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Donovan "The Ripper" Grimm

"Mercy?? Now why in the world would I give you that luxury?"

0 · 576 views · located in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

a character in “Morsmordre”, as played by mjolnir

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H E I G H T
6' 3"

W E I G H T
180 lbs

E Y E - C O L O R
Green

H A I R - C O L O R
Brown

H A I R - S T Y L E
Slicked back or messy

S K I N - C O L O R
Ivory

B O D Y - B U I L D
Muscular / Slender

M A S K
Gladiator




M A R K I N G S
Dark Mark
Upon his left forearm he has the mark of the Death Eater.

Lashes
Donovan's body from the neck down is cover in a wide array of lash, whip and other kinds of marks from his test to become an Undesirable.

Ripper
Tattooed across his shoulder blades is the word "Ripper."

Tallies
Tallies cover his left arm and begin to overflow to his ribcage, each mark for a person he's killed.[/list]

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L I K E S
    Friends
    He is a hard person to befriend but it's always better to be on his good side rather than his bad.

    Torturing
    Nothing pleases The Ripper more than finding new and terrifying ways to torture resistance members.

    Killing
    Once he's had his fill of scaring witches and wizards to the brink of death, he enjoys giving them a slight glimmer of hope that they may be released before slaughtering them where they stand.

    Sarcasm
    Donovan speaks this fluently.


D I S L I K E S
    Safe Words
    The Ripper does not believe nor condones a safe word or "mercy," if he hears it it merely makes him inflict more pain.

    Inquisitive People
    Particularly when it comes to others asking about his past or blood status. It is generally a good idea to avoid these topics at all costs around him.

    People
    He hates everyone for the most part. There are a fair few he can tolerate but he has no patience for a majority of the world's population.


F E A R S
Himself
Donovan fears himself beyond anything else. He prefers that he is the man "behind the mask" rather than someone witnessing himself because it would terrify him. His Boggart is even himself.


Q U I R K S
Duel Wielding
The Ripper is well known for wielding a wand and blade and/or blunt weapon simultaneously. He taught himself to wield his wand in his left hand while allowing his dominant to hold a regular weapon.

Unconventional
Donovan does not rely on his magic as much as other Wizards and Witches. Even though he is very powerful, he enjoys the element of surprise that comes from also using melee weapons.


S T R E N G T H S
Torturing
Melee Combat
Dueling: With or Without Magic
Inducing Fear
Innovative Murder



W E A K N E S S E S
Friends
People Skills
Communication Skills
Overreacting
Stubborn

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30 years ago he was born into a Christian Muggle family in suburban England. But back then he was not called Donovan or The Ripper. His birth name was Henry. And his last name... Well that is not important. What is important is everything else. Henry's parents weren't always detestable hateful people. When he was young he did know love from them. That was until... His magic developed. He was 8. Henry was in his room when his parents heard their pet dog yelping loudly in pain. When they rushed into his room they found the dog writhing in pain as Henry was merely staring at it, torturing it with his mind. It was rare for Wizards and Witches to develop their magic at such a young age, which only showed his potential to become one of the most powerful wizards of his generation. His parents were terrified of him. They claimed he was unholy and unrighteous. After that day they wanted nothing to do with him and had even decided to send Henry away and put him into the Foster system. Not wanting to be forced to grow up in the system, Henry packed what he could carry and ran away in the night. He wasn't out long until the Knight Bus found him and took him to the Leaky Cauldron. When there a wizard took particular interest in Henry because he seemed very brave for his age and also had developed his magic at quite a young age. Due to the man's fascination and curiosity in him, he offered Henry a place to stay in his own home.

Henry lived with the Dark Wizard who quickly began to train him in the Dark Arts and basic magic before he even began to attend Hogwarts. A little past Christmas his first year gone, Henry received word that his Mother was pregnant with her second child. Apparently his parents decided to try for another child... A normal child. Although Henry had grown to hate his parents, he couldn't see himself abandoning his own sibling. His parents would not let him back home though, afraid he'd taint the child and turn it towards Satan because they thought he was some Antichrist or something stupid. And even though he wasn't invited to witness the birth of his sister, Henry cloaked himself with an invisibility charm and observed from the window. Without his parents knowledge he began to visit Raven as their parents slept, while she was at school or the park. The separation didn't put a strain on their relationship like it would on most sibling bonds, especially due to his sister's increasing worry about possibly being a Witch as she reached the age of magical development.

