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 Lighting matches just to swallow up the flame, Sindre <3
Madeline Poe
 Posted: May 16 2017, 03:28 AM
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In the end, Madeline was scolding herself for not having noticed her beloved pet's pregnancy while she was kneeling on the ground of the broom closet, a pile of towels beside her - next to an assortment of other things she had been forced to conjure in order to help Bathory through labour. Even a book about cats was resting next to her now, her lace gloves abandoned and her long her pinned up in a messy bun that did not seem to fit the rest of her usually so careful appearance. Maddy had been looking for the black cat for a while, before she had heard the troubled hissing and panting coming from the broom closet, immediately pulling the door open and watching his her already large eyes wide in shock what was going on there in a corner, where Bathory had built a nest for herself and her kittens. One of them was already out, getting licked lovingly by the mother, while the other was on its way. While all she could do was watch, she had quickly figured with which of the tom cats within the castle her pet had spent time, and she remembered having questioned unsuspecting Hufflepuffs towards the grey cat earlier. Sindre Nilsson. There was no matching face to the name, and yet she had not hesitated to owl the poor boy and ask him for help.

She would have done it all by herself if it had not been for the kitten that refused to breathe, even though she had followed the instructions in the book beside her. Maddy's fingertips were covered in several birth liquids by now from picking the weaker kittens up and nudging them towards their mother's zits in order to drink. The pauses in between those kittens were the forst, as Madeline had little idea of what she was supposed to do. Food and water was in reach, and towels were as well - one being wrapped around the kitten that did not breathe, while the girl carefully and cautiously rubbed the edge of the towel over the kitten's back. She had done it all - removed the remains of the membran and tipped the kitten's head so inhaled fluids could pour out of its nose and mouth. Still it was not moving, light and limp in Maddy's lap.

Bathory was doing so well, taking care of her kittens without the need of her owner's assistance, who had used the time to command the kitten's daddy's owner right towards the closet they were located in. There were two dim light sources illuminating the odd scene that currently consisted of five kittens pressed against their mother's belly and one more in the girl's lap, small fingers caressing his head while there were definite traces of distress on Maddy's face. Her eyeliner was smudged, her hair a mess and her skirt wrinkled from the kneeling position, while she was waiting for Sindre to arrive. The book - in all its wisdom - stated that a kitten could be revived up to thirty minutes after birth, but Madeline was not so sure any more, watching the tiny furball in her hands with increasing worry on her face.

Then finally, she heard footsteps approach - although she had done so before, and they had never stopped at the broom closet. Where was her knight in a shining armour to take responsibility for what his cat had done to Bathory? Parenthood was for two people, after all - and how was she supposed to hide a whole litter of kittens in the castle, while only one pet per person was allowed. Sighing softly, she held her breath, listening intently before the door was indeed opened, light from the corridor falling on the eagle's face as she looked up to the boy in the doorframe.

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Sindre Nilsson
 Posted: May 16 2017, 09:29 AM
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"A nothing king, they called a dreamer ⭐"

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PLEASE COME HERE, WE ARE HAVING BABIES’ was not the kind of thing Sindre wanted to read when receiving a message from a complete stranger. He had stared at the parchment for much longer than what he probably should have stared, rereading the words over and over as he attempted to remember if he had seen that particular handwriting before or if he even knew who this ‘Madeline O. Poe’. The answers were no and no, and honestly, what kind of last name was ‘Poe’? It sounded strange and made up, but of course it did, as Sindre’s knowledge of muggle literature was nothing short of limited - if not nonexistent. And when he finally had replied, hoping to receive some sort of explanation from this ‘Madeline O. Poe’ and taking the whole ‘babies’ thing as some kind of sick joke, her answer had come as…unexpected.

