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the adventurous nicodemo a. penrose (otets) wrote in valesco,
@ 2008-02-18 20:13:00

Entry tags:

amery wilkes, grayson wilkes, mackenzie goldstein

Grayson
Who: Grayson Wilkes and Amery Wilkes
What: Brother brawl
Where: Ministry
When: Monday eveningish.

"Yes, thank you, I will check up on that," Amery called over his shoulder, anxious to get away from his direct superior. The one thing he could not stand about fronting as a Ministry official was that he was actually expected to do his job. This was something of a problem, seeing as how Amery detested most work, and could not really even name what it was his department did. Which was why he hated meaning anybody he had to answer to.

Speaking of actual work, Amery needed to get to one of the conference rooms on his floor so he could make sure that his notes and materials were in order for his presentation conference tomorrow. Fishing the key out from his pocket, he smiled and waved benignly at some other official he was supposed to know and suck up to, and slipped inside the conference room.

That was funny. He had told his assistant to bring in the materials that morning... why were they not in there?

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glovesmandatory
2008-02-19 05:32 am UTC (link)

Grayson wasn't sure what had possessed him to come to the ministry today other than sheer boredom and the fact that this morning, for some reason or another, he'd woken up remembering that Daniella was pregnant. The last time that she'd been pregnant led him to the memory of what her ex-husband had been doing to her and just who had known about it.

He only came up with one name. He'd stalked into the conference room that Amery's secretary had sent him to and waited in one of the chairs, facing away from the door. The moment he heard it open, he spun around to face his brother with a malicious smirk and a muttered locking charm for the door. It was simply Amery's rotten luck that Grayson had showed up in his conference room today.

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otets
2008-02-19 05:36 am UTC (link)

The figure in the chair probably shouldn't have alarmed him, given the family that he came from. But upon entering the room, it was to his shock that Grayson rose and locked the door.

At first, he thought perhaps he had accidentally stood his brother up at some meeting or another, but he couldn't think of any reason that he would be meeting Grayson today. As far as he knew, he hadn't slept with Ophelia, or made a pass at her, or really had any sort of contact with her that might upset Grayson. Nor had he left the Death Eater fold, or saved a Muggle.

So Amery had to concede this was a surprise visit, and surprise visits from Grayson never went very well.

"Brother," he finally said, surveying Grayson warily. "To what do I owe this visit?"

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glovesmandatory
2008-02-19 05:47 am UTC (link)

No, they most certainly did not. Grayson cracked his knuckles and shot his brother a venomous look. "Oh, I'm sure if you think very hard you can come up with a reason, brother."

He hadn't moved away from the door just yet. Instead, he lingered in once place before he took a few smooth steps toward Amery, tucking his wand into his pocket. Normally he would have attempted to incapacitate the other man, but what could he say ... Amery was his brother and he supposed he should give him a fighting chance. It was the only advantage that someone related to him would hope to get in this sort of situation.

Rather than answering Amery's question with a coherent answer (largely because he didn't actually have one), he brought up a fist and went for a solid hit to Amery's jaw in hopes of shutting him up for the moment.

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otets
2008-02-19 05:56 am UTC (link)

Solid crunch. That was the fairly unpleasant noise (and doubly unpleasant feeling) of Grayson's knuckles sailing in to Amery's jaw.

"Mother of-- Merlin, Grayson, what the hell are you doing?" Amery yelled as he ducked any further punches his brother might have thought to throw at him.

Rubbing his jaw furiously, he took a few steps away from Grayson. "Is there a reason you're here, throwing punches at me today?"

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glovesmandatory
2008-02-19 05:59 am UTC (link)

The crunch was not nearly as satisfying as it should have been. He let out a nasty hiss when Amery retreated and followed his brother closely, the barely-restrained anger obvious in his voice.

"Of course there's a reason," he muttered as he closed in again, this time with a glint of something sharp from his pocket. Sure, he hadn't meant for it to go this far this quickly, but he'd planned this minimally.