Henry stayed at Hogwarts during the school years and stayed with the Dark Wizard during off seasons so he could be near his sister and learn more Dark Arts. And right after graduating he was accepted into becoming an Auror for the Ministry of Magic. When he was 19 and Raven was 10, she too discovered that she had magical abilities. Their parents blocked all communications from him to his sister and Henry had no way of knowing the truth about his sister. When he hadn't heard from her in an abnormally long amount of time, he went out of his way to go visit his old home. Upon arriving he quickly found out that Raven's magic had surfaced and their parents were about to ship her off into foster care half way around the world. They were convinced he had something to do with it, and that he tainted her. In a fit of rage, Henry blacked out and slaughtered both of their parents in cold blood, right before her eyes. But if it wasn't for here he'd be rotting away in Azkaban. Raven told Henry to leave while he could and she made up a lie, blaming a family of prior Death Eaters for the murder of their parents.

Still worried that they could be found out, in a defensive move they both changed their names to hide all knowledge of their past and their muggle born blood status. They were now Donovan and Octavia Grimm. With the change in identity Donovan went into hiding with his Dark Wizard guardian while supporting his sister as he sent her to school at Hogwarts. A few years have passed with little to no issues until one day when he was 23. Octavia disappeared and the Dark Wizard turned Donovan into the Death Eaters. Since the Dark Wizard told them that Donovan was once an Auror they decided to subject him to questioning and torture to get him to spill any and all secrets he had. No one besides Donovan knows what happened in those interrogation rooms. All anyone knows is that ear piercing screams could be heard coming from the room. And what frightened everyone further is that he had no wand at his disposal and was also chained to the wall. The Death Eaters couldn't pass up the opportunity of adding someone like him to their ranks. And after an extensive "test" period that resulted in over a dozen more lives forfeited in attempt to break him, Donovan was accepted into their ranks as their Torturer.
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F A C E C L A I M : Michael Fassbender H E X C O D E : #999999 C R E A T O R : Scar.-

So begins...

Donovan "The Ripper" Grimm's Story

#, as written by mjolnir
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[ Dialogue: #d7284d ] [ Thoughts: #239e93 ] [ Outfit: Business Casual ]
[ Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor ] [ Half Blood: Wizard & Veela ]



Bernadette usually spent most of the school year recesses at Hogwarts. It wasn't that she had no family to go home to. She could always go visit Dominique or Louis, but the school was always her true home. Especially with the return of the Death Eaters, Berny felt the need to remain at Hogwarts helping the Head Master and looking after the students that had no families to go home to. Using the time to her advantage she had been planning out new curriculum to teach the students. Subjects that were more appropriate and could potentially save their lives if there was an attack on the school.

Bern was sitting at her desk when she noticed all the owls departing, obviously sending out the letters to new and returning students no doubt. She nearly had forgotten how close the beginning of the school year was. Slowly standing up, she grabbed a piece of parchment with a list of desired curriculum she wishes to teach to each year when the term begins. She made no haste to the Head Master's office, greeting paintings and ghosts as she traveled through the barren school. Once reaching the entrance she held up her wand and said the words, "Sherbet Lemon." Then the secret staircase towards the office opened, allowing her to ascend up them.

Upon entering the office, Minerva sat in her desk seeming to look over paperwork of a sort. The woman didn't even need to glance up to know who entered the room. "Good day Professor Weasley." When she did look up she set her a warm smiling, while motioning for her to come have a seat. "I saw that you sent out the owls... Is it that time already?" Bern said while crossing the room and taking a seat opposite of Minerva. The Head Master nodded her head, "That it is. Time sure does fly does it not Bernadette?" She then added while motioning towards a freshly hot teapot, "Tea?" Bern relaxed a bit in the chair, "Oh yes please."

