The Morning After [Tag ;; Cognac]

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The first rays of the morning sun had found Chryssa still awake from the night before, tending at the bedside of one person in particular. It had been a full moon the night before, and her friend Cognac - the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor - was a werewolf which meant that the poor guy had been in for a rather rough night for sure. Naturally, being a Healer meant that she felt like she had  duty to wait for the other to return to the school after his night of running about in wolf form.

Once he had dragged back in, exhausted and rather worse for wear, Chryssa had immediately taken him to the hospital wing and began tending to him. She checked him over to make sure that he had no life threatening wounds then tended to the little minor ones that would likely not give him any problems later on. She got him some fresh clothes and changed him then put him in one of the beds in the hospital wing so that she could watch over him to make sure that he was okay and that there were no complications.

When morning had broken, Chryssa checked on him once more then made her way down for breakfast, leaving a note by Cognac's bed letting him know that when he woke he needed to come down for breakfast and eat something so that he could regain his strength. She took her seat at the staff table, her breakfast appearing before her - a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast along with a goblet of orange juice and a goblet of milk. She also had a bowl of porridge flavored with apples and cinnamon with a touch of sugar. She had sent special instruction down to the kitchens that when Cognac came in for breakfast that it was to be high in protein and carbs to help his body recharge and start regaining his strength. Sipping at her juice, she kept her eyes looking for him to arrive, knowing her mind wouldn't settle until she saw him and knew for sure that he was okay.

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reading books of old The legends and the myths It was his first-year teaching here at Hogwarts and he had already been anticipating that this full moon was going to be rough... given it was on a full moon and he would have classes the very next day. The moment he had turned back into a human and had put clean, shredded pants on he made his way towards the castle before passing out in the bed of the hospital wing for a few hours. He may have arranged for someone to come in and speak to the classes on his behalf, but he still had to be there to supervise the children and ensure that they were on their best behaviour. It was both the best and worst decision that he had ever made. With a shirt on he made his way to the Great Hall like a zombie. There was no smile on his face as his bright blue eyes paid attention to only what was ahead of him. When he did make it he sunk into his seat beside Chryssa, looking paler than he would have been had it not been a full moon the night before. “Morning… if you could call it that…” He ignored the breakfast that appeared upon his place and went immediately for the coffee. This was what he was going to be using as a crutch to get through the day… or at least until lunch time where he could have another nap before facing another round of babysitting adolescents. The more he thought about it… the more he began to think that maybe the Headmistress was right… he should have let her arrange someone to sub in for him for those days after his transformations. “How are you?” Achilles and his gold

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Chryssa had looked down at her plate to take a bite of her eggs when Cognac walked in, but she seemed to feel his presence as he entered the Great Hall, and she looked up at him. She was grateful to see that he was up and moving about, but she was worried about how pale he was. It also worried her when he didn't even touch the breakfast that appeared on his plate, but instead, went for the coffee that was in front of them. She returned his 'morning' with a soft one of her own, keeping an eye on him even as she ate her own breakfast. Her heart went out to him, wanting to help him to feel himself again.......to be the sarcastic Cognac he was when there hadn't been a full moon. As much as she hated the sarcasm, she had to admit she missed it a little when Cognac just wasn't himself after a full moon.

"I'm alright. A little tired but alright just the same," she answered, glancing over at him and the still untouched plate of food. Biting at her bottom lip, she knew she needed to say something. As his healer, she knew she needed to do all that she could to get him back to the man he was supposed to be - the one that hadn't been through hell with the beast within for an entire night.

"Cognac......I don't want to nitpick, but you really need to eat something. If you don't, you're just going to drag yourself down even further. Probably won't even make it through the day." Honestly, Chryssa really didn't want to be nitpicky with Cognac, knowing that coming off of a full moon, a short temper was probably going to accompany the zombie-like fatigue she was seeing in him. No, she was just being concerned, the same way she'd been since they started school together. She didn't want to rile him; she just wanted to let him know that she was concerned for his well being and she was only asking him to do what was best for him.

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He couldn't help but roll his eyes as Chryssa told him off for not eating anything yet. Was he a kid again or something? He set down the cup of coffee, that he had yet to take even a sip of and ate a spoonful of scrambled eggs, speaking as he did so with a grin.

