rough and tumbles // rebbecca

[ruley]

Tyson attempted yet again to bat off the wand of the nurse tending to him. ”Really, it’s just a scratch.” He urged, attempting to cover it with a tissue to stem the bleeding. ”I can see that dear boy, but i need to clean it up!” She chimed back, attempting again to remove the dirt with her wand and this time succeeding, revealing a find cut across his lower arm. It wasn’t the worst cut he had received playing quidditch but it was rather deep. Tyson had always had a phobia of medicine, mainly due to inoculations he received as a child. He knew a lot of magical healing was painless but he was never willing to put it to the test. Although ironically speaking, he wouldn’t be on a broom if he didn’t have the comfort that his bones could be mended in the flick of a wrist. The nurse flicked her wand again and the wound fused up neatly. ”There, not a skelegrow procedure, was it?” She said coldly, taking the tray of bandages and turning to leave. ”Thank you.” Tyson echoed after her, to which he got a sharp nod in return.

His broom was back in his room, Addison had taken it back for him, but he was still in some of his quidditch robes, the trousers at least. He had a white t-shirt otherwise with his robes over his shoulder, the golden number four on its back smeared with blood as he had used it to stem the bleeding as he made his way to the hospital wing. He would clean it when he got back to the common room; Dom was good at these sorts of charms, if she was still awake. He picked up his goggles and left the ward, walking slowly down the corridor making his way vaguely towards the staircase.

It had been nobody’s fault; Tyson had just failed to anticipate that he would be taking the chasers into the section the beaters were practising with the bludgers. The pair had moved around a bit since Tyson last glanced back at them and wasn’t aware of their new position. Sure enough, he took a bludger to the shoulder and landed hard on the gravel under the goals shortly after. He hadn’t been as high off the ground so it could have been a lot worse. His team had been great in getting him to the hospital wing, he had ushered them away, having them get some sleep for their lessons tomorrow, captains orders. He stopped at one of the windows and took a moment to take in the sunset. Flexing his arm to check how good the repair job had been.

[liberty]

It had been an extremely long day, mostly full of studying and belittling a group of third years just to make a point that Slytherin were better and no one could mess with her. Most people considered all the Greyback’s to be the same, considering their father was a bit of a handful but they weren’t. She had seven siblings, well half siblings and the only ones she got on with well was her younger Slytherin siblings and the eldest Gryffindor, the other ones she’d be civil to but that didn’t mean she liked them, she just felt family should stick together whether or not they liked each other or not. Rebecca had a civil relationship with her younger Hufflepuff brother, they’d talk but that didn’t mean they enjoyed each others company as for Daniel, well, he was a handful and being civil got no where with him, so Rebbecca always found herself arguing with him trying to act civil never quite worked with him, he was just to stubborn.

What was she doing on the third floor in the first place, all there was up there was the hospital wing! Earlier on she had seen an old friend of hers rushed in there and you could say she was concerned but that would mean she cared which she didn’t. Rebbecca Greyback didn’t care about anyone, not after what the Gryffindor cow had done to her in their sixth year. She stood by the door watching the commotion with a small smirk on her face and neither of them had noticed her stood there.

A while ago Rebbecca Greyback and Tyson Crowshaw had what you could call a fling, it was pretty serious considering the fact neither of them were drunk. He happened to be her rebound of what her ex-partner did to her but then she developed a soft spot for the Gryffindor and they had gotten along well together, especially since she slept with him, numerous of times. The nurse hurried back to her office and she carried on watching him, flexing his arm and she stifled a laugh before emerging from the door way, “Well, hello there, long time no see,” Becca walked over and leaned down placing her lips by his ear, “Last time I saw you, you was in quite a sweat.” She leaned back and chuckled lightly to herself.

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tyson crowshaw.
yaay, dramaaa.

[ruley]

Tyson would live, it was hardly as bad as injuries obtained in professional quidditch and on half as bad as the rumours of injuries around twenty years ago. New regulations had solve that. Tyson had initially refused the idea of all the leather gloves and pads quidditch plays have to don before heading out to play but after today, he could definitely see the benefits. Now all he needed was a strong cup of tea before bed, or at least something warm, the castle wasn't exactly built with a heating system in mind.

He had been so focused on his arm he hadn't heard the footsteps of Rebbecca approaching, her distinct voice full of her usual bravado, within a small degree anyway. Their fling was in the back of Tyson's mind now, not often bringing it to the forefront. He hardly ever saw her these days which was probably for the best. "Long time indeed." Tyson replied, nodding in greeting as she leaned in closer, as if to whisper in his ear. As she withdrew, her chuckle told Tyson she was loving his discomfort, which was just what he needed right now. "Well, I'll live. That's the important part." Tyson managed, now turning to face Rebbecca, her blonde hair seemed perfection compared to the mess that rested on Tyson's head. Quidditch practise had a knack for dragging your looks down.

