SWIMMINGGEDDON.

[wwistful]

WHO: Murdoc Donoghue and YOU
TONE: Fun, WHIMSICAL, horrifying
RATING: PG-13 and onward
WHEN: September 7th
WHERE:  The Lake.
WHAT:  After this Murdoc realised the children (and staff) of Hogwarts were in dire need of swimming lessons.
STATUS: Ongoing

[GATHER AROUND CHILDREN it's a warm summer day and the lake is perfect for diving into your sudden but inevitable deaths. You should all be dressed in your swimming trunks (which you clearly have don't even lie) because Murdoc sure is. He's determined to conduct this in the best manner he can, though he wasn't quite expecting the turn out to be so large. People who can swim are welcome to become his assistants because he could probably use the help.]

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[wwhatevver]

[Prior to this amazing arrangement, a nice little scuffle with a certain Slytherin girl. As much as he would have enjoyed getting more hits in, he ended up walking away (or uh limping away, if you're going by technical terms) from the scuffle with a nice black eye, broken pair of glasses, a ton of scratches, and some nice bruising to go along with it.

Did that stop him from not trying to show up late to this terrible travesty? Oh no, he wouldn't miss out on watching people look stupid. Even if he was hurting real bad right now Especially since he just got done looking stupid himself.

Anyways hi don't mind this fool he's sort of just sitting himself out away from the pack with his bad eye not facing towards anyone right now, nor is he going to change just yet. Yep, there should be no attention drawn towards the freckled kid without his glasses on and not trying to communicate with anyone. This is a completely good idea, he thinks anyways.]

[nomorals]

[She's more or less just here to watch everyone fool themselves, really, plus it's nice and quiet out on the grounds. Not as many people out here as there are in the castle. Sun be damned. Marceline adjusts her sunhat to make sure it keeps her face from view of the sun, her uniform covering pretty much everything else along with the help of a pair of leather gloves.

When she spots Eridan, she raises an eyebrow at the black eye before moving over to him, squatting and draping her arms over her knees as she looks at him and back to the doofuses trying to swim.]

You here for the freakshow too?

[wwhatevver]

[Oh yay, just what he somewhat didn't need right now. Eridan turns a hair towards her, then also back to the water. He gives her a chuckle, although it's about half forced right now. He doesn't know if he can actually produce a genuine laugh right about now.]

Ahh, yeah, since we're all fully aware of what he can do, it's not like I'm far behind on how to swim an' all. Probably go out into the water later, just... not. At the moment.

[Boy you stop soundin' funny right this instant.]

[nomorals]

[She's known him long enough to know when he's forcing himself to laugh and she frowns a little, crossing her legs now. Marceline purses her lips together, knowing he probably doesn't want to talk about it, but she doesn't like seeing him like this.]

What's really up, Eri?

[wwhatevver]

[He knows he can't keep this charade up much longer, especially around Marceline. Whenever she asks the question, he gently places his hands over his face, rubbing a little bit. He does want to at least say something, but he doesn't want to give the whole thing away. The boy slowly moves his hands down from his face, looking over. ]


I... got into a fight. [Eridan ffs thank you for pointing out the obvious.]

[nomorals]

No. Really? I couldn't have guessed.

[Her tone is a little dry, but not teasing. She raises an eyebrow, leaning back on her hands. She's no stranger to Eridan getting into fights but this one must've been serious if he's sulking about it.]

Who with?

[wwhatevver]

Yeah that was... a bit obwious, wasn't it? [With a quiet sigh, Eridan crosses his arms. It's not like this wasn't going to get around sooner or later, why not tell his best friend first what happened.

Even if he's still reluctant because ow did it hurt in so many ways.]

Wris kicked my ass.

[nomorals]

[She pauses a moment before looking back out over the lake. She knew how much of a prideful person Eridan was, and that had to be a huge hit to his ego. Especially since he lost to a girl. Still, Marceline let out a low whistle, leaning back on her hands.]

Wow. Guess that explains why she was pissed.

[wwistful]

[Murdoc had been waiting for Eridan to arrive for some time. He'd been idly watching the outskirts of the lake, waiting to see the familiar freckled face appear, but he'd been far too busy to actually get up and search.

He supposes the offer to join him had been forgotten, or that he had better things to do than come watch his father swimming about like an idiot. He still can't help being a little worried.

So when he does catch him out of the corner of his eye, sitting on the outskirts instead of joining, he wonders how long he'd been sitting there. Paddling to the edge of the lake, not close enough to get a proper look at his face, he calls out to him]

Eridan! C'mere!

[wwhatevver]

[Ooh, spotted. Eridan might have flinched when he heard his name, quickly trying to make it look as if he were just spacing out and didn't hear his father at first. He turns a hair to him and raises an arm, already trying to stand.]

Ah... Comin'.

[Oh. This is a bad idea already.