Minerva poured a cup of tea, and once Bern had doctored it the way she liked and taken a drink she decided to get to the point. "Minerva, I was wondering if I might have permission to teach more practical magic this year." The Head Master tilted her head slightly, "Do you not do that already?" Bernadette chuckled slightly, "Well yes Head Master. But with the growing threat of the Death Eaters I'd like to teach defensive spells that may be more necessary at the time being... Such as the Patronus, Bombarda... Confringo. Things of that nature." She traced her finger along the brim of her tea cup, "Possibly offensive spells as well. I just want to help the students be able to... survive an attack. I know it's advanced magic but-" Before she could finish her sentence, Minerva held up a hand to silence her. "Ms. Weasley I have the utmost faith that you will be able to prepare the students. Teach them whatever you must to better prepare them."

Bernadette let out a soft sigh of relief before taking another sip of her drink. It wasn't that she thought Minerva would say no. It's more of accepting the threat and realizing that everyone, no matter their age, should be prepared. The Head Master then added, "Just... Make sure it's in a safe environment. I don't want to have to send an owl telling some parents their child has a tail or any other odd appendage." The woman chuckled into her cup, her grin evident by the warm wrinkles by her eyes. "Has that happened before?" Minerva laughed, pouring herself more tea. "You'd be surprised the things that happened when you have students like your Uncle Ronald Weasley."




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[ Dialogue: #a0342a ] [ Thoughts: #999999 ] [ Outfit: Business Formal ]
[ Death Eater Leader / Torturer ] [ Mud Blood: Muggle Born ]



From the halls all that could be heard were the blood curdling screams of Donovan's most recent victim. Some wizard on the light side that attempted to be a spy... Not very well. The screams echoed throughout the corridors for the good bit of a couple hours until they finally came to a quick and silent end. Finished, Donovan opened the door and stepping out into the hallway. Well that was fun. Blood covered a majority of his body but Donovan seemed unfazed as he ran his hands back through his hair. The blood slicking the hair back from his face.

As he continued to walk down the hall the sound of his dress shoes tapping on the wooden floor echoed off the walls. Donovan wearing his suit while also covered in blood looked like he was straight of American Psycho. He adjusted his cufflinks and buttoned his suit jacket as he turned the corner. He took his cane that was tucked under his left arm, grasping the hilt in his right palm as he tapped it on the ground in sync with his strides.

Reaching the staircase, Donovan elegantly but swiftly descended to the first floor. As his feet met the floor at the end of the staircase, he did a slit twirl, pivoting on his heels. He then grabbed his wand from the inside right pocket of his jacket, waving it in the direction of a record player. On cue, a record dropped onto the turn table and the pin moved to the edge of the disk and began to play 20s swing music throughout the halls. Making his way towards the kitchen, Donovan occasionally slid on the hard wood floor and sang into the head of his cane.

Once in the kitchen, he leaned his cane against the wall before removing his blazer, hanging it on a hook. Donovan continued to danced about the room as he unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled up his sleeves. He didn't bother to wash his hands or clean his face. Instead he made his way towards the very old and aged bourbon, pouring himself a glass and taking a large drink. Nothing like blood and bourbon.

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[ Dialogue: #B6633C ] [ Thoughts: orange ] [ Outfit: Casual ]
[ Viking / Original Vampire ] [ Pureblood: Auror Killer ]

Kellen had been sitting at the table for quite some time now, but it wasn't too long until his 'Master' joined the kitchen and took his rightful place at the top end of the long ebony wood table. Every seat was reserved for those who had agreed to be on the Dark side of the war, and this was quite the only place that felt like home for Kellen. He was surrounded by witches and wizards who hungered for blood as much as the next person, and never felt ashamed upon taking an innocent life. Not once did they feel remorse. Donovan's bloody attire hadn't gone amiss, but all Kellen could do was smile as he looked down to the breakfast that their compelled servant had rustled up for him. The images of the person being tortured in that chamber, was a lullaby to the demons that were trapped within his warped and dark mind. "Have fun did you?" he finally spoke, stabbing his fork into the chicken breast before lifting it to his mouth and taking a bite. Yes, even as a Vampire he enjoyed the taste of human food from time to time. "An Invitation would of been more than adequate." Even though Donovan was the leader, Kellen always thought that he would do better to be sat in the high chair, but their Dark Lord had picked Donovan to lead. The Dark Lords words were always final, and Kellen could never argue against such power.