Things that had to do with Daniella never went well for the other party.

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otets
2008-02-19 06:04 am UTC (link)

Amery didn't need to feel the sharpness of the blade in his gut to know that this meeting was rapidly transgressing to a full-on brawl.

"Grayson, I don't know what's gotten into you," he panted, rolling up his sleeves. "But it is getting on my nerves."

He grabbed a nearby chair for leverage and swung his foot in the direction of Grayson's chest and blade, hoping to either kick it away or wind him enough to try and make out what exactly was happening.

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glovesmandatory
2008-02-19 06:08 am UTC (link)

"You always get on my nerves, Amery," he grunted as he felt the blade slip from his fingers. He frowned, irritated when he felt the blade nick through his gloves.

Damn, why did he keep those so sharp. Grayson rounded back so that he could be out of Amery's kicking range for the moment and glared at him. "You've always had very poor judgement."

Which had led to his sister's prolonged pain, and he was periodically reminded of that fact. Today had just happened to be one of those days.

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otets
2008-02-19 06:16 am UTC (link)

"I'm so sorry to have caused you trouble, Grayson," he spat, watching to see whether Grayson was striking back or going for the knife.

"And I am so sorry about my poor judgment, but has it ever occurred to you that words do just as well at solving problems as your fist?"

He wiped away the small bit of blood that the first punch had caused and tightened his fist in preparation.

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glovesmandatory
2008-02-19 06:19 am UTC (link)

"No," he replied honestly, "I don't think that will work at all." He did go for the knife again, though he had the good sense to keep his head up when he did so. Knowing Amery, he'd probably get an underhanded kick to the jaw.

Grayson licked his lips, palming the knife again. "And it's too late for words, Amery. You already screwed up...and you don't have much room to change things on that account." He'd confronted Amery a few times about this particular situation, so perhaps his repeated speech would ring some bells with the other man.

If not? Well, he wasn't about to go out of the way to explain things to Amery.

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otets
2008-02-19 06:24 am UTC (link)

Amery frowned. This could be something that he had done as child, or this could be in the very recent past. One thing that was always to be sure of Grayson, he was never predictable, and usually never bothered to tell the people he attacked why they were being attacked. Which, really, made for an excellent bond between brothers.

He saw Grayson grab the knife and eye it appreciatively. There were options. Options like stand and let his brother gut him, or be proactive and try to get the first slash in. He didn't like either of those options, but hey. If a man was to run at him with a knife, he certainly wouldn't object to trying to beat him to pulp also.

Even if that was his brother.

"For the last time, Grayson. This is how you want to settle things with me?"

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glovesmandatory
2008-02-19 06:29 am UTC (link)

No.

That was the immediate thought that popped up into his head, but Grayson pushed it away in favor of simply frowning to himself and then lunging toward Amery with the knife. He needed to get this stress out and as much as he knew that he was angry at Amery, he'd never do anything to harm him ... lethally.

"Not all of us can bullshit our way out of feelings with excuses, Amery. Are you going to ignore Travers if he starts to do to Juliana what Daniella's first husband did to her?" Okay, so there was the reason he was here and angry. He gritted his teeth as he slashed toward Amery's left arm, hoping to at least graze the skin if not puncture it substantially.

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otets
2008-02-19 06:36 am UTC (link)

They crashed into the wall behind Amery and he cried out when the blade sliced him rather deeply in the arm.

"That's what this is about?" he said, panting as he struggled to throw Grayson off of him. "We've gone through this before-- she said she had a handle on it, she didn't want us to know. Are you going to tell me Daniella can't take care of herself?"

Amery shoved at the arm that held the blade and made to shove him, moving to avoid being trapped in a corner by him and his. "I would never let Travers lay a finger on Juliana and you know it."

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glovesmandatory
2008-02-19 06:40 am UTC (link)

"She obviously couldn't," he hissed again, grunting when he found himself thrown rather harshly off of his brother. He was forced to step back again and Amery assumingly escaped from the corner. Damn.

