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    (Blarg schedules are so intrusive. Freaking band concerts and math stuffs.)


    Hebe pulled the last of the bandages off of Cecil's stomach, tracing the cut with her finger. "I'm not a doctor, but I'm gonna put some more of that ointment on you then wrap it up again." The wound had stopped bleeding during the night, but it still looked rather painful. She got some more of the medical salve and dripped some trailing down the cut. "Sorry but I'm trying to save the stuff. And I don't know how your body works. How do you feel?" She asked absentmindedly, putting the salve back by the wall.

    (Sure.)
    Oh my god, Addis had expected the people watching the game to be loud, but this was like a deafening wall of pure noise. He wanted to cover his ears but shook it off, shaking off the noise. You can't let that get to you, stupid. Taylor got sick and now you have to play in his place. An older player of the Slytherin team knocked him roughly on the back supportingly, calming Addis down a little. It was almost night time and the game was going to start soon, his second one actually. First against Hufflepuff. He frowned, though they were nice, abliet a bit odd, their quittich players terrified him. A loud voice called over a speaker that the game was to begin soon.

    Addis got on his broom only after the other kids on his team did, wobbling a little before he found his balence. The other beater, Oliver, waved at him reassuringly with his bat, so Addis waved back with his own before flying a bit higher. This was one of the cooler parts of flying, all the games. A person walked onto the middle of the field, carrying that all familiar shaking box full of jinxed orbs. 5...4...3..

    (Yay! :3)


    Bailey fell right off the cough where had been sleeping when a thud echoed from the front of the house. "What the heck?" He scrambled over to the door, looking through the peephole, but didn't see anything. Angrily, Bailey opened the door to whatever had fallen and- oh my god there was an Inu on his porch. He instinctively backed up, then when he saw the other male was obviously in no condition to do anything, the cat-hybrid kneeled down and tapped him on the back. "What the heck?"

    Bailey shook Shiro's body again, then suddenly noticed how scrawny this boy was. "Oh my god, what happened to you?" He asked disdainfully. As most cats were, he was not a huge fan of canines or their hybrid children. "I guess..." He frowned. "I got to help you, don't I? God, my sister is going to kill me when she gets back.." With that, Bailey grabbed beneath the frighteningly skinny boy's shoulders and started pulling him inside. The house was quite warm inside, smelling like dust and febreeze.

    Bailey dragged the inu onto his couch, knowing he would have to get the smell off later on, then went over to the kitchen, rummaging through his food store. I swear to god this was a bad idea.. He sighed, then grabbed a half-full water bottle and some cereal, walking back to the living room and sitting warily next to Shiro. "I got food."

    (They have a scent. Don't ask how I know that. :3)
    Bailey awkwardly handed the inu boy a pink bowl of cereal, arguing with himself in his mind. You stupid stupid neko! You cant just let some dog boy into your house even if he's starving... He sighed, "I'm guessing you're really hungry.."

    Bailey backed away, still holding the water bottle. "Uh, I'm not going to take that from you, calm down!" Strangely though, it was fascinating to watch this boy eat like he hadn't in a month. "What the heck happened to you? Inu's are nearly as civil as we are, but to think it goes to this extent-" He caught himself mid-sentence. That wasn't a good idea to say.

    "Uh..." He hesitatively took the bowl and slowly walked back to the kitchen, the water bottle in his other hand. After a few seconds he grabbed some frozen waffles from the fridge and took it back to the starving boy on his couch. "How hungry are you anyway?" He didn't really expect an answer.

    "I'm not going to berate you if you're hungry, canine." Bailey stared at the inu curiously. "Eat the food before my sister gets home and flips out about you eating her waffle hoard." He smirked for a second, then looked over the boy again. "Are you okay?"

    "Um... thanks, I guess?" Hebe stopped wrapping the gauze then fastened it with a pin, scooting back over to her bedroll to stuff it in a corner someplace. "Like said, I'm only helping you out because I don't want to take care of a sick hybrid, thank you very much." She paused. Well that sounded bitchy... "In a few days, or whenever you heal up enough to run around, I'm going to take you with me on some trips. Need some help with something and you owe me."

    Hebe glanced down at her disorderly heap of health items, then tossed her bed pelt at Cecil. "I don't know. You can't do much without ripping your wound opening again for the next few days, I would guess. Known from experience but I don't know much about your specie-aha!" She jolted up, narrowly avoiding a knock on the head by the roof. "You can teach me about the anthro species! I only know what's written by humans, but learning it from one of you would be way better!"