The Viking had many stories to tell with being over 1000 years old, and seeing that Dragons still remained in the world brought a kind warm feeling to him as they were the only connection left to his Viking era. He was known by all for killing the Ministry of Magics Aurors, which was never an easy task, for their jobs were to capture the Dark Witches and Wizards to take them to Azkaban where they would rot behind bars for their unforgivable crimes, but not on Vaughan's watch. You remember the infamous Mad Eye Moody, correct!? his fate had sadly fallen within the hands of the Auror killer.

No-one who sat at this table had; had the privilege of setting their eyes upon: He Who Must Not Be Named, but Kellen had. He even went to battle against Hogwarts during that time, and witnessed the fall of his Lord. Now, there was a new lord. No-one had seen him yet, and they were eager to. He finished off his food, then wiped his mouth with one of the napkins beside his plate. With being unable to die from any dark magic like: Avarda Kedavra, Kellen sometimes got a little cocky. He enjoys pushing himself like a Beta challenging an alpha. Now, if their was a stake at hand with his name written on it!? that would be a whole different story, but it couldn't be just wood. It needs to be enchanted with fire.

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♦Dialogue: #3e7e2f ♦Half-Blood ♦Werewolf


ImageHis mother were always the dreadful and terribly dull kind but lately all she did was gaze out the window to the mountains, sulking in silence. "Oh when will you cut your pathetic mourning out. He's been dead for...what..a solid 25 plus years?" He guessed. Insulting her emotions or asking open questions never evoked a response and this time were no different. "What a pety sight you make along with your reputation. Hell, not just your reputation but all werewolves and his above all. Sulking in the shadows helplessly. Fenrir would be so disappointed in the creation of you." Her face turned in the slightest, and he heard a low growl.
A wicked grin spread across his features as he shrugged on his jacket. "That's all I needed to hear."

He knocked on the house Donovan preoccupied followed by immediate proceeding. Viktor closed the door behind him and strode to the busy kitchen area, his eyes unable to help but find Kellan instantly. "Ah. I see you're still invited to these meetings. And breathing in some form or another." He added under his breath not bothering to hide the distaste in the matter. But it was Grimm's call.

He took a seat and before he could even mention an apology for interrupting a possible routinely torture, he stopped and caught the scent of death in the air. Then saw blood all over Grimm's former attire. "Just missed it. Blast. Who was it this time?" Viktor asked.

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[ Dialogue: #B6633C ] [ Thoughts: orange ] [ Outfit: Casual ]
[ Viking / Original Vampire ] [ Pureblood: Auror Killer ]

"Ah. I see you're still invited to these meetings. And breathing in some form or another."

Kellen couldn't help but smirk at the werewolf's words. He had been feeling bored at this point, but right on cue, there was someone for Kellen to tease. "And I see that Donovan still allows pets at the table. Come now, mate, lets not bicker like a married couple." it may of been under Viktor's breath, but Kellen heard it as clear as day. It wasn't like Viktor was hiding it anyway. He never liked werewolves, he had killed a few back when he enjoyed the sound of pure steel crashing against its opponents. Those days were long gone, and he so wished to go back in time to relive those moments. Viktor was probably the only werewolf he liked because he saw something inside of him. A Warrior.

As we all know, Vikings respect those of great strength, and bravery. Cowards would be banished from their lands, and scorned for all eternity if they ever got to Valhalla. "I'd hate to have to mount your head on my wall." Kellen had never been the one to speak of words that he could not make happen, so the werewolf was lucky that he was within Kellen's good books.

