Ceallach's Room

[JadieLou]

This room has been kept open for Miss o Raghallaigh, under special conditions, and has been decorated by her, to make her feel more at home. This is where she will stay will she's not a Hogwarts.

[JadieLou]

Chris opened the door to Ceallach's room, dragging her trunk behind him. He was buggered. What did she have in there? Bricks? Mind you, she was sitting on it at the moment. He thought it would be funny for her to try and stay on it as he pulled it up the steps. Stupid idea. Her balance, it seemed, was perfect. She didn't even waiver the whole way! He was quite annoyed at himself. Not that he particularly wanted her to fall down the stairs, but it would have been funny. He dragged the trunk, with her still seated crosslegged on top, into the middle of the room, dumping it, finally making her move. She almost fell off actually.
"Well, I hope you had fun. My arms are dying," he said, still smiling though. He'd smiled a lot since meeting her. The details of their last meeting still vivid in his mind. He picked her up, her legs still tightly crossed, and dumped her on her bed. He shook his head, watching her trying to get up, while still keeping her legs crossed.

[Ceallach o Raghallaigh]

Ceallach laughed, sitting crosslegged on her trunk as he hauled it up the steps to her room. It seemed he thought he'd be able to make her fall off. She was a ballerina; her posture and balance was perfect. When he dropped the trunk in the middle of the room, that was the first time she'd waivered, almost falling off.
"I did have fun. Classic watching your face when I didn't fall off," she laughed. She was in a real childish, playful mood, so when he picked her up, she kept her legs crossed. When he threw her down on the bed, she kept them crossed as well, trying to sit up on a bed with only your arms is hard work. But, she managed it, smiling up at him when she sat up.
She leaned up and pulled him down beside her, his head landing in her lap. Good thing she was wearing jeans today. He just lay there, with her looking down at him, stroking his hair softly.

[JadieLou]

Chris gasped as she pulled him down onto the bed. When his head landed in her lap, he was going to sit back up again. But she didn't seem to mind, so he stayed there, lying with his head in her lap, and her fingers stroking his hair. It had been a long time since he'd lain like this. He smiled, looking up her, into her eyes, those chocolate eyes, he couldn't get enough of when she'd first got here.
Then he snapped to his senses. He sat up, sitting in front of her, still looking into her eyes.
"Ceallach. I'm glad to have you back," he said softly. Then he nodded his head curtly, before standing and making his way to the door.

[Ceallach o Raghallaigh]

DIFFERENT DAY

Ceallach walked into her room, closing the door behind her. When the door clicked shut, she almost collapsed, finally being able to show her pain. She sighed. pulling herself up into a standing position and took herself over to the bathroom, stripping off her clothes and looking at herself in the mirror. She was definately in better shape, wound wise, than the boys were, especially Zach. She actually felt sorry for him. She had no way of controlling herself. Today, she had told her first lie for a long time. It had happened like that before. Worse, in fact. She didn't like to think about it. She's all but changed. Her teeth grew and sharpened, her fingernails became claw-like, and the only human thing left was her actual body. That poor guy didn't live to tell the tale. She'd mawled him to death. Sure, he'd got in a few good swipes, she had the scars to prove it, and reminder what she'd done.

She looked at her neck, ran her hand over it and watched the skin close itself. She sighed, concentrating on healing herself. She was in pain. Maybe it was a bad idea, because once those boys were taken over, they went like there was no tomorrow. She sighed, running her fingers over the scratch she'd made on her leg, watching the skin knit itself back together. She pointed her finger at the shower and it started. She sighed and stepped into it, feeling the warm water pounding on her skin. It worked a gem to soothe and calm her muscles, along with her ability to heal herself from the inside out. She needed healing on the inside, definately. She wouldn't say no to them again, but, she'd just have to put up with the pain.

A while later, she stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her and drying her hair. She looked around for some clothes, setting on some shorts and a singlet. Then, she went back into the bathroom, running her fingers throught her hair, feeling them heat up and her hair dry. When her hair was completely dry, she padded over to the bed, slipped beneath the covers and fell immediately asleep, ignoring her stomach's cries for food.