It took Orion a good fifteen minutes to get from the owlery to the hospital wing. He might have gotten there sooner had he been in any kind of hurry, but the boy wasn't concerned for the girl's well being and so he took his time, walking at a leisurely pace as the girl's body floated along in front of him.

He smirked at all the people he passed, who alternated between looks of shock and looks of confusion, and every now and then he could hear snickers from those he passed, no doubt laughing at the girl's lack of modesty at the moment. Orion felt he were being enough of a good samaritan, taking her to the hospital wing, without going the extra mile and fixing her skirt which had ridden up enough that it might as well not be there, or her house which didn't do much to cover her chest, or lack there of.

Thankfully, professors were scarce as he made his way, or they would have most likely put an end to his little bit of fun and given him a talking to about his actions. Eventually though, he found himself outside the doors of the ward and pushed the doors open, holding them open as he directed past him the body of the girl. While he did this, the nurse decided to make an appearance, no doubt having heard the doors open and looking none too happy as she caught sight of the floating body and it's appearance.

"What is the meaning of this?" The medi-witch stalked over, her eyes bugging out as she took in the scene, indicating the lack of decorum the body presented, all of which Orion ignored with a roll of his blue eyes. "Well I could stand here debating the proper way one should wear their uniform, or you could tell me which bed to place the body on and concern yourself with more pressing matters, like why she is unconscious."

The boy opted for simply placing the body on the nearest empty bed while the nurse gaped at him, ending the levitating spell and setting up camp in the chair next to the bed. Keeping a spell up for that length of time was taxing on ones magic and energy, but he kept himself from completely collapsing. The nurse seemed to have regained her bad mood and came over with a withering glare for his benefit, mumbling about disrespectful students and who knew what else as she pulled the blanket over the girl's exposed body.

"What were you doing that she ended up in this condition?" She asked him with a suspicious look. Obviously, the nurse had put two and two together and came to the wrong conclusion. Orion smiled at her. "Discussing bestiality." He answered her, looking all too happy to supply that information. It was pretty close to the truth after all. The medi-witch was not pleased, and her glare intensified as she deemed him unhelpful and waved her wand over the girl, performing tests, Orion assumed, and mumbling things like malnourished and underweight.

A little more inclined to stay now, the teen leaned comfortably in his chair as the nurse bustled out of the room and came back moments later with a few potions. "You may leave now." Said none too nicely, sparing him a cutting glance as she forced the potions down the girl's throat. Orion wasn't having it though. "I'm her cousin." He lied smoothly. "So I'm staying." His tone indicated that he wouldn't be leaving under any circumstances, and thankfully she let it go instead of arguing with only a glare.

The woman bustled back out, and this time took a few minutes to come back. When she did, there was a tray of food in her hands, which she set on the bedside table. "If you're going to stay you might as well make yourself useful. When she wakes, you make sure she eats this porridge, and drinks this potion." The nurse instructed him, and turned to go off and do who knew what. But Orion called to her. "What is wrong with her exactly?" He asked, not letting his interest show, and schooling his face into a look of concern. This seemed to do the trick, because the medi-witch sighed and gave the girl a pitiful look. "She is malnourished. Extremely so. I will need to set her up on a routine of nourishment potions, but even that will only take her so far if she does not start to eat."

With that, the woman left, probably off to her office, and Orion had nothing to do but wait. He didn't even know why he was waiting, but seeing as he had already come this far in the game, he might as well play til the end.

Her hearing and smell came back almost simultaneously as Sibes lay in the hospital bed, having just been force-fed potions of some sort that left a sour taste in her mouth. She feigned sleep as she listened to the harpy of a nurse bluster about for different potions and things, and she had to hold back a snicker when she heard the boy who could be called her savior in some ways say he was her cousin. Right. Like they had a damn bit of blood in common. In reality they probably did if he was also pure, but that was beside the point.

Keeping her breathing low and at rest, Sibes listened to the nurse’s words as she described her state of health. Merlin’s taint. Now this stupid boy knew her weakness and was about to try and force her to eat. In front of him. The very thought made her groan, and thus her cover was blown. Obviously she’d have to admit to being awake now, which made her terribly sad. Why did she have to go and pass out like that? It just wasn’t right! She was supposed to keep herself alive without having to eat in front of any of her peers. How hard was that?

