Corruption in the Queen's Court (OPEN!!!) (FREE COOKIES IF THY JOINS!!!!)

(Ehe… yup, go the Southern Hemisphere)

(Are you out of class now)

(Still here, will be on and off)

(ok shall we play the roles)

(Yup)
Andion walked the halls towards his office, hand clutching his bandage. It hurt like hell but he wouldn’t show it.

Elisabeth walked faster. She couldn't wait to change into her normal clothes.

When he rounded a corner he bumped into someone, “I am truly sorry.” He apologised quickly.

Elisabeth stumbled back. Then she rolled her eyes. "It's not a problem," she smiled.

“Why did you roll your eyes?” Andion asked, crossing his arms.

"I've been bumped into more than once today. Do you really need a reason?" Elisabeth replied.

Andion raised an eyebrow, “Do you know who you’re talking too?” He asked, not raising his voice.

Claira rushed into the medical room. "Xavier!"

"Ah, Claira your here." He pushed himself up into a sitting position ignoring the pain he felt. "I'm so glad you are safe." Xavier was extremely relieved when he saw her. "You look good by the way."

"Of course I look good. Imbecile."

"That's my Claira. I'm just glad you are safe." Xavier doesn't care if he was wounded or not. "You don't have any cuts or anything right?"

"It's possible. But it won't matter if I do. I've spent my whole life taking care of someone else; I can take care of myself."

"I'm not doubting you, you are a very strong girl. I'm just a bit worried, okay." Xavier stood up. He was feeling much better. It was only his shoulder.

"Mmhmm."

"It's stuffy in here. Let's go to the garden." Xavier made to wrap his shoulder before walking out. "Isobel came and lectured me like usual." He sighed and rolled eyes while walking down the hall.

"Of course," Claira snorted as they walked through the halls, panicked maids running around them.

The garden still looked as beautiful as ever as he walked through with Claira. Black spots were covering some of his vision, but he ignored it, as he sat on the bench. "At least the garden survived," Xavier laughed. He was worried that he would have some permanent damage to his shoulder. "Why don't you sit?"

"I'm okay," Claira said, grabbing the branch of a large tree and swinging herself onto it.

"Is something on your mind?" She seemed a bit different, maybe it was because of what happened. He hoped he didn't do anything wrong. "You can always talk to me."

"Nah, not really," Claira said, looking up at the dark sky. "The whole thing just… Reminded me of Georgie."

(Da hEcK is Georgie)

(If it isn't my favorite shipper :) Read Claira's template :P)

"Georgie?" Xavier had no idea who that was, but they sounded important to Claira. Pain shot through Xavier's shoulder and he winced, but made sure it was quiet. Damn it! I'll have to get it checked in a bit.

(Oh)

Claira saw him wince, but ignored him. If it hurt too bad, he would tell her. "Yeah. Georgie."

(I love them ack)