"And you say that, Amery, but you rarely carry through on your words." Or Grayson seemed to think that he rarely carried through on his words. He was biased and angry at the moment but it seemed a true enough fact anyway. "So we are going to go over this until I get it through your head that we. Protect. Our sisters." No matter what they said about being able to protect themselves.

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otets
2008-02-19 06:51 am UTC (link)

"Well, you stepped in and fixed it, being the family man that you are," Amery hissed. "Did it ever occur to you that I wasn't sure? You didn't think I perhaps wanted proof so there wasn't an unjustifiable murder sitting on her shoulders?"

He was bitter about it in some respects. Truthfully, he hadn't known much longer than Grayson. Daniella had really only confirmed it just a few days before. A few bruises are easily explainable... but what was to happen when the explanation for them turned out to be very ugly?

"I protect my sisters, just like I protect the rest of my family," he spat, narrowing his eyes. "Just like I have always and will always protect them."

The idea, the notion that he might stand idly by with the knowledge that a family member, a sister, to be specific, was being hurt drove him absolutely mad. So, he lunged, his fists and feet moving solidly.

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glovesmandatory
2008-02-19 06:55 am UTC (link)

Grayson didn't hesitate when he responded next, hoping to have Amery's lunge glance off of him at best. He all but growled out his words. "I wouldn't have had to fix it if you'd done your job in the first place," he muttered, moving forward for another slash at his brother. They were both getting worked up about this.

"So forgive me if I'm inclined," he panted, "Not to believe you're not going to screw up this time." If he wanted to have something done properly he had to do it himself or ask Bellatrix to do it, and he didn't like having her intervene in family matters. Bothering her with that seemed silly when he knew where her priorities were.

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otets
2008-02-19 07:11 am UTC (link)

"Perhaps you have forgotten, Grayson, that I am still your elder! I did not screw up--you have gotten this family into deeper trouble with your inability to reason through things." Grayson's knife hit home and blood spurted out from a slash under his collar bone. Amery tore at him, placing his hands squarely on the chest in order to shove him against the wall, seething, his slashes still gushing fairly freely.

"Your priorities seem to be a bit out of order," he gasped out, "if this is your idea of taking care of family."

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glovesmandatory
2008-02-19 07:14 am UTC (link)

"Please," he retorted, groaning as he felt his back connect with the wall, "I've gotten this family into deeper trouble? Exactly what have I done to achieve that, then?"

He rolled his eyes and tried to ignore the sharp pressure against his chest, gaze sliding instead to the cut on Amery's collarbone. At least he hadn't moved to slash out at him again. Besides, Amery was in no danger of bleeding to death ... so it wasn't as if he was completely out of control, right? Right.

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otets
2008-02-19 07:23 am UTC (link)

"Grayson, if people found out half the deeds you've committed, can you imagine where that would lead us?" He grabbed Grayson's collar and shook him against the wall, purely out of desperation. "Can you see that you need to be more responsible if you don't want to end up devastating this family? I don't care what fear you inspire in people's hearts, I don't care your social standing--you tell me I am an idiot for idly entertaining ideas of leaving the fold, but do you not see what one careless mistake, one wrong person you pissed off, one action that you don't think through will do to you? To your family?"

Amery staggered back a second, surprised. "You son of a bitch," he growled, raising his hand to backhand him.

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glovesmandatory
2008-02-19 07:33 am UTC (link)

The fact that Amery thought he wouldn't think things through when it came to actual murder was ... well, laughable but entirely infuriating. He gritted his teeth and set his jaw while Amery spoke, bringing his own hand up to curl around his brother's throat, thumb pressed against his windpipe.

"For Merlin's sake, Amery," the slap actually took him by surprise and he flushed red with anger and embarrassment, "You think I don't plan these things?" He pushed forward with his own body weight in hopes of dislodging Amery from his collar, "Do you honestly think that I would be so stupid?" This encounter they were having now ... he was allowing himself to be sloppy because he knew it was his brother, because he knew it wasn't of consequence. He did his best not to put the others in danger when he could help it.