Apparently, according to this girl (because he rightfully assumed this was a girl), his beloved cat had been spending very intimate moments with her ‘Bathory’ at some point or another, which from the badger’s perspective was a completely ridiculous accusation considering Gråpus was generally always by his side… unless he was in class or outside the castle. Either way, it seemed unlikely to him, so he obviously had to question it, cobalt gaze exchanging stares with the green eyes of his overly fluffy cat before once again writing a response to the girl’s message. Even then, as he walked towards the broom closet in which the cat was supposedly giving birth, he did not quite believe those were Gråpus’ kittens, but his own concern for the wellbeing of the newborn creatures if left in the hands of that clearly inexperienced girl had lead him to leave the Hufflepuff Common Room and head for the ground floor. At least it wasn’t that much of a long walk.

With each step his leather sneakers took, the quiet and quick ones of soft grey paws followed, Gråpus all too used to following Sindre wherever he went ever since he was a kitten. He stood before the door, staring at it for a short moment before looking down at his cat, feline sitting and seeming as patient as the boy to whom he belonged. With a sigh, Sindre leaned down, lifting his pet off the ground to hold him in his arms before finally bothering to open the door. He hadn’t actually expected anything out of that whole situation, he hadn’t really prepared himself for what was to come, but as he stared at the scene before him - at the black cat, the overly small kittens and the distressed looking girl all together in that crowded closet- he did not do much more than quirk a brow.

Those weren’t the kind of things that affected the Norwegian, hardly even noticing the blood that seemed to stain every single thing in the room as he silently set his cat on the ground, kindly ordering it not to move in his native tongue. To his judgement, the kittens seemed to be alright by their mother’s side, so then his gaze fell on ‘Madeline O. Poe’, blue eyes as calm as stillwaters of a pond. Without a single word, he sat down, stare going from the girl to the towel in her lap, and consequently the unmoving kitten that rested on it. He extended his hand towards her, two simple words coming out of his mouth in an accent which probably made them sound rather mispronounced “Can I?”

He would have taken the kitten away in concern, yet that wouldn’t have been all too polite, and even in a situation like that one he was not one to make a rushed decision that could upset the girl even more. Plus, he was feeling somewhat guilty, specially as he looked at the obviously long wet grey fur of a couple of those small kittens that reminded him so much of that of the cat which stared at the scene from a corner of the room.

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Madeline Poe
 Posted: May 18 2017, 01:16 PM
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"I am a cemetery by the moon unblessed."

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In all her distress - and a severe lack of smelling salts at hand - Madeline had cared little about her wording when she had sent a note to the unsuspecting boy. But it was only fair, because she had been just as unsuspecting as Sindre. No one had warned her that Bathory was going to have kittens - and with her thick fur, it was hard to tell whether there had been any suspicious bulbs showing at her stomach, or any hint that her teats were swelling and becoming more pink than they had been before. Somehow, Maddy simply had not expected her beloved cat to ever have babies, which was clearly a sign of being slightly naive and oblivious at the same time. They had missed to neuter Bathory, and now it was too late - the child has literally been dropped, as Madeline found herself surrounded by kittens and a mother that was surprisingly calm and composed given that was the first time she gave birth. Bathory acted like a professional kitten mother already, always biting the umbilical cord and carefully licking her kittens clean, stimulating them to breathe properly.

Beside all the mess, Madeline was relieved there had been no complications apart from the lifeless kitten in her hands, and it made her double her efforts, even when the door towards the broom closet opened and the boy - taller than Maddy if she were not wearing heels, and dressed in a black fur vest she wanted to touch rather desperately - appeared finally. Her iridescent eyes rested on Sindre’s face for a moment, then they moved towards the cat that was walking around, watching Bathory perk up for a moment and pausing in her licking of her children, a soft meow coming from her. So that was the kitten daddy in question - and he looked magnificent indeed, who could blame Bathory for laying down with such a majestic tom cat? He also bared a certain similarity to at least some of the kittens, so there was no denying in this case.