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Soon enough, the tension between werewolf and Vampire had evaporated into thin air as Viktor took his seat at the table, then commented towards Donovan's bloody attire. "Just missed it. Blast. Who was it this time?" Kellen looked up to the werewolf. He considered to make his own comment, but remained silent this time. Hopefully this meeting wouldn't be too long, but they did need to go over their plans.





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✦ D I A L O G: #417F94 ✧ T H O U G H T S: #10B2E8 ✦ O U T F I T: XXX ✧ P E T: EAGLE OWL

PUREBLOOD ✫ RAVENCLAW ✫ 5TH YEAR ✫ LIGHT SIDE

Her room was softly lit from her desk lamp, hovering its light over paperwork as Sophia sat at her desk to study a little before going to sleep. It was only 9pm after all, so an hour of studying would be fine. There was so many teachers she couldn't wait to see again, and so many classes that she was excited to attend; such as.. Care of Magical Creatures, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, History of Magic, Charms, Transfiguration, and so much more that Sophia enjoyed every term.

Her homework was always on time, and she made sure that she didn't miss a thing during classes because her O.W.L.S weren't far away, and she needed her grades to be perfect. All of this hard work never once made her stuck up though, she would help practically anyone, especially those from Hufflepuff. Sophia hated how much that house got hatred from the others, all because it wasn't as popular, and so what!? Hufflepuff was full of kind, caring, trustworthy, protective, and loyal people. How could anyone dislike them so much? Gryffindor didn't have a bad say about anyone but Slytherin.. and who could blame them?

Of course not all Slytherins are nasty bullies etc, but those who were!? they deserved everything they ever got. It was about time that others stood up to them, and to let them know that they didn't own or rule the school. Minerva did.

Sophia kept her window open as usual so Athena could fly in after hunting, then turned off her lamp before climbing into her soft, warm, double bed that was covered in her favorite rose gold colored quilt that was made of silk. Sophia's bed was so comfy!? that it would make you feel like you were sleeping on clouds. It was always nice to be home, but Hogwarts needed everyone more than ever this year.

#, as written by mjolnir
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[ Dialogue: #a0342a ] [ Thoughts: #999999 ] [ Outfit: Business Formal ]
[ Death Eater Leader / Torturer ] [ Mud Blood: Muggle Born ]



Donovan strutted over towards the large seat at the head of the table, pulling it out before plopping down on it. Although he may have dressed like a gentleman does not mean he always acted like one. Holding his drink in his left hand, he reached his right hand into the left interior pocket of his jacket, pulling out a small knife. He leaned forward, stabbing the blade into a green apple that rested in a fruit bowl at the center of the table. He then nonchalantly slouched in his chair, kicking his feet up on the table. "Have fun did you?" Donovan brought the apple to his lips, biting into it and pulling the fruit from his blade. He raised his brows towards Kellen while grinning with the apple in his mouth. He stabbed his knife into the table's surface, before pulling the apple from his mouth but not without taking a bite. "Always."

Upon finishing his current bite of apple, Donovan took another drink of his bourbon. It's a wonder how he's healthy or even alive with his dietary habits. "An Invitation would of been more than adequate." He went to take another bite of his apple, pausing with his mouth open, nearly sinking his teeth into the green peal. "Well as much as I enjoy your thrilling personality and stunning physique... I'd rather not spend anymore time with you than necessary dear Kellen." He then took the bite of his apple, chewing it and swallowing before continuing. "I don't generally appreciate the presence of those who think they should be in my place." Donovan didn't particularly have an issue with Kellen and it generally didn't even bother him that he thought he'd be a better leader than him. But because of that it was hard to trust Kellen and having him in a room full of blood... Well that could turn out badly for Donovan. "But help yourself to whatever blood that is still in there... It may be cold but," He shrugged his shoulders, "You are a viking." He smirked, taking another bite of his apple.