When he stands up, he tries not to make his limp as visible as it could be, even though oh god that hurt worse. In fact, he doesn't make it the entire way, settling for a few feet from the shoreline.

Yeah, he's going to be somewhat stubborn.]

[wwistful]

[Yeah, you can't hide that much of a limp, boy. Murdoc stares for a moment before scrambling out of the lake and meeting him halfway.

A hand goes straight for his chin, tilting his head gently to the side as he leans in to inspect the injuries with a very worried expression.]

Have you been fightin'?

[wwhatevver]

[Oh boy. This is exactly what he didn't want to happen, even though he knew for a fact that was going to happen. Even when his father comes near and tilts his head by his chin, he can't help but wince a little from the reach. Or maybe he was blinking or something. Who knows.]

Maybe. [Eridan knows that lie isn't going to work at all, and he decides to add to it, hoping that would help the situation.] I wasn't ewen pickin' for one.

[wwistful]

[Welp, he was going to find out eventually, better now than later. Maybe. He's inspecting every single bruise with a furrowed brow.]

Maybe!? [He makes an exasperated noise.] With who?

[wwhatevver]

[Here we go... This was everything he was expecting to happen. He stays quiet for a moment, looking away with his uninjured eye, before looking back. His voice lowers, because obviously this is really embarrassing for him to admit, especially to his father.]

I. Yeah, alright, I was fightin'. I got into a fight with Wris. [His pride hurts now. Ow.]

[thegluethatbinds]

[Teacher alert! It's hard to get anything by his radar, and Eridan's black eye doesn't go amiss. The boy also bears a resemblance to a certain professor who was out in the water at this point. Still, his colleague's son or no, it did look like he'd been in some sort of fight.]

Mr Ampora, you should probably go and see the Healer for that eye of yours.

[wwhatevver]

[And what does Eridan do whenever a teacher spots his injuries? He will completely lie about them.]

Ah, it's... it's alright sir, I'm fine without goin'. My eye'll get better.

[thegluethatbinds]

[Coulson frowns slightly, before he takes out his own wand.]

Hold still, Mr Ampora. Episkey.

[He knows at least the basic healing spells, and this was one of them. It should at least reduce the swelling on the black eye and take care of some of the bruises and scratches.]

[wwhatevver]

[Considering that he wasn't really going anywhere, he did as instructed. When Coulson sounds off the spell, he can feel a bit of a sensation over his injuries being healed a bit. ]

Oh. Oh uh... [Well, he still feels like crap, but not as much. His pride hurts the most right now, whoops. But at least he's kind enough to give him thanks right now.] Thank you, sir.

[thegluethatbinds]

It's no problem, but I would really advise proper medical attention from a Healer.

Did you get into a fight?

[wwhatevver]

Yeah, I'm not just gonna leawe this untouched. I'll head ower or somethin' soon, I just wanted to check in with my father. I promised him I was gonna end up attendin', and I figure he'd want to know where I am. [He rubs his temple, being careful of his eye.]

Astute obserwation, ewen though it's sort of obwious.

[strongjumps]

[ Equius of course found his way down to the lake for quite a few reasons. But, he didn't exactly plan on seeing Eridan looking so... disheveled. So even though he'd never say as much, he's actually a little concerned! There's no sobbing, no screaming... he's just completely avoiding people! And so Eridan will get the pleasure of being approached by good ol' Equius. ]

My goodness, Ampora. You look more pitiful than normal.

[wwhatevver]

[Honestly Eridan wasn't up for his company right now. He groans as he watches him approach, trying to not look as pitiful as he could have. Of course it isn't so bad, Equius could have been someone else that Eridan didn't want to talk to... but he's still someone that he didn't want to talk to right now. ]

Oh showe off Zahhak. I still look better than you do on any other day.

[strongjumps]

A black eye? No glasses? You're not even dressed for swimming. You look like quite the fool right now.

[ He can't stifle a condescending laugh. ]

Would you like to talk about it, though? It would be better than you crying into your journal.

[wwhatevver]

Still look better than you do. [He can't help but give a faint smirk for a second, though it certainly is dropped real fast.]

... My trunks are on underneath, alright? I didn't want to waste time changin' and I planned on just jumpin' on in since I obwiously don't need lessons.

[He shoots him a glare, trying hard to hold back wanting to slug him. ]

Whatewer could there be to talk about? I got my ass kicked, end of story. Also cram it because I'm not goin' to fuckin' cry about it in my journal like some first year who got into his first fight.

[strongjumps]

I assumed you would jump at the chance to show off your swimming prowess to the other students. I am honestly surprised that you are not swimming circles around some of the unfortunate souls already in the lake.

[ He smirks. That's a compliment, Ampora. You better appreciate it. ]

Who was it that so mercilessly brutalized you? And if you so stubbornly refuse to cry about it, is sulking any better?

[ Disapproving glare. And also a bit more of a smirk because pfft he got beat up. ]