Jimjams

Although it wasn't her mentor's classroom any more, something about the classroom just reminded her of the woman in a way. Not so much that she saw the Mad's face or anything when she walked in there, but there was just something comforting in the room. When she needed somewhere to be alone, somewhere to just sort of hide away and be on her own - she always seemed to find this classroom when it was empty.

When it was empty and just here, she could sort of feel... almost at home there. It was good for a her current nerves; it was giving her a little bit of time to chill out. Stressing a little less might make things run a little smoother.

So having pushed the desks out of the way, she curled herself into the corner, a soft ball of light floating above her, she was quietly enjoying her book.

That was, she was enjoying the tale right up until the plot took a turn for the more... racy. A blush at the unexpectedness of the turn of events began to spread across her cheeks, as she worried her lower lip. If she wasn't using both hands to hold the book, she would have already wrapped some of her hair around her finger. After clearing her throat, and giving a soft nervous laugh Juliet decided she was being silly. She was a big girl after all, this sort of thing was nothing new to her.

Straightening her shoulders slightly, not sitting quite as comfortably as she formally was, she went back to her tail, determined to focus on what was going on.

Only, the problem was, she couldn't help finding her mind drifting more and more. Every few words she would stop, distracting herself with a thought that she would then have to shake her head to dislodge. It got so bad, that at one point she had finally realized she had been staring at the same line for what must have been over five minutes.

And, the blush never left her face the whole time.

Valkyrie stumbled into the room clumsily, dark rings circling her bright blue eyes. There was blood smeared over the right side of her face, most of it staining the pale skin around the corner of her lips.

It wasn't her fault, exactly, that she couldn't keep away from other werewolves- and consequently, wolf fights for territory. She hated being in a Pack- or at the very least, the idea of being in a Pack. Valkyrie had always avoided them. But admittedly, having to fight for one's territory against 7 other stronger animals was a challenge that she had not risen to yet.

Hands scrabbling for her wand that she had hastily fled with, the girl pressed its tip to her jaw as she slid onto the floor in the Charms Classroom. Definitely broken.

Sucking a sharp breath through her nose, the girl cast a spell under her breath- only for her jaw's bones to grind and click noisily, sending an excruciating pain shooting up her skull. Hissing lowly, Valkyrie pulled away her wand almost instantly. She would have to go to the Infirmary. She hated the Infirmary.

Jumping a foot in the air, her book clattering loudly to the floor, Juliet looked wide-eyed (Like the child caught with her hand in the cookie jar) at the other girl who had crashed into her classroom. Hiding the book behind her as if the new comer could tell where her thoughts had been going - and just who she had been thinking of - just by looking at it, Juliet got up slightly, leaning closer to the girl

It was then that she noticed the state of the girl, and her eyes widened. Her face was still warm with a blush from her former thoughts but she was more focused on the girl's state.

"Oh my G-" she cut her self off shaking her head as she sat herself in front of her, "What happened? Oh, wait that's a silly question, you can't really answer can you?" She gave a soft laugh at herself before shaking her head and sobering again. "Do you want- I mean I can... you can't really answer that all that much either can you?" Shaking her head she pulled out her wand and gave what she hoped was a reassuring smile. "I swear, I actually know what I'm doing." She fell over enough from day to day life she should have been able to manage Episkey by now.

Then again, she didn't break bones all that much. Still, this wasn't the time for thoughts like that. Focusing on the girl's wounded jaw, she counted softly to herself before casting the spell, "Episkey."