Donovan barely had to look up from his meal of booze and fruit to know that Viktor had entered the room. "Ah. I see you're still invited to these meetings. And breathing in some form or another." He looked up with a hug bite of apple in his mouth, raising his brows in curiosity, "Meeting? What meeting?... You know you should really keep the leader in on this information." He grinned teasingly before chasing his bite of apple with some bourbon. Apparently Donovan was talking more to himself rather than his wonderful company. "And I see that Donovan still allows pets at the table. Come now, mate, lets not bicker like a married couple." He raised his brows when he heard his name, looking between Kellen and Viktor. I'd hate to have to mount your head on my wall."

Groaning, Donovan finished off his apple before speaking, "Jesus you all bicker more than my parents did..." He threw the apple core into the trash basket without leaving his seat. "...I killed them." He grinned evilly while making eye contact with either one of them. Viktor must have noticed the blood that Donovan had quite forgotten covered him from head to toe. "Just missed it. Blast. Who was it this time?" He chugged the remaining bit of his drink, running a hand back through his blood streaked hair. "Ministry spy." He scratched his chin, "Either their spies are getting worse... Or I'm getting better. I haven't quite decided which." Donovan looked between Kellen and Viktor, "Trying to find out when we plan on attacking Hogwarts. But thankfully James Bond in training hadn't found anything out... And now his entrails decorate one of the rooms in the East Wing." He grinned.

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[ Dialogue: #B6633C ] [ Thoughts: orange ] [ Outfit: Casual ]
[ Viking / Original Vampire ] [ Pureblood: Auror Killer ]

"Well as much as I enjoy your thrilling personality and stunning physique... I'd rather not spend anymore time with you than necessary dear Kellen." Kellen wished that he'd choke on that damn apple already. Sadly, wishes never came true, so he remained calm, and laid back. "I don't generally appreciate the presence of those who think they should be in my place." Kellen now smirked. He didn't [ H A T E ] Donovan, but he didn't like him 100% either. Still, Kellen kept his slight dislike for the man to himself out of respect. "But help yourself to whatever blood that is still in there... It may be cold but," He shrugged his shoulders, "You are a viking." Donovan smirked, taking another bite of his apple. "How very tragic he said sarcastically while faking concern in his face before smiling. "Afraid of competition? - and watch your tongue," He warned jokingly. "I don't consort with beggars." He definitely would never take scraps. He could find his own blood. When needed.

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"Ministry spy." He scratched his chin, "Either their spies are getting worse... Or I'm getting better. I haven't quite decided which." Donovan looked between Kellen and Viktor, "Trying to find out when we plan on attacking Hogwarts. But thankfully James Bond in training hadn't found anything out... And now his entrails decorate one of the rooms in the East Wing." Kellen raised his brows and glass up at that.

"And what information did you extract from him?"





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✦ D I A L O G: #417F94 ✧ T H O U G H T S: #10B2E8 ✦ O U T F I T: XXX ✧ P E T: EAGLE OWL

PUREBLOOD ✫ RAVENCLAW ✫ 5TH YEAR ✫ LIGHT SIDE

Sophia was finally at the school, and already one of the 1st years had caused trouble by using one of the schools brooms to fly around the clock tower unsupervised. They screamed as they fell off the broom, and landed on the ground with barely a soft landing, even if there was grass to break the fall a little. They couldn't walk. "Stay still. Don't move." Sophia shouted across the courtyard while rushing over to the scene. Everyone was crowding around the poor injured girl. "I'll go get help." Sophia rushed towards the headmasters office, and barged in through the wooden door on accident. She was now face to face with three confused and startled grownups. Sophia felt embarrassed that she had stormed in uninvited during possibly a meeting.

"Forgive me, professor, but it's an emergency." she said immediately, and still out of breath from running all the way here. "I..." she didn't want to get the first year in trouble for breaking one of the brooms while flying around the tower on their 1st day of school, but she also didn't want house points deducted for taking the fault. She didn't enjoy being a snitch, but it was breaking school rules. Lying, and flying unsupervised. "A first year student somehow found the Quidditch school broom supplies, and now they're in the courtyard on the grass with a broken leg, or arm.. or both."
she was panicking, and feeling a little light headed. She hadn't had time to have breakfast this morning before catching the Hogwarts Express, so her sugar levels were low. She felt like she could pass out at any moment. She looked a little pale.