Apparently extremely. All she could do was groan again and roll over, dark hair covering half of her face as she did so. Her knees were pulled up to her chest in an instant as she lay on her side, stomach cramping from the sudden influx of nourishment potions. Oh, it hurt! She’d been living on less than full nourishment for so long now, only really bothering to eat game she caught in her tiger form and mostly eating it raw in the forest while she was still the beast. This was just too much.

A gasp tore through her throat along with a roar of pain as she hugged her legs more tightly against her chest, willing the torture to stop. A few moments of panting and growling later, and her stomach stopped clenching and slowly eased back to normal, aside from some random spasms. Her muscles still hurt from the episode, but she was slowly relaxing again, only to feel humiliation before the haughty male who sat near her bed.

”I swear, if you even try to force that slop down my throat I will slice your head clean off,” she hissed, wincing as her threatening movement caused her stomach muscles to clench again. ”And if you tell a soul about this I won’t hesitate to hex you all the way to Siberia where the wolves will eat your entrails while you’re still alive.”

Orion watched with mild interest on his face as the small lump under the blanket that was the girl moved and groaned. She rolled over, and Orion only knew this because her face was now facing him. Or at least he thought so. It was rather difficult to tell what with her hair all over the place. Her discomfort was obvious, if her groans were anything to go by, and her roar brought a chuckle from him.

"I'm guessing that nutrient potion doesn't agree with your stomach then." He stated in an unconcerned tone, leaning forward to move her hair out of the way to better see her face. It was no act of caring, the teen just wanted her to be able to see his smirk. "You really shouldn't make a habit of starving yourself to the point of feinting. You might not always be in the presence of a gentleman like myself." His tone was as mocking as ever, and he was clearly having a good time of her bad situation.

But Orion didn't pity her one bit. If she wanted to starve herself then she brought this upon herself and he didn't feel bad for her in the least. He almost seemed to revel in her embarrassment. Her threats had his smirk widening into an almost grin. The boy was obviously enjoying himself, and didn't seem at all concerned by her threats. "Now, now. You heard what the doctor said." He was clearly taking pleasure in her discomfort as he reached for the porridge, his blue eyes laughing at her.

He held the bowl with one hand, while taking the spoon with the other, preparing to actually feed the girl. This was no act of kindness on his part, but a mocking of her situation. Her clear discomfort with him knowing her dirty little secret and with the idea of actually eating was too good for him not to antagonize her anger further. He was prepared for a bad reaction when he moved the spoon towards her lips, and while he looked for all the world as unconcerned as possible, his muscled were stretched tight under his clothes in tense anticipation. "Now open up you beast." He smirked at her.

There was nothing Sibes wanted more than to rip his mocking blue eyes out of that damned skull as the boy taunted her with her predicament. She could feel the disheveled state of her clothing, and while she didn’t care, she was sure people would think certain things of the situation. She vaguely wondered how this boy would deal with that and planned to encourage the rumors if she could help it. After all, she was enjoying her growing reputation as some kind of scarlet woman.

The Russian was left with one important question, however, which she voiced while sneering at the porridge the nurse had left. ”Shouldn’t we know each other’s names if we’re cousins now?” she asked with a raised brow and made to state her name, but stopped short as she watched the boy grasp a spoon and ladle some of the thick substance with a wicked grin.

Oh, he had best not think he was about to feed her. Clearly he had lost whatever bit of a mind he had before, because Sibes was not about to allow that to happen! She shifted back in the bed, scooting along and sitting against the wall as if she could meld right into the stones. When that didn’t work and he kept bringing the spoon closer to her lips, she snarled and shot out a hand, swiping at him with her claws. If he wouldn’t take her warnings seriously, she’d just show him what she was capable of.

Sibes intended to slice his hand or wrist, whichever she made contact with, straight to the bone for his transgressions. He shouldn’t try to force her into anything. There was no desire in her for any sort of food, especially not this slop and especially not in front of this boy. He’d have to tie her to the damn bed to get any of that porridge down her throat! Hopefully he didn’t think of that method…

Orion had expected as much from the girl. She was angry, and vulnerable, and much like the animals she seemed to act like she lashed out when backed into a corner. The boy actually laughed as he evaded the swipe of her hand and caught her small wrist in his own hand, dropping the spoon in the process. It clattered to the floor, the porridge that he had scooped up with it splattering a bit as it did. Orion smirked at her, his blue eyes bright with his amusement as he was willing to be no one so far had evaded her claws quite so effectively, and he tightened his hold on her wrist to keep her in place so she would be off balanced enough so she would not be able to swipe at him with the other hand.

