Queen of the Gobstones...

"Good one, Matt!" Lily cheered, not even phased by the goop currently being shot into her face. She didn't even attempt to wipe it off right away, the sticky yellow liquid sliding down her face and dripping into her lap, getting on her already goopy dress. It was a good thing the stuff didn't stain, or her mother might have killed her for wearing one of her prettiest dresses while playing Gobstones.

"You're very much welcome."[/i] Lysander lifted his sleeve, gently wiping away the goo from his mate's face as he munched away at his muffin, his own face still quite hidden behind Lily. He wasn't exactly a people person until he got to know someone better, preferring his creatures. Johiah had been the only exception to that so far, but then, the small Gryffindor was quite impossibly like some kind of enchanting creature and she was impossibly similar to his mother. Lily was about the same way most of the time, usually hiding herself behind Lorcan. But the Ravenclaw wasn't here right now and Matt was nice. She was at ease, playing Gobstones in the comfort of her own common room.

Lily reached out, delaying her own shot to open her muffin and dig her teeth into the top. She chewed, setting it down and leaning forward slightly, eyes flickering upwards from the board to Matt's face. She frowned then, concerned. There had been a flash of something there, and while Lily wasn't exactly an expert in most things, she was pretty good at reading faces, at least, most of the time. Matt had seemed... Overwhelmed or distressed by something, if only for that short moment. It worried the female Hufflepuff enough for her to pull free from Lysander, scooting forward and leaning her way over the board.

"Are you alright? You look a bit ill." One small, freckled hand reached out, palm finding Matt's forehead, a behavior learned from Lily's mother. Hmm, he didn't feel warm, at least, not that she could tell. "I don't think you've a temperature. Lys, you're the expert, does he feel warm to you?"

Lysander scooted closer as Lily pulled away, rubbing his hands together and quite forwardly shoving one down the back of Matt's shirt while the other found his forehead. He sat for a second, and then shook his head, removing his hands. "He's fine. She is nice."[/b] The blond whispered, scooting back and grabbing up his muffin. He placed Lily between himself and Matt, burying his face in the muffin as Lucien began attempting to make a nest in his hair.

”Matt? Matt?” Lily asked, worry all over her face now as she younger boy doubled over, gripping onto his head like he was under the affects of some impossibly strong head ache or something worse. There were all kinds of possibilites for one’s head to hurt in the magical world. Poison or a spell gone wrong to name a couple, but this didn’t seem like either of those, at least not to Lily. At only thirteen she wasn’t very well versed in such things though. Matt had been fine only minutes ago, what could possibly have triggered such a reaction? She didn’t know what to do… And there was only one thing to really be done when you didn’t know what to do. ”I’ll fetch… someone. Stay here, we’ll get you sorted.”

With that, the female Hufflepuff rose up onto her feet and bolted, rushing from the common room as fast as her long legs could take her. They needed the matron or a teacher.

Lysander shifted forward, his impossibly gentle nature kicking in as he reached out his hand, gently taking Matt’s head in them and running his thumbs over the younger boy’s temples. Lys couldn’t help it though. Matt had suddenly gone from some odd stranger to someone who needed help… and it reminded Lysander a great deal of his creatures when they were in pain or trouble. ”Hey… My Lily’ll get help. Do you want to lie down?” He asked, his voice as soft as it normally was whenever he spoke to a creature, though, this was different as Matt wasn’t exactly one of the many animals Lysander tended to on a regular basis all over the grounds of the school. The older boy was a nurturer, unable to stay away when someone else was in need. His parents had invoked too much of a good hearted spirit into him for that.

”Meg?” Lysander blinked, the name registering. He knew a Meg, she was a bit older, a Ravenclaw who looked actually quite similar to the boy resting on the floor in front of him. Well, Lysander couldn’t get Matt’s mother, but there was another option here… Hoping his knowledge of genetics due to his long hours studying different animals was right, Lysander stood up and ran over to the door. He pushed it open and shouted at the red head who’s legs were taking her down the hallway, nearly at the end. ”Meg Knightley of Ravenclaw, my beautiful spry one!”

Lily turned, holding up a thumb to indicate she had heard. She raced along, down the hallway and up stairs, hoping she’d be able to find the girl Lysander had told her to. It had to be Matt’s sister. Maybe Matt’s headaches were a normal occurrence and his sister would know exactly what to do for him. Lily certainly hoped so, it would be immensely bad if something happened to Matt just because she didn’t go straight for Matron first.

Lysander returned to Matt, crouching down by him and gently reaching out a hand to rub at his back. He had no idea he was probably making the problem worse just with his presence, but then, there was no way he could have. ”Lily’s getting your sister, mate.”[/I] Lysander promised, sitting all the way down and continuing to try and sooth the poor younger boy. He had never experienced a head ache the way Matt seemed to be. Perhaps he was just prone to migraines, but even then, Lysander felt quite bad for him. But maybe Meg would be able to help. Lysander knew that if he had been feeling this poorly at school he would have been begging for Lorcan if the other boy didn’t sense it first.

Lily’s feet carried her rapidly down the hallways, leaping up staircases, her legs longer than the rest of her like they always had been. She was a willowy child, taking more after her father than her mother, but for most of her face and her hair. And she was fast. She had always been exceptionally fast, able to keep up with the twins gallivanting with ease so long as she wasn’t stricken with the sudden anxieties she sometimes got. And then Lorcan was always there to take her hand and help her catch up to him and Lysander so he could have her other hand. She knew where the Ravenclaw tower was, having been there before with Lorcan, though not inside. It was so far away from the Hufflepuff burrow, they might have been in separate countries…

As she raced along one corridor, nearly there, a voice had Lily slowing down. She paused, panting, staring at the slightly older girl, green eyes wild with panicing worry. She took in the girl’s clothing quickly and her location… She was a Ravenclaw. Normally Lily would have shied away, her own introverted self hiding away like some kind of turtle, but this was important. She had been sent on this mission, had done it on her own, because she knew she could run faster than Lysander could through the occasionally crowded castle. Matt needed help, and it was up to Lily to suck down her insecurities and get it. ”I’m… looking f-for Meg Knightley. Her brother’s having some kind of fit. Have you see her?”

Lysander watched as Matt curled further into himself. By now there were other students gathering, wondering what was wrong with the second year. A couple of them got closer, trying to ask, but Lysander moved himself between them and Matt. Lily was getting help and the boy didn’t need any more onlookers than there already were. Lysander reached out, tugging the smaller boy’s head into his lap gently, bending over him and holding on, trying to shield him away, hoping the darkness would help sooth whatever was hurting his head.