Silence of the Lamb

[wwistful]

WHO: Murdoc Donoghue and Kurloz Makara
TONE: Dark (Arts)
RATING: R?
WHEN: Backdated to during the week (October 23~)
WHERE: Murdoc's office
WHAT: Kurloz needs a little extra help with unspoken spells for DADA.


It's about four o'clock in the afternoon when Murdoc finally gets a brief moment alone to recline in his desk chair and relax. It's been a long day of classes for the Dark Arts Professor, but he isn't quite done yet. He's been giving one student in particular extra classes for some time now and today is no exception. In fact, today would be a particularly important lesson for the young man. He ponders, glancing toward a well sealed cupboard that he'd recently had moved into his office. A fine test of unspoken spells for the young man, he thinks. Boggarts, afterall, react more strongly to emotions than words.

Kurloz, the student in question, was a strange boy indeed. Though, he seemed reasonably amiable in the time Murdoc had spent around him, he's unsure how much of that stems from the fact that he's mute. In an effort to try get some important discussions across, he had been teaching himself a few signs in order to make the lessons run smoothly. It would be particularly important in a situation like this, but he's sure Kurloz is more than ready for it.

He'd warned him before the lesson what he would be taking on, of course, but he wonders if he knows what he's in for.

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[innocent_insanity]

Taking a bracing breath, Kurloz struggles to his feet, leaning heavily against the desk. He pockets his wand and signs:

Ready when you are.

[wwistful]

Murdoc watches him struggle for a moment before he takes a wordless step forward and reaches for Kurloz' arm. He hooks his arm under it and pulls the boy next to him, making himself a human crutch.

"It will do neither of us any good if you collapse in the hallway." He grumbles, pushing open the door and leading them both out. He resists the urge to sigh, but that was a damn tiring lesson.

[innocent_insanity]

Kurloz sighs for him, leaning against the professor and wobbling for the Hospital Wing and signing tiredly:

Sorry about this.

[wwistful]

Murdoc walks at a reasonable pace, trying not to be too fast so that the lad can keep up, but he doesn't want to linger and attract the attention of his peers. That's the last thing either of them need right now.

"S'alright. Just know that we'll be talkin' about it in the future." He says in a stern voice, leading the boy into the infirmary and sitting him down on a bed.

"You sit tight, I'll fetch a nurse." He gives Kurloz a nod before turning on his heels to find one of the workers for the boy.

[innocent_insanity]

If you insist.

Kurloz watches the stern professor walk away and sighs, what little energy he has left slowly draining and making him slump to lie on his side. He stares blankly before him, focused more on the feel of his tongue running over the backs of his teeth.

[wwistful]

When Murdoc returns with the nurse, he's explaining the situation in the vaguest manner possible in hushed tones. Boggarts, you know. They have funny impacts on people. It's not long before the nurse waves him off and he takes a few steps back whilst nodding at Kurloz.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Makara."

He nods again before turning on his heel, taking his leave from the infirmary.

[innocent_insanity]

Kurloz's eyes flick up to blink at the nurse and the professor who soon retreats. As the nurse begins to check his vitals and whatnot, Kurloz closes his eyes and sighs, a gentle flicker of gratitude brushing at Murdoc's mind as he leaves.