No words were exchanged as the young man sat down beside her and extended a hand in Madeline’s direction. No, he was not reaching for her - he was reaching for the kitten, accompanying his gestures by a question. Two words, and yet they gave a strange and yet melodic accent away, something that made Maddy smile curiously at him before she nodded, carefully handing the kitten over and placing it in his hands, fingers covering his for a moment before she pulled back and rested them on her lap - only now noticing the smears of blood and other liquids and quickly picking another towel to start and clean her fingers, while her eyes lingered on the kitten in Sindre’s hand. It looked even smaller when held by a boy, and she shuffled just a little closer, her arm touching the badger’s as she stared down.

“I am very sorry if my letter startled you, but I did not know what to do. I thought, maybe he,” and here, Maddy nodded at the cat in the corner, almost accusingly, “ had done it before and you would know what to do. Can you make it breathe again?” She said it as there had been no time to identify the kittens’ genders yet, given their mother was feeding them and the one that was too weak still had not taken a breath. Almost accidentally, Madeline rested her head against Sindre’s shoulder, eyelids heavy from the exhaustion while she quietly prayed to every goddess she knew to save the poor baby’s life.

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Sindre Nilsson
 Posted: May 19 2017, 12:26 PM
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"A nothing king, they called a dreamer ⭐"

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Sindre Reidar Nilsson had never been one to care much for the doings of his cat. After all, it was just a cat. He may have loved the creature and thoroughly enjoyed cuddling its soft fur, but a cat was just a cat and there was no reason for him to be watchful of the feline’s every move. What was the worst thing Gråpus could do? Break a few things? Scratch someone Sindre likely did not even care for? Apparently the answer was knocking up someone else’s pet, though even then the Norwegian didn’t appear all too concerned when looking at the kittens, even if the thought of such a thing occurring had admittedly never even crossed his mind in the first place. Animals reproduced, it was only natural for such a thing to happen, and therefore it wasn’t his problem at all - or that’s what he wanted to believe as he stared at the way those newborn creatures weakly moved their paws.

Though if it wasn’t his problem, why was he there? Why had he answered Madeline’s message and made his way to the broom closet? He didn’t have time to answer such questions, or a desire to do so, all of his attention being granted to the overly small kitten that had been placed in his hands by that stranger. It looked so weak, and his every instinct told him to just let it be, that such a small thing would have never survived in the wild anyways. But these were not wild creatures, they were domestic cats, and that particular one looked all too much like his dear pet even at such a young age - aside from the speckle of black at the tip of its tail, as if the end of a paintbrush. Was that why there was a part of him that wanted to go against his instincts? That felt worried and even scared?

It was the familiar meow of his cat that brought him back to reality, now standing beside him and staring with wide green eyes. Sindre lowered the kitten with care, and he watched as Gråpus sniffed it’s small body, licking it kindly before turning to look at his owner and meowing once more. Well, he didn’t have much of a choice now, did he? Gently, he placed the kitten on its back, feeling for pulse with two fingers before rubbing its stomach as he slowly rocked it back and forward. The badger had never read a single book on how to get a newborn kitten to breath, but he did what made sense to him, smiling faintly to himself in what could have almost been described as relief when he watched some remaining fluid come out of the creature’s mouth. Slender fingers reached out for one of the towels in order to clean it, all before moving the kitten closer to his face in order to hear for any sort of signs of life. It was quiet, but he could have sworn he had heard something, though maybe it was all just wishful thinking.

Without much care for getting any of those fluids on his face, he softly pressed his lips against the kitten’s miniature nose, lightly blowing air for a single short second as his fingers remained on its chest. He repeated the action, once, twice, three times, until its tiny grey legs finally twitched and moved. And as he did all that, he hardly paid any mind to Madeline’s words, to the way she was so close, or how Gråpus had moved on to sniffing the other kittens with interest before licking the ears of the black cat in the sweetest of ways. He did pay mind to it when he told his cat to move -once again in Norwegian- in order to calmly allow Bathory to sniff the kitten in his hands before placing it where it could drink milk from its mother without being all too close from the rest of the litter.

Then, he finally granted his attention the the girl once again, cobalt eyes fixing on her while offering a short smile. “No, he has never done that before. But it should be okay” he responded, and truly, despite how unaffected he may have seemed by the whole situation, he hoped his words were as true as he had meant them.