[liberty]

The seventeen year old was motivated by other people’s pain; if she caused them physical of mental pain she would be pleased with herself. Let’s be honest, Slytherin’s these days are far to kind so Rebbecca had to bring it on herself to cause some sort of pain to people and use them for her own reasons. Like when she met Tyson, she only had one thing on her mind at the time but now look, they got along fairly well, despite her hardly talking to him for the past couple of minds. She observed him for a moment before she sat down on the end of the bed and fiddled with the ends of her long hair that had been left down. Tyson was a friend, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t bring up the past if it amused her.

Gently she ran her thumb against her bottom lip and cocked an eyebrow, curious as to whether he’d avoid a conversation that involved their old days were they’d sneak off to the room of requirement together, she didn’t mind talking about it. If he regretted what they had done even more reason to bring it up. Being unsocial made it hard to make a proper conversation with people; she was only use to sarcastic comments and a cold tone. She tormented people and that was what she was good at, although she was only like that because of the wonderful work her ex-partner did and not a lot of people knew that.

“Oh yes, I’m sure you will live, no doubt about it m’dear,” Rebbecca smirked to herself and stood up from the bed brushing down her robes to get rid of any dirt. Then she looked at him with a cold look, “But is it important you live?” She was joking but because of her facial expression and her cold tone it sounded as if she was planning on killing him, but she wasn’t and hopefully he knew her well enough to know she was kidding.

349 words.
tyson crowshaw.

[ruley]

Tyson still wasn’t sure what his motivations were for his fling with Rebbecca, he was younger and less motivated by work so he found he had a lot of free time. He could try to convince himself that that was the only reason but previously, he didn’t want to go near any of the Greybacks, regardless of house or gender. There’s no doubt that Rebbecca turned out stunning, her long blonde hair would often pull a second look from passersby but Tyson refused to accept that he fell for her seductive swagger. Infact he might be forced to admit he had felt something for her, more than what Rebbecca might have felt for him between the sheets in the room of requirement.

Now though, he knew her type, or at least he hoped so. They were still on good terms, defiantly they called each other friends to a certain degree but he wasn’t sure how she felt about the past. Her manipulative nature was shining through as she drew her thumb across her lower lip, lightly as not to smudge her lipstick. Tyson was hardly in the mood for the mind games Rebbecca was obviously looking to play, but he would play along as long as he could manage. Being isolated in the Hospital wing surrounded by his childhood fear had opened a need for some conversation to drag him back down to reality.

Tyson merely managed a smile as Becca agreed with his own analysis about the prospect of his death being delayed yet again, but the chilling comment that followed would have spoke volumes to those who didn’t know Rebbecca like Tyson did. ”Well, I’d certainly hope so.” Tyson smiled faintly, pondering for a witty response that didn’t seem to come. ”Who else would help Gryffindor kick your teams arse this year?” He chuckled lightly, adding: "And I wouldn't want someone to beat you to it.". Becca would undoubtedly know about his strong desire to become a professional qudditch player yet Tyson was unsure of Becca’s future plans, he couldn’t really recall that many conversation surrounding that subject, if any. Tyson dropped his goggles and quidditch robe on the bed, it was obvious he wasn’t slipping away any time soon.

[liberty]

Rebbecca Greyback was the type of person that would get in your personal space and watch you squirm while she sat back and enjoyed the show; you could say she was a bad person. Sometimes she had her good moods when she’d just glare at a third year for running into her rather than seek revenge on them, after all when she was in a rather cunning mood she had to use it on someone, she couldn’t just sit around and not use her ideas. There were still a lot of Slytherin’s like her, in terms of pure-blooded. A lot of them didn’t act like Slytherin’s, if you was a Slytherin you was suppose to be ruthless and cruel, but yet a lot of them hung around with Hufflepuff’s. Well, she had her odd day when she got along with the other houses but that was her business and no one else’s.

The seventh year Slytherin was a nasty bit of work and it was best to stay on her good side. Some people have enemies, friends, acquaintances, etc. None of these were useful to Rebbecca, she had alias, people who she knew and they knew her that way she didn’t get close but she got along with them quite well and would socialize with them just to keep them on side. Then there were the others, if you didn’t fit in to her alias category then you was in the others. The others were everyone else, someone who she could bully or someone she could attempt to become a alias with. Sometimes she liked to think she had alias from different houses, those people from Hufflepuff who were pure-blooded would sometimes fall under alias but not all the time.