"Better mother?"

With the eggs swallowed he then began to suck away at the coffee that would be the underrated hero of the day. 

"So any bets as to whether there will be any fights today between the Lions and the snakes?"

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Chryssa almost wanted to scold him for his cheekiness, but that grin stopped her from doing so. As tired as she knew he was, the healer was so very glad to see that grin on his face; even in his present state, Cognac seemed to still have a spark of his usual self in him.

"Smart ass," she murmured with a grin of her own before sipping at her juice. "But yes, it is better," she added, a light teasing tone in her voice. She then watched as he went back to his coffee. She knew that one bite of eggs wasn't going to get him through the day, but she didn't want to push anymore.

'I'll just keep a check on him throughout the day,' she thought to herself as she continued eating. She was just taking a bite of her porridge when she heard Cognac mention something about fights between the lions and snakes. She knew what he meant by that, and she cringed inwardly as she swallowed the food in her mouth, washing it down with another sip of juice.

Oh Merlin's beard, I hope not. Those two houses fight more than anything I've ever seen. It's ridiculous," she replied, a noticeable sharpness in her voice that seemed to punctuate the fact that she hated having to patch up students that seemed to fight over meaningless nonsense.

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Only once he was finished his coffee did he return to his full english breakfast (complete with scrambled eggs and black pudding). It was a breakfast of champions, something that was going to help him to toe the line if ever there was a time where he was needing to do just that. Stopping every once in awhile to wash it down with orange juice.

He couldn't help but chuckle to the way that she responded to his question.  It was, after all, a very true and frank representation of what it was like. Any one small thing such as collapsing whilst a member of the other house was looking at you could cause a war where Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw were caught in the middle playing mediators.

"Well I suppose it is as they say... small things amuse small minds, huh?"

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Chryssa had, more or less, resigned herself to the fact that there would always be fights between the Gryffindors and the Slytherins and that the poor Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs would be torn between the two trying to be the neutral parties involved. Inevitably though, those trying to remain neutral would always wind up pressured into choosing a side, whether by pressure of the opposing sides or by their own volitions, it always came down to that. Chryssa knew that well, and was still doing her best to remain neutral in the conflict that had begun since that evil woman Umbridge had been put into power over the Ministry. As hard as she tried though, the call of war kept whispering to her in the dark corners of her mind.

The healer pulled herself back from her inner thoughts, knowing that if she dwelt on them any longer, she would not be in a mood to deal with people the rest of the day. She had started the day pretty well in her opinion, and she wanted to keep it going that way. She refused to get sucked into a day of brooding.

"I agree. I just wish that the small thing amusing those small minds wasn't fighting. Don't they have better things to focus on? Like....I don't know.....schoolwork, maybe?" she huffed lightly, sipping at her juice since she'd finished her breakfast. She was definitely happy to see Cognac eating his breakfast, glad to know that he'd be starting the day with a full stomach which would hopefully give him the sustenance to help get him through until lunch.

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He couldn't help but smile as she spoke, a rather crude thought entering his fatigued mind as she spoke. He didn't exactly know why but he was more prone to nasty or volatile thoughts following a transformation than any other time. 

"Mind you... I'd take these fights over whatever small things amuse the minds of those muggles... with no house rivalries there could be an abundance of something else going on in the dorms..."

He winked at Chryssa, hoping she would catch on to exactly what had come to his mind whilst he continued to shovel his breakfast into his mouth. 

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Chryssa sat and drank her juice, dark, honey brown eyes moving between the Gryffindor and Slytherin tables, hoping that nothing would break out that would require any serious mending in the hospital wing. In fact, she was hoping that things would stay on a rather 'quiet' note, but she knew that she was asking too much for absolutely nothing to happen between the two rival houses.

The healer was mid-drink when Cognac spoke, and the next thing she knew, she was quickly setting her glass down and grabbing her napkin to wipe away the juice that was coming from her noise as she coughed. "Oh Cognac Bishop, you're positively incorrigible," she said, but she honestly couldn't help but laugh, glad to see that he wasn't being a grumpy butt.

"As crude as that was though, I have to agree," she added, making sure she'd gotten all the juice before looking at him, the acidity of the juice making the inside of her nose burn and sting.

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