Not that sort of slave, Krysta! Ugh! I mean like doing my laundry, saving my life every now and again wouldn't go a miss either," she laughed.
"Yeah. An explanation would be nice," she said, turning her head to look at Krysta. She'd really been too exhausted to think about anything properly, let alone try to comprehend all this.

[Krysta Hedwig]

Krys chuckled.
"Laundry and life-saving: check." she agreed, blowing bubbles at Ceallach playfully. She couldn't help finding it funny that Ceal found the idea of sleeping with Krys disgusting. When they'd first met she knew he friend had found her attractive. She was glad it was like this though. Ceal was a good friend.

She sighed and stretched her arms out either side of her along the edge of the bath. She wasn't quite sure where to start. She wasn't even sure how much Ceal already knew about her.
"How much do you know?" she asked, deciding to be honest and open. She respected Ceal too much to pretend she thought Ceal was ignorant, when she knew damn straight that she wasn't.

[Ceallach o Raghallaigh]

"How much do I know. I know you're some mythical being that is going to say the world from evil," Ceallach chuckled. "To be honest, not much. I've read stuff, but that's about it."

[Krysta Hedwig]

Krysta laughed a little.
"You make me sound like a Unicorn or something. Nah I'm a witch, just like you. I have have a few extra powers to help me do my job, but I'm just as mortal as anyone else as this school." she began, looking at her wounds as though to demonstrate the fact. She sighed. The beginning was pobably the best way to go about this.
"The veil between our world and the demon world is thinner than you may think. Sometimes the bastads get through and start stirring things up a bit. A very long time ago the 'powers that be' decided to try and protect the mortal realm by giving a Coven of witches powers to fight demons and send them back where they belong. They passed the powers down to their daughters and so on and so on...and now I'm all that's left. But my Mother died before I reached maturity and I'm kinda on my own in this. I'm having to learn it all by myself." she stopped to take a deep breath and played with the bubbled absent-mindedly.
"You remember before Christmas I asked you for help with my wandless magic? Well it was totally out of control. I just couldn't control my power, it was too strong. But then I went through the transferrance and my body adapted to the power." she stopped again and frowned.
"But then the dreams started. I started getting what Mum used to call 'the callings'. Basically, when I'm needed I'm sent a dream, showing me what my target is, where it is and usually a surround sound display of the damage it's doing. It's then up to me to stop it. That's what happened last night. I had a dream of the Morlock; a level 2 demon. It's nothing more than a footsoldier, but here on earth the damage it can do is devestating. It was terrorizing a village in Africa. To begin with it was stealing their herds, then it moved onto the children..." she trailed off and turned away. The images were sickening in her head.
"It was my first charge. I went in totally unprepared. But when you get called you have to go. It practically tore me apart...as you saw." she explained. She sighed again. "If it hadn't been for..." she stopped. Ceal didn't need to know everything. That information was for Sebastian only. "It nearly had me." she continued. "I may be green but I'm still me." she said firmly. "I sent him back to hell in a matchbox." she conclued, lifting her chin in a slightly arrogant manner, staring into space with a slight grin playing in her lips.
"I used the last of my power to apparate back here...and the rest you know." she finished lightly, tilting her head back and rested it on the floor behind her.

[Ceallach o Raghallaigh]

Ceallach listened with wide eyes. "Oh okay. Sounds fair enough. Sounds all very interesting to me. Glad it's not me though. You can have all the glory to yourself," she concluded. "This is going to wear you out isn't it?"

[Krysta Hedwig]

Krys shook her head and closed her eyes.
"Glory? I'd rather keep this quiet thank you very much. The Ministry tried to force the Coven to do work for them once, take advantage of their powers. It didn't go very well. No, I'd rather keep a low profile." she said, playing with the bubbles again. "Too many people know as it is." she added in a low voice. She sighed, letting out a long, deep breath. The water felt amazing.
When Ceal told her it was going to wear her out Krys stared into the water for a moment and shrugged.
"I guess...maybe I'll get used to it. Of course if I knew someone who could let me into the Prefect Bathroom every now and then it would it easier one me..." she said suggestively with a wink.

[Ceallach o Raghallaigh]

"I'm not going to say a word," Ceallach said, making as if she was zipping up her lips and throwing away the key. She sighed, as if letting Krysta into the bathroom would be the last thing she would think of doing. "I suppose. Bella might do it," she joked. "Of course. If it helps, then I'll do it."

[Krysta Hedwig]

"Thanks Ceal." she said sincerely. She stared into the water again, hoping she wasn't outstaying her welcome. She'd completely decimated Ceallach's day. She'd probably had plans, people to see and things she wanted to do. Instead she'd been babysitting Krysta.
"I really am grateful for everything you've done." she said, wanting her friend to know how much she appreciated it. "The next time we go drinking it's one me, ok?" she added.

Krysta was starting to feel a lot more relaxed. The pain in her body was a dull ache now. There were things she should be doing. She had to write her report in the journal, she should see Simon and tell him what had happened. She wanted to see Sebastian. She was also pretty hungry and tired. And yet somehow the water was just so relaxing she couldn't be bothered to move from it. For the hundredth time she sighed.

[Ceallach o Raghallaigh]

Ceallach smiled. "What are friends for," she said, happily. She picked up some fleeting thoughts from Krysta and she frowned. "Krysta, don't worry about my day. I had nothing planned anyway. I wasn't about to leave you there," she reasoned. She laughed when Krysta said their next drinking visit was on her. "That could be an expensive exercise," she chuckled.

Ceallach felt like she was about to fall asleep. Her head was resting on the floor behind her, and her legs were floating ahead of her. "This is so good. I could get used to this," she muttered.

[Krysta Hedwig]

"Mmmmmm, this is good." she agreed. "I know you wouldn't have left me but...you know." she shrugged and smiled weakly. "It's Xander I feel sorry for." she added. "He must think I'm into some right dodgy stuff." she grimmaced. She suddenly laughed. "I wish I'd seen the look on his face when you stabbed me!" she cried and started laughing.
"Oooh, ow...woa." she suddely groaned. Her head was swimming and she felt a little queasy. "Ok, it's time to cut this party short. If I don't get food soon I'm gonna pass out." she explained. She had lost a hell of a lot of blood after all. "What time is it anyway? Is it dinner time yet?" she asked hopefully as she began to lift herself out of the bath. She'd lost all track of time. She summoned a towel from the changing area and wrapped it around herself.