"You say this when you know He is the worst person imaginable to anger, Amery, and that He doesn't tolerate even idle ideas of betrayal." He didn't want to see Amery die.

He didn't.

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otets
2008-02-19 07:40 am UTC (link)

"I'm not afraid of him," he said, not wholly true, but not untrue either. He didn't fear the death he knew would be coming if anyone but Grayson ever found out he had entertained such thoughts. But what scared him more was how others scrambled to fulfill the Dark Lord's wishes when he himself only felt lukewarm approval of what he was doing.

"Grayson, you don't think." He allowed himself to be pushed off Grayson and stumbled back. "I don't mean you don't plan. You're all meticulous, cunning, carefully laid plans, but you don't think. You don't bother to understand what is going to happen to this family if I die, or you die, or heaven forbid, a sister. Mother. You just say that it can't ever happen, so it won't."

He wiped at the persistent cut on his lip. "You call me a coward all you like, but at least the prospect that something might happen to this family doesn't terrify so much that I can't rationalize what's going to happen when it does."

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glovesmandatory
2008-02-19 07:47 am UTC (link)

He hated admitting that there was at least some vein of truth in what Amery said. There was a problem with being fiercely devoted to a point of obsession with ... anything, and this was no exception. It was true that he could hardly think of what might happen if someone in their family were to die. He knew that their mother couldn't last forever, but it rarely occurred to him that the others might be dead before him.

Amery ... well, they both knew what would happen if anyone else found out about his leanings. He shook his head fiercely and gave his brother a harder shove backward, this time simply aiming to push him. He'd already dislodged him. "That's where you're wrong." He might not like to think about what would happen, but ... "People wouldn't dare touch our family, Amery. It does more to protect them than sitting back like passive imbeciles. You treat what we do like a chore, Amery ... but I enjoy It."

He'd seen the way that Amery got when he was torturing muggles - whether he wanted to admit it or not, he enjoyed it too. At least Grayson wasn't in denial about that - it was a big part of his life.

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otets
2008-02-19 07:56 am UTC (link)

He fumbled as he fell backwards, still somewhat in shock. "I know you enjoy it," he said softly, the disgust sounding faraway in his throat as he felt sick for the discrepancies between the things he was saying now and what happened to him when he was anonymous behind the mask.

A man without an identity is a powerful motive to abandon inhibitions. Violence was not a prevailing aspect of Amery's character-- he was much more subdued about his obsession--yes, obsession-- with it. But it was there. It was undeniable.

But it didn't change the fact that nine times out of ten, it was Grayson who was responsible for something, it was Grayson who needed to learn to toe the line, it was Grayson who--

"It doesn't matter whether or not we enjoy it or whether or not it's a chore. I didn't have a choice, Grayson!" he yelled, placing his hands on Grayson's shoulder and shaking. "You had this handed to you on a silver platter and did whatever you pleased with it! I didn't have a choice."

It was different when it was something you were expected to do and something you had no other choice for. Grayson didn't understand that, Grayson didn't understand how precious freewill was.

"You don't understand anything about that choices I make," he whispered, shoving him.

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glovesmandatory
2008-02-19 08:14 am UTC (link)

He brought his hand up to wrench Amery's from his shoulder, digging his fingers into one of the other man's wrists. He wasn't just going to stand here and listen to Amery say that he didn't understand the choices he made when they were in fact rather similar, when it all came down to it... he tightened his fingers around the man's wrist until he knew it would be physically uncomfortable and then brought his other hand up to shove him again by the wound in his collarbone.