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Madeline Poe
 Posted: May 21 2017, 12:07 PM
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"I am a cemetery by the moon unblessed."

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Madeline should have known better than to be so careless and let Bathory roam the castle all by herself, without wasting a single thought of kittens. But then again, Bathory was barely left all to herself, mostly following the girl’s every step like a shadow, acting like she was a part of the heavy, dark skirts Maddy was usually wearing. It must have been an accident - a lovely accident, yet one she had not expected to happen. The sight of kitten did not scare her, neither did the responsibility - but had she been prepared for it, it all wouldn’t have been so terrible and shocking, and maybe, she would not have needed the boy’s help because prepared events weren’t as overwhelming as this whole situation. By now, the most troublesome factor in the broom closet was the lifeless kitten, and while Madeline was generally suspicious, something made her trust the boy who had arrived accompanied by his cat after all. Not that having a cat was an indicator for being a good person, but exceptions justified the rule after all.

With her eyes wide, she watched the boy’s movements, only interrupted by gazing at the two cats, and how familiar the tom cat seemed to be with Bathory already. How had she missed it? She was a terrible cat mother if such obvious things escaped her, and quickly she left the two of them some privacy while Sindre’s actions were rather breathtaking - or breath-giving in the sense of the word, as his efforts seemed to be more raw and less theoretical, and therefore also more helpful than everything Maddy herself had tried. When the kitten moved, she slapped a hand in front of her mouth, almost squealing while she moved her head away from the boy’s arm, watching him place the tiny creature carefully beside its mother. Bathory bowed her head and started licking the small head of the weakest kitten, and for a moment, Maddy felt tears burning in her eyes, even though she blinked them away fastly - no need to ruin her eyeliner even more than she already had.

It should be okay. At least the cat was not wandering around, getting every feline in his reach pregnant, so Madeline could still keep the thought that Bathory was just special up as she nodded at Sindre’s words. “We need to find them a home, I cannot keep them all,” she declared quietly, wiping the back of her hand over her forehead and watching the small cat family for a few moments before her gaze wandered back to the boy, eyes falling onto his slightly smeared face. She was sure the liquids coming from the kitten were not poisonous, yet it looked just a little odd, so she did not hesitate for too long before licking her own finger and reaching out to wipe those traces from the badger’s face without a word of warning.

“Now, that is much better. I am really grateful you came, nothing I did worked,” she admitted, because she already felt vulnerable enough in her current state. A part of Madeline wanted to put all her belongings on a neat pile and remove it as fast as possible - but the larger part was enjoying the odd exhaustion and the feeling of comfort that was spreading, despite the fact they were sitting on the ground of a broom closet, with blood stains and stained towels on the floor.

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Sindre Nilsson
 Posted: May 22 2017, 06:24 AM
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There were many things magic could do, and many things it could not. Such was a simple fact of life which was real and true for anyone who had even the most basic understand of how magic worked. Magic could heal wounds and mend broken bones, but, to his knowledge, there was little it could have done for a kitten like that one without risking much in the process. He had never been great at healing spells, not back at Durmstrang and most definitely not here at Hogwarts, and he had never been one to take risks without being sure a reward awaited. There were things that resulted even more primordial than magic, those that were almost instinctive, and perhaps those were exactly the ones that had acted when he had decided to save that kitten - or got persuaded into doing so, however one may want to look at it. Whichever the case, Sindre felt glad, smiling faintly to himself as he watched its mother lick the small creature’s head with care and fondness.

As fast as it came, the smile quickly faded away, his cobalt eyes staring at the girl and for the first time actually bothering to pay attention to her. She wore black, a lot of it, and had he been someone else he would have questioned her fashion choices, but Sindre had never been one to judge other people for such things anyways, as they already resulted all too complicated without adding such thoughts into the equation. We need to find them a home, I cannot keep them all. In the short time that had passed from when he had received the first message until he had look at that girl, not once had he stopped to think what they would do with a bunch of kittens that were not supposed to even exist in the first place. It shouldn’t have been his problem, it shouldn’t have been his responsibility, yet he found himself frowning, eyes glancing at the small kitten that had been in his hands until moments earlier.