"Violence is never the answer dear cousin of mine." He advised her in his mockingly stern tone that in no way went with his devilish smile. "Now allow me to explain your two options here." The boy leaned forward so as to keep his grip on the girl as he drew closer to her to make sure her dole focus was on him. "Now option one is you can fight me, in which case I'll allow you to win only to stick around for the entertainment that is sure to follow when Madame Pomfrey forces this down your throat none too gently and keeps you in here for a few days. Orion's smile turned into a cruel smirk at the thought before he continue on. "And option two is you can make the best out of a bad situation, allow me to feed you this muck in my mocking superior way, and then be out of here before the day's end."

With that, he gave her wrist a squeeze just to reinforce the fact that he was, in fact, stronger than her, and then released her arm from his grip. He took his wand and vanished the spoon and it's mess in one fluid motion, and with a muttered incantation he conjured a new spoon. He wasn't sure if the beast-like girl even knew what one was, be he supposed animal training had to start somewhere. "Orion." The boy supplied his name, as he dipped the spoon back into the bowl and arched a brow at the girl. "Now are you going to make this easy or should I tie you down first?" His smirk made it clear that he would follow through with that threat and would enjoy it to it's full extent.

This boy was quite possibly the most frustrating person on the face of the earth! He’d actually managed to dodge her claws and grab her wrist in a most painful manner, and Sibes couldn’t do a damned thing about it! How frustrating. She growled and sneered at him, showing her eye teeth that were still rather sharp and elongated. If she ever had a chance she would definitely mark him with those teeth, and she guaranteed he’d like it, too.

She rolled her emerald eyes at his cousin comment, and at the message about violence, since she lived by teaching lessons through physical punishment. Given the two options he presented her, it was clear that she would allow him to feed her, even if it was degrading and irritating and she’d probably still try to bite him in the process. There was no way she was about to let that loon of a nurse anywhere near her if she could help it, at least, not more than strictly necessary. It wasn’t like she was dying, after all. (Or at least she stubbornly insisted.)

The squeeze of her wrist had her hissing in discomfort and she shot him a deadly glare as he offered his name. ”Sibes,” she hissed, flipping her hair behind her shoulder and sighing as she felt knots in it. ”You could have been a bit better to my unconscious self when you brought me here. My hair is a damned mess. Mudak.” She muttered the swear in her native tongue while glaring at the porridge laden spoon yet again. She was at least glad to note that he’d gotten a clean one when he’d dropped the first.

His words had her perking up, however, and a devilish gleam filled her eyes. ”I can’t say I’m opposed to that offer, cousin,” she purred, arching her back so that her chest pressed forward towards the boy who she thought might actually be able to handle her. This was a first. Her eyes dared him to make a move as she sat there, mischief and sexual deviance flowing freely from her body language. This might be more entertaining than either student had thought.

Orion, for his part, merely smirked back at her show of fangs and her angry hisses and furious gaze. The boy lived for situations such as these, where he was in complete control and could flaunt it to those who would undoubtedly fall submissive to him whether they saw it coming or not. Her name, while completely different when compared to the semi-average array of names you normally heard around the castle, was not so surprising when one coupled it with her thick accent. The teen had pegged her as either German or Russian until her muttered curse clarified she were the latter.

"I never claimed to be a gentleman, and I got you here without further damage being done to your unconscious self, which is more than I can say for you." He countered with a knowing gleam in his eyes, all the while smirking in an irritatingly smug manner. It was impossible to not notice her change in attitude or the way she seemed to throw herself at him in an extremely provocative manner. Orion was a male after all, and these things he noted with one brow arching upward, smirking at the girl who was practically begging to be taken there and then. "Is the beast inviting the man to tame it? A first in the ways of the world." He commented boredly, mocking her enthusiasm for sex.

Not that he didn't enjoy the activity just as much as any person with the same anatomy as him. Orion was just positive she was using this as a diversion, trying to distract him from the reason why he continued to sit there in the first place, and in the process ruining all his fun. Two could play at this however, and the male Slytherin's smirk turned cruel. "As for your hair.." He trailed off, commenting on her earlier statement and rising from his seat a bit, extending his arm as if making to run his fingers through her glistening dark hair but instead fisting his hand in it tightly, to the point where he knew she would receive both pain and pleasure from it.