"You really think that I had a choice, Amery? I wanted to say yes, but you know just as well as I do that I wouldn't have been able to reject His offer." Neither their family nor the Dark Lord would have allowed it. It would have been just as disgraceful to say no. He licked his lips - they were suddenly dry - and snorted. "It wasn't as if you were a shining star for Him to be proud of, Amery. Our family is always going to be new money and you know mother would do anything to ingrain us in society." He swallowed thickly, but didn't move forward to lunge at his brother again.

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otets
2008-02-19 08:22 am UTC (link)

"You say that, Grayson, but I don't believe for a second that you honestly feel that you and I aren't that different when it comes down to it."

He batted the hands that clutched at him away, almost in vain. Fingers dug into his wound at the neck that made him hiss and cry out in pain.

"I don't care what you say, it is different when you become of age and your future has already been picked out for you. I don't need to be his shining star, or even half so precious to him as his Grayson Wilkes in order to feel that this is a prison statement. Maybe I do enjoy some of its darker qualities. Maybe putting on that mask does give me a high. But I don't attack it with nearly the same ferocity you do."

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glovesmandatory
2008-02-19 08:31 am UTC (link)

"No," he agreed, albeit reluctantly, "I think we're more alike that you want to admit." Two diverging paths from a similar source, perhaps. He'd embraced the quality in him that made him want to tear into people like menacing darkness and Amery had tried to box that part of himself away and let it out when it was 'appropriate'.

He was perhaps not as ashamed of Amery as he sometimes made people think. Yes, his brother had been all but forced into his position, but ... when it came down to it he didn't shirk off his obligation. That was something, and perhaps that was what stopped him from going farther with this. He kept his hand on Amery's shoulder.

Most of the anger had drained out of him by now and he was left with only a mild irritation and a knowledge that Amery would probably need a mediwizard. "You would say that like it's my fault, wouldn't you? I've got news for you: it isn't." Not really.

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otets
2008-02-20 02:38 am UTC (link)

Amery had stepped back from his brother, still dazed. Words were being spoken by Grayson, but they were mostly going over his head. It registered that there was something about his tone or his meaning that should have made Amery angry, but he was too faraway to give it much thought.

His focus, instead, was the blade in his brother's limp grip. A shiny blade. A blade easily within his reach.

Before Amery himself even had time to realize what he was doing, he grabbed the blade and brought it whistling down from Grayson's shoulder to his rib in one fluid motion, throwing it into a corner with a clatter.

Panting and doubled up with pain and effort, he wiped the sweat and blood from the corner of his mouth and groaned.

"There," he spat. "We're even."

And then staggered into the wall, clutching at the open wound.

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glovesmandatory
2008-02-20 02:47 am UTC (link)

Grayson hadn't been expecting that burst of anger from Amery ... but he wasn't altogether surprised by it no matter how much it irritated him. The sharp pain cut through him and he shuddered, letting out a rasping groan of his own.

"Right," he managed to mutter, pulling himself into one of the conference chairs, "Even. You realize we're going to have to," Okay, he was bleeding a little more than he'd originally thought, "get a mediwizard in here." Because they certainly weren't going to stumble into St. Mungo's like this. That would draw far too much attention to their family and to the fact that they had literally cut each other up.

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macks
2008-02-20 07:24 pm UTC (link)

For the most part, Mackenzie had never been fond of house calls. Granted, she had only been on only a few so far, but the stories she had heard about them from other Healers did not let her warm up to the idea of at all. What was so wrong with coming into Mungo's in the first place? Most of the time when people called in, they were either too embarrassed, too proud of themselves, or literally couldn't walk to the hospital. So, either way it was cut, Mackenzie had pulled her lips together tight to hold back a groan at the tip of her tongue when Healer Jordan had assigned her to house calls for the day. Not just a piece of the day, the whole day. It was going to be a long day.

And of course, it hadn't helped that when she had got her first call midway through the day, all Smeth had to point out, so politely, was "Ohhh the Ministry. Maybe there's a conspiracy in the works." Yes, that had made her feel loads better.