Rebbecca twirled along piece of hair around her finger and pondered on something to talk about, anything that would create conversation whether it was her joking-cold comments or just pure sarcasm. “You can hope all you want but one day you won’t be saying that, you won’t be saying anything at all my little Tyson..” Gently she caressed his cheek and then slapped it lightly before looking around. It was very dull in here and definitely needed one of those muggle decorator things. The conversation turned to quidditch and she frowned, “Even with you Slytherin will still wipe the floor with them, isn’t it obvious? We are willing to be aggressive in order to win yet Gryffindor doesn’t have it in them to retaliate to our violent yet natural behave.”

433 words.
tyson crowshaw.

[ruley]

Tyson liked to consider himself an easy going guy, he wouldn’t exactly bend over backwards for anyone but he’d at least make himself more pliable to give them a hand. Becca had exploited this on occasion during their fling and he was pondering how much she would choose to do so now. He chose to stay sat on the bed as Rebbecca paced around, leaving her to her eccentricities was something Tyson had learnt to do long ago, along with many other things he had learnt about her.

At the time, he had kept things under wraps regarding their escapades about the castle, not just in the room of requirement, nobody had found out, especially not his mother. If she had found out how involved he had gotten with a Greyback, especially without context she’d send him five howlers before coming to visit herself. He didn’t regret his actions, he had a good time and it was what he had needed at the time. Looking back, if he would have done anything differently he might have contemplated not doing it in the first place, at all. It had taken his somewhat naive mind to realise he was a rebound guy but it didn’t seem to stop Rebbecca keeping it going for a while, longer than he had expected anyway.

Dropping back to reality, Rebbecca was yet again emanating all her manipulative traits by toying with her hair. Realistically speaking, Tyson had just had a two hour quidditch session that ended in him falling fifty feet, did she really think his mind would be so quick to jump back to that? The slap was unwelcomed, but he didn’t react, he just blinked sharply and shot a look back at her. ”Looking forward to it” He said sarcastically, rubbing his arm to get rid of any lingering charms, it still felt stressed. ”That way I don’t have to do all this work, or put up with you!” He said in jest, knowing Becca expected these sorts of remarks. ”I know we don’t, by my order actually.” He began, adding as an afterthought: ”It’s a game of skill, and I believe we should aim to keep it that way.”

[liberty]

A lot of people would comment on how manipulative she was, if she wanted something she’d get it. No matter what it was she’d get it and if she didn’t she wouldn’t act so kindly. For a moment she wondered around the Hospital, observing the plain bed sheets and looked out the window before turning her attention back to Tyson. Rebbecca ignored his words and sat back down next to him, talking to her about Quidditch was pointless, she didn’t care if Slytherin won or lost, she’d never show any interest in the sport but she knew that Tyson enjoyed his Quidditch and wanted to be a professional, which was all good in the money area. The older Slytherin sat herself back down onto the bed where Tyson was sitting and she smirked to herself.

Carefully she placed her hand on his thigh seductively and cocked a eyebrow, “Apart from Quidditch, how have you been? Enjoying your NEWTs?” No one in the right mind would enjoy their NEWTs but let’s be fair, he was a Gryffindor, maybe he was enjoying studying. Hopefully Tyson wouldn't reject her seductive gesture but then again their fling had been a while ago and he might not be up for that anymore.

214 words.
tyson crowshaw.
sorry it's short!

[ruley]

Tyson continued to watch Rebbecca pace around the Hospital wing, pausing every so often at random intervals to talk or to contemplate. He had no trouble in letting her do this, getting caught up in her whirlwind of mind games was something was was used to and he was sure this was yet another one, he just hadn't found the trigger point yet. Tyson rolled is eyes, of course had had just ignored everything he had just said, if it didn't contain a shred of interesting material she'd dismiss it out of hand, he was beginning to remember how vacant a conversation with Rebbecca could feel, at least vacant in one direction anyway.

As she sat down next to him, placing a hand on his knee as she did so. The raising of her eyebrow only helped emphasise the action. As usual, Rebbecca was carefully moderating her body language to suit the current persona she wanted to emanate. Usually it was disinterest or a mixture of evil and manipulation. This time it seemed, she was playing the seduction game. "Ignoring workloads and deadlines, I've been pretty good." Tyson said, nodding slowly at his own somewhat opportunistic outlook, attempting not to let the discomfort and arousal of having an attractive young woman place her hand on his thigh from showing through. "Classes could be better, but they're just a stepping stone to getting out of here, i still skip the occasional lesson." He mused, referring back to their fling in sixth year. "How about you? Getting on all right?" He finished. The question was just a formality, he knew she might easily dismiss it or use it as an excuse to stroke her own ego to some degree about how awesome the past week has been.

notes: sorry mines short too - hopefully dialouge or something will pick up more :3