"I'm of the opinion it didn't look too hot already, considering it isn't getting the nutrients it needs to be any kind of healthy shine or vibrant color." Orion hissed at her lowly, his face now inches from her as he pulled on said hair none too gently, exposing the pale column that was her throat to him and flashing his own set of glistening teeth at her. "Now, I may not have fangs, but trust me when I say my bite can be just as harmful, and leave as good a mark as yours can." He bit her neck hard enough to break the skin to demonstrate, feeling rather than knowing that this would present the girl with both pain and pleasure.

"But they can also be pleasing." In another show of demonstration, the boy grazed over her exposed skin with his teeth lightly and expertly, ending at her ear which he just as expertly nibbled for a moment, before pulling back enough to where his face was once again inches from hers. There was no fear or wariness in his blue eyes. There was not even a shred of lust or want. There was only amusement, as if he found it humoring that she would want something he could easily turn away from. But his gaze hardened, glinting in their cruel intent as he twisted his fist in her hair to enforce a little more pain. "And if you ever attempt to claw me again for no better reason than your own misplaced anger I will remove every strand of hair from your head."

His tone was promising, and there was no mistaking the threat in his voice or eyes as he released her hair finally, resuming his position in his chair. "Now be a good beast and allow me to feed you so that I can get the entertainment I stuck around for." Back was the mocking tone and smirk, but underneath it all was the cruel and dangerous vibe of a man who made good on his threats.

A snarl ripped through her throat in answer to his assumption that she wanted to be tamed. He could try all he wanted, but he’d have no luck. The only way to tame a tiger was to lock it up, and Sibes was not happy in a cage. She tilted her head at him until he grabbed her hair in his fist, making her hiss with both pain and pleasure. It was a grand sensation, and she craved more of it.

It was a sense of euphoria that took over as the boy’s teeth raked over her neck and he bit down. Hard. His promise to leave her marked as she might be able to leave him made her purr, and she hissed in delight as the coppery scent of her own blood filled her nostrils. She tried to reach his mouth and kiss him, to taste herself on his lips, but he remained so close yet so far from her mouth. She sighed as he grazed her throat with his teeth again, but gentler this time.

Oddly enough, the Russian wished he would bite down harder again. It wasn’t often she found someone who fed her desire for blood play, but it seemed like this boy just might. She desperately wanted to drive him to the breaking point and find out. His eyes were full of delicious evil as he twisted his hand in her hair, producing such a howlish growl that Sibes sounded more animal than human. It was wonderful. ”Is that a promise, hot stuff?” she asked, a dare glinting in her green gaze.

Once he let her go, she ran her fingers through her hair and tried to get some of the knots out, peering at him and trying to figure out if he honestly believed she’d make this easy for him. ”I’m dreadfully sorry, love,” she purred sarcastically, ”but you’ll have to tie me down to get that slop down my throat. And even then, I might be sorely tempted to spit it back up on you.”

In truth, she just wanted to be tied up and at his mercy. The nurse would probably be off doing Merlin knew what for however long she could manage, which assured Sibes that she could get what she wanted if this boy only complied. She smirked at him, fangs peeking out over her lower lip. ”But maybe if you bite me again I can promise to keep it in my mouth once you get it there…” She purposely didn’t mention what ‘it’ was, hoping the boy would figure out her implication. The way she sat made it clear that she was ready to dodge him should he try to force feed her without binding her first. If she was going to have food forced on her anyway, she might as well have fun with the process, right?

The girl made snarling growls and howls that were so animal-like in nature that Orion seriously wondered if perhaps she was one. It did nothing to bring fear to his person though. It merely provoked his interest for once. He had to admit her responses to his rough treatment of her was slightly sexy, and she clearly craved the attention and contact. But it was more humoring to him than anything.

Her devilish little looks and wanting body would make it difficult for any guy to pass up on, but Orion could do it with an ease most couldn't. Not to say he wasn't interested in having a bit of fun with the girl, but not only would the boy never be caught doing all the incredibly torturous and pleasurable things he could to her body in the hospital wing, but there was no denying that there was much if her body to do them to.

The girl really was doing herself a disservice with starving herself. With the jewel-like emerald eyes that flashed alternately between anger and desire and her cutting wit, the witch could easily be sexiest thing around if she wasn't just skin and bone.

Not that Orion particularly cared about her. He just found her more entertaining than a lesson from Binns, which wasn't saying too much for the girl. A devilish smirk graced his handsome face. "You may call it a promise if that is your wish. I would refer to it as a fact." He responded with a graceful shrug of his shoulders.