Mackenzie looked down at the piece of paper in her hand, telling her what room her patient was in (oh Merlin, it was a conference room; why had she listened to Smeth?). Taking a deep breath, she grasped onto the handle and walked inside. Nothing could have prepared her for the scene in front of her, and Mackenzie didn't even try to hide the shock that soon spread across her face. Amery and Grayson? Oh dear Merlin she hated her life at this moment.

After a few seconds passed of total awkwardness (there was blood everywhere, she shook her head to try to get past the fact that this was her family, and now she had to heal them even though she was pretty sure that they despised her because this was her job. Of course it didn't work, so Mackenzie tried to act somewhat professional. "You called St. Mungo's for a healer?"

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glovesmandatory
2008-02-20 07:35 pm UTC (link)

His breathing had become mildly laboured by the time that Mackenzie had arrived. He'd been wondering what had taken the healer so long to get there, but when he spotted just who it was, everything became painfully clear to him. Fucking hells. Grayson gritted his teeth, awkwardly holding his robes against the rather large slash mark over his chest. As much as he fought with Amery, Grayson didn't want him to die, so it was a moment later that he nodded her over to his brother.

"He's worse," he offered by way of explanation, leaning a bit more heavily into the chair and doing his best to distract himself from the situation. It had just gotten far more awkward. The best distraction was, of course, to think about the last time he'd been anywhere near either of the Goldsteins ... visiting Sebastian in the park and having their little encounter. The memory cheered him up considerably and he couldn't necessarily hide the ridiculous smirk on his lips. He was aware that it was out of place and possibly rather inappropriate, but being appropriate was not Grayson's strong suit when it came to others.

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otets
2008-02-21 01:26 am UTC (link)

In the moments that had passed for the Healer to show up, nothing had really passed between the brothers other than a few grunts of pain. Amery had slid awkwardly down the wall, pressed funnily between chairs and the large flat surface behind him, and in a good amount of pain. His breathing was labored and the bleeding had not stopped, and the room was starting to spin slightly.

Which is why, when the Healer opened the door and Mackenzie Goldstein walked in, the floor slipped from him a little more. The last time he had seen Mackenzie had been a very angry family confrontation, and none of the people in the room at that moment in time had had fond memories of it. Amery couldn't remember the last words he had spoken to Mackenzie, as a matter of fact, and didn't doubt that they were probably of an unkind nature.

Grayson's "He's worse," vaguely registered and he tried in vain to readjust himself with the furniture, but just slid a bit further down the wall.

"Oh, me?" he asked thickly. "No, no, I've got--oh, hell, I've got--"

Apparently, words were too painful. He just settled for groaning and hoped a)the remaining animosity between the two of them had dissipated and b)her hands weren't very cold...

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macks
2008-02-21 05:43 pm UTC (link)

Okay--- okay. There was nothing wrong with this picture. There was nothing wrong with the fact that it looked like Amery and Grayson had just tried to kill a manticore, and lost terribly. There was nothing wrong with that creepy smile Grayson was sending her. And there was definitely nothing wrong with the fact that Amery was basically dead on the ground already. Nope, not at all. And there definitely wasn't anything awkward about this at all, because they were a loving, close family. As many times as Mackenzie said that over, and over in her head, she couldn't seem to believe an ounce of it. There was so much blood; could she get away with not asking what really happened? Even if it was totally wrong, she was going to try to anyway.

She snapped back awake with a blink, stepping quickly over to Amery. Mackenzie could hardly remember the last thing they had said to each other, but no doubt it had been unpleasant. Either way, she knew it would be easier to heal him than Grayson; she had a vague lasting memory of how he did, and probably still felt about her.

"Lay down," she started quietly, hands shaking. Just as long as he stayed awake, everything would be fine. Quickly, Mackenzie got to work, wand moving this way and that over his body.

