Closed it was an accident

[Mikael Nightray]

APPROVAL ID #125078​

Mikael had sent William on ahead to warn the nurse or inform a professor while he ran to the Hospital Wing, an unconscious Ayre on his back. A Featherlight spell had been cast on the unconscious Slytherin, and while Mikael hardly actually cared about the girl's survival, he was well aware of how appearances were important. And the appearance he needed to project now was a frantic Slytherin prefect who'd caused what could be a fatal accident. So yes, he had run from the Duelling Chamber to the Hospital Wing, a hint—just a hint—of distress on his usual calm facade. It wouldn't do to overdo it, after all. Just allow a crack in the mask. He was not known to be emotional in school after all. All the up and down the stairs with Elio in the last two years had paid off, and he'd managed to make it to the Hospital Wing in record time. He didn't even bother with coming in gently; he just slammed his body against the doors to open them. "Help," he croaked out because he was out of breath and supposedly distressed. If William had done his job right, the nurse would be ready.​

 

[Isabella Haden]

Isabella Haden was having a relatively normal day until a young Gryffindor gave her a warning that there was a student on their way up with another unconscious student. The Slytherin eventually made it up here and seemed to be a little out of breath, but her eyebrows furrowed. She pointed to one of the empty beds, "Here, put her here." Isabella had everything ready, but the thing was... Why this happened to begin with. "What happened?"​

 

[Mikael Nightray]

Mikael didn't even hesitate in bringing Morrie over to the bed. He maneuvered her around since he'd carried her on his back and carefully lowered her onto the bed as the nurse directed. He wasn't surprised when she'd asked what happened. Anyone would. "A snake," he said, moving quickly to unwrap the makeshift bandage—fabric cut from his own robes—around the girl's injured arm before stepping away, running a hand through his hair. "I... It was an accident," The hesitation came easily. It wasn't a lie after all. He was a student who didn't want to admit he'd done anything wrong. Hesitant about the consequences.

Mikael glanced at the figure on the bed and conjured up an image of his sister on the bed. It was difficult, but that was okay, admitting one's fault was not supposed to be easy. "It was my fault," he said, gritting his teeth. And then a breath, swallowing as if trying to bury the shame. "I was practicing wandless magic, and I wasn't paying attention. I didn't think anyone would be around this early," he explained, as he watched the nurse work. "I told her not to move and I tried to vanish it as fast as I could," and trailed off, fist clenched at his sides. He wasn't meant to be blameless. No. That would have been too suspicious— would raise too many questions. An accident—one that could've happened to anyone. One that could have easily had him on the bed too.​

 

[Isabella Haden]

Isabella kept her magenta eyes on the Slytherin prefect. For now, she had no choice but to accept his words, but she would also want to hear the injurer's side. She might have a completely different story. From what it looked like, as she got to work, was that this was a venomous snake. "So, you conjured, purposely, a venomous snake? A simple grass snake would have been best if you thought about the consequences." Isabella scolded, practically seeing one of her own children here from an older student's actions. It was hard to think about. "What's your name?" Isabella swiftly conjured a patronus to get the headmaster @Professor Matt Alcott-Ward up here since this was way above her paygrade. It was just, without the full story, and perhaps a truth telling serum, there was no telling what really happened - if Mikael was lying. Isabella had to consider all of the options after all. She had been a Slytherin prefect too. And she got away with too much as a kid.​

 

[Mikael Nightray]

There was usually a stillness to Mikael that was currently absent; he was almost fidgeting. Good. The nurse hadn't even finished speaking when Mikael interjected with a "I didn't intend to summon a venomous snake," with such indignation as if he couldn't even believe the accusation. "I didn't expect a f**king rattlesnake to pop out from a wandless Serpensortia either," because who even really knew how that spell worked. It's not like he got to decide what type of snake pops out from the spell, "I would have been happy for a tiny *ss grass snake!" And now he was sounding... well, rattled, for lack of a better word, as he began pacing back and forth, running an almost shaky hand through his hair. He paused as the nurse asked for his name and looked up at the nurse again. "Mikael. Mikael Nightray," he said.​

 

[Isabella Haden]

"Watch, Your. Mouth," Isabella hissed. There wasn't exactly a hint of remorse in his voice, which definitely made her doubt his intentions with this spell. Now, her mind wondered if this was not just a vicious prank gone seriously wrong, but even so, wouldn't someone still be acting like before? That little flip of the switch of concern to annoyance made her arms fold across her chest, as she had done everything she needed to. And now he was rattled. It was truly hard to tell with teenage boys. She would know more as soon as her younger boys would grow up, since she had experience with her girls right now. ​

 

[Mikael Nightray]

Mikael froze as if a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar—it wasn't like he was really intimidated by the woman; she didn't nearly have the presence that his own parents did. But he was also supposedly a student in trouble. "I...," he bit his lip because he's a teenager, and a teenager's first response is not to apologize. "My apologies," he said, stopping, even giving a little bow of apology, bending himself at the waist until his body was at nearly 45 degrees. "I have no excuse," he said solemnly, swallowing and apologetic and properly contrite. He stood then and waited to the side, arms crossed, fingers fidgeting, foot tapping as he looked at Ayre on the bed—concern and worry. Now, they just had to wait for whoever the patronus had been sent to, but Mikael already had an idea of who it would be.​

 

[Professor Matt Alcott-Ward]

Matt rushed to the hospital wing after he got the patronus from Isabella, heart beating fast as he tried his best not to panic. So far, he hadn't had any big injuries on his watch as Headmaster. It was bound to happen one day, but did it really have to be today?

He practically ran into the Hospital Wing, then had to lean on the doorframe for a moment to catch his breath. He was too old for running. "What happened?" He gasped out when he could, looking between the Slytherin prefect and the nurse, before his eyes settled on the unconscious girl. He inwardly cursed. Of course it was Morrie. And of course all the students involved were Slytherins when Angel was on sabbatical.

 

[Isabella Haden]

"Either an accident, a prank, or a vicious attack. I'm not sure which," Isabella stated truthfully. "I only have Mikael Nightray's side. He said that an accidental venomous snake was summoned when he was practicing wandless magic, and this girl was bitten in the process." Isabella noticed that even just saying it, it did seem like it was a mere accident. If someone wanted to hurt another, they likely would have done something more gruesome - but then again, making something look like an accident would be smart. "Until she wakes up and tells us what happened, we likely won't know the entire story without using more illegals ways."​

 

[Mikael Nightray]

Mikael didn't speak up and instead let the adults talk, though he made as if he wanted to sink into the wall, even as he kept his gaze on Ayre. His mind was working even as he kept quiet, as if trying to avoid the Headmaster's gaze. Right now, Mikael was a student who knew he'd done something really wrong and was worried about the punishment that would befall him. Worried and scared, he wouldn't be believed even if there was no reason he shouldn't be. He was a prefect with a pretty good record. His academic performance had been solid since OWLs, and while he had spoken up against the Head Boy and Head Girl's favoritism for patrols last year, he'd performed his prefect duties. Whether his history of taking points from Ayre last year for bullying would be in his favor or not probably depended on the Headmaster's mood, however. And because he was a student who was feeling remorse and anxiety—and had already been scolded by the nurse once—he kept quiet, gnawing his lip as he waited for the inevitable.​