He felt concern, a concern he was not supposed to feel for creatures like those, and he could not help but wonder if it was because those were Gråpus’ kittens or because he had put so much effort into saving them already. He was worried, worried because he knew how easily something bad could happen to an animal that was too weak to even survive its own birth, and honestly, had he been able to, he would have raised it himself. Sindre pursed his lips, staring at the felines as he considered his answer to Madeline’s statement. “A lot of people would want a kitten so” he finally replied, once again looking at the girl with those eyes that looked even darker under the small room’s dim light “you have friends, right?” At least he did, and a few people did come to mind as the question lingered in the air between him and the eagle.

The touch that came then did surprise him, but he did not recoil from it, staring at the girl in silence as he tilted his head slightly. Sindre had never been one to care much for blood or for stains or any of those things, and while it had earned him more than one scolding from his mother, nothing about it had changed no matter how much the woman tried. Soon, he found himself smiling once again, small and almost unnoticeable, but a smile nevertheless. “Uhm...it was a simple thing” Sindre said in response, a shrug accompanying the words while his tone was as calm and smooth as before. And he believed those words, because in his mind all of it was quite simple, never being one to bother with overanalyzing things or emotions which resulted all too complex from his perspective. “Was that all you needed?”

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Madeline Poe
 Posted: May 26 2017, 12:28 PM
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"I am a cemetery by the moon unblessed."

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Madeline Poe
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There was a solution to most issues in this world - sometimes it was the magical one, sometimes a less spectacular, muggle one. The Poes had long since figured the middle way by merging both to reach the best results, and therefore Madeline was no stranger to both worlds. Her father was a scientist, her mother was a witch - together, they were both effective and dangerous, depending on the angle from which one looked at them. But in this world, there were also issues that could neither be solved by magic nor by one’s bare hands. Death was one of them, as there was no spell to revive those who had passed away - at least not in a way that was healthy or satisfying, as necromancy was too dark and dangerous, even for a girl like Madeline. She had not faced death in the regular away, dead animals being all she had seen so far. Still it had been a jarring experience to hold the lifeless kitten in her stained hands until Sindre had taken over.

Much like a mother forgot the trauma she had experienced during birth straight afterwards, Maddy already started to forget the fear while she looked at Bathory’s kittens, glad they were all happily drinking from their mother in this moment, the quiet sounds making her smile in this moment. It was hard to tear her iridescent gaze away from the kittens again, to stop herself from snuggling them all. But the boy was still by her side, and even while he was not speaking a lot as it seemed, they were now connected thanks to their cats - yet Madeline could not tell whether he felt the same way, or whether he did not care at all. His face was hard to read when he was not smiling, and even his smiles seemed to pale rather quickly. It was sad - he looked so pretty when he smiled, although that was merely a thought that grazed the edge of the girl’s mind. There were more important things to focus on.

When he finally replied, the words were confusing. You have friends, right? As if she could simply walk around and hand kittens to all her friends - that was just ridiculous, and Madeline only knew who most definitely wouldn’t get a kitten from her. Helena was no good when it came to animals, and she didn’t want to submit the tiny creatures to her sister’s scientific interests. “I can take care of them until we find them a new home, my dormmates won’t be bothered. I will let you know when I found people - and you will do so too, yes?” She did not expect a lot from Sindre, but she assumed he would let her know if he knew anyone who was interested in adopting a kitten. They had six of them, after all.

“You might think it was simple, but you saved a life - that counts for something,” Maddy replied quietly with a smile, changing her posture slightly beside the badger. Was that all you needed? “Oh. Oh, of course. I can get them upstairs later, I have a box somewhere. So if you want to, you can leave of course….,” the girl said, but then her fingers rested on Sindre’s arm again as she gazed up to him. “Thanks, again.” And then, a bright smile illuminated her face before she moved closer to the kittens, giving the boy room to leave if he wished to do so.

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