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glovesmandatory
2008-02-22 02:56 am UTC (link)

There was absolutely nothing wrong with the situation. Grayson was rather glad that Amery hadn't tried to get Mack over to him - he still needed a few minutes of time in order to gather his thoughts and banish some of the more ... inappropriate ones to somewhere he could handle. He wet his lips and watched Mackenzie work on Amery idly - at least she seemed to know what she was doing, he would give her that. All the better to make sure that Amery wouldn't bleed to death, although he was beginning to think he'd lose consciousness while she was tending to his brother. He hadn't realized just how long and deep the slash that Amery had delivered to him was until he hadn't been able to stop the blood.

And ugh, he hated the sight of his own blood. It made him violently nauseous, but hell if he was going to let the other two people in the room know that. He swallowed thickly and took solace in the fact that he was wearing a pair of thick gloves - at least he'd be able to keep his hands clean. Getting blood out from under your fingernails was a pain in the arse if there ever was one.

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otets
2008-02-22 03:30 am UTC (link)

Amery would have thought on the abnormality of the situation-- a Ministry conference room, covered in blood, with two badly slashed, beaten up brothers lying in random spots-- it probably looked very suspicious, and Mackenzie being the one to show up with the intention of treating them added an entirely new level of bizarre.

But, he was slightly busy feeling very much like he was going to either spew the entire contents of his stomach, go to sleep and never wake up, or stand up and display a tremendous amount of adrenaline-charged energy, or some mixture of all three. Amery could feel Mackenzie by him, and the moving pressure of her hand and wands. It actually felt kind of nice.

Or it could have been the delirium talking.

Amery let a few words that sounded like mush come out before shutting up.

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macks
2008-02-22 04:21 pm UTC (link)

"Shush," Mackenzie snipped at Amery as he tried to talk. He didn't need to talk--- partly because it would make it easier on her, and partly because it would just be less awkward that way. She had no clue what they were doing in here, and frankly, she didn't even want to know. Well, she did, but not badly enough because this was just too weird for her liking.

After a few minutes, Amery was done. For the most part, at least; he was going to be fine. Mackenzie took a deep breath, and pushed her hair out of her face. She had a potion in her bag to complete the treatment, and she would feel much better if he actually went to Mungo's to rest but, somehow, she figured he wouldn't do that. Either way, he was just going to have to lay there and wait for a few moments. Perhaps think up of a polite way to say thank you to her.

Finally, Mackenzie shuffled over to Grayson. He wasn't much better than his brother, so why he said to treat Amery first was... questionable. She blinked, snapping herself out of her thoughts before quickly getting to work. Just don't think about it. Don't notice that this is Grayson, half alive on the floor. Really.

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glovesmandatory
2008-02-22 07:00 pm UTC (link)

Unlike Amery, Grayson was going to be the last one to protest. That would require speaking to Mackenzie, and that was something he wasn't prepared to do at the moment. When he saw that she was moving away from his brother, Grayson made some attempt to ease himself into a more 'workable' position in his chair. That was the least (literally) that he could do to help out his regrettable cousin.

He made a mental note to make sure to request a different healer the next time (yes, he knew that there was going to be a next time) he had to do a house call. He resisted the urge to remind Mackenzie that she had a privacy clause to uphold at work and simply pursed his lips in a tight line, waiting for her to both move over to him and begin to work. At least Amery looked better than he had, all things considered.

He was feeling more nauseous by the second, so he opted not to think further on the subject of his complex relationship with the majority of his family and instead focus on not appearing as ill as he felt. Ha.

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otets
2008-02-23 06:47 am UTC (link)

It took a few moments for Mackenzie's work to actually take effect, and another few for Amery to once again be party to the world of the conscious and living. Albeit, still groggily.

For a minute, Amery marveled in the sheer ridiculousness of what had just happened. And how odd of a family affair this was turning out to be.

And it was just funny.

Perhaps in a maniac, psychotic sort of way, but it was still funny. Hilarious, even. So funny, that he was willing to take the big physical risk of laughing, just to express his feelings on the situation.

"Mack--" he tried in vain to communicate. "Grays--"

Apparently, words were overrated. He just grinned crazily to himself.

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