The boy had to chuckle at her attempt to negotiate, or perhaps to get out of what she didn't want to do, which was eat. One could always trust a woman to use her feminine wiles to get what they wanted. But he was not so easily tricked, and merely arched a brow at her. "It isn't wise to play in a round where you've been dealt the losing hand." He cautioned. "But since that is how you want to play.."

Orion trailed off, his smirk turning cruel as his eyes glittered malevolently. "Either you eat, or I won't be keeping your dirty little secret, and I will also call in the medi-witch and watch her force feed you." His threat was real, and he had no real reason to push so far to get her to actually give her body some sustenance, and the only logical explanation was one he would rather not think of.

Sibes had to pout when the boy didn’t cast any ropes over her body, and he didn’t even bite her again. It was really a disappointment. Further, he even threatened not to force feed her himself, but to bring that damned ninny of a nurse back and let her do the job, which was definitely not what the Russian wanted. She growled at the boy, wanting nothing more than to attack him and ravish him until he finally restrained her and let her experience her every fantasy.

Her eyes were full of rage as she growled at him and willed her muscles to relax so that he could slip the spoon of porridge past her lips without much hassle. ”You really are no fun, cousin,” she muttered. The girl dug her claws into the bed, bracing herself for the desire to puke that would soon come from eating in front of another person. She would not throw up in front of this arrogant and attractive specimen of a man.

”Well, let’s get it over with then…” she growled, wishing he’d just hurry it up already so that she could get out of there and not have to deal with any of this any longer. She was sure there was a lecture coming in the near future as far as her eating habits and the school nurse were concerned, but she hoped she could weasel her way out of that by escaping, maybe even with this boy’s help. First, of course, he’d have to actually feed her though. Ugh. For once she wished she’d actually gone to class.

Orion smirked at a battle well played and won, but he had an inkling that this would not always be the case with this beast of a female. She was much too aggressive to give into anyone else's demands, and it was clear from the looks of death she sent him and the animalistic growls rumbling from her that she was not happy about it this time. The boy was sure that she would just as soon as bite his hand off before eating anything if it wasn't for the fact that he had her cornered. He was a bit disappointed, having expected a bloody fight that would've ended with him needs ding some repairing done from the medi-witch, but ultimately he was glad he didn't have to hurt the aggressive girl by overpowering her ruthlessly.

He rolled his eyes at her, but slipped the spoon into her waiting mouth easily, enjoying and finding humor in the hostile looks she was sending him for his trouble. To which Orion sent back a devilish smirk. "There now. That wasn't so difficult now was it?" He questioned lightly, even if somewhat mocking, and readied another spoonful. "One down. About twenty to go." The boy said this in a cheerful tone, not bothering to hide his laughing blue eyes from her.

Seeing she looked about ready to be sick, Orion summoned the nearest bed pan and, somehow managing to catch the thing with the bowl of porridge and wand in his hands, albeit awkwardly, he shoved it next to her with a slightly disgusted look. "If you throw up, do it in there. Though if you ask me it's all in your head." He advised with a sneer, disgusted with the girl for wasting herself like this. It wasn't that he cared, really. It was more that Orion could see she were an asset to have around, and a waste like that was just illogical and stupid. "Why do you not eat? You are aware it's required to live aren't you?" He questioned in his superior manner, making it clear that if she didn't he would consider her the most idiotic of idiots he had met thus far.

Emerald eyes seemed to burn with rage as Sibes glared at the obnoxious boy. He was taking way too much pleasure in this situation, and she was determined to get him back for it at some point. As it was, the Russian was being very careful not to throw up from the very idea of eating before this boy. The slop didn’t exactly taste great, but that didn’t matter. It wasn’t the flavor, or lack thereof that was making her ill. It was the memory of her dad calling her a cow for the way she ate. The way she looked. The person she was.

His question lit another little fire in her chest and the pale girl swallowed rather forcefully, effectively squashing any will to puke. ”Of course I damn well know that food is essential for life, you pompous khuyesos.” It seemed unlikely that the two would get through this little feeding fest without the girl somehow being restrained, especially as she took a swipe at the boy’s face with her claws.

”You have no idea what you are dealing with. I’m not weak and I’m not a damned charity case. If you went through your only relative being utterly disgusted with your very existence you might have a hard time functioning like a normal human too!” It was safe to say that Sibes never cried. In fact, she hadn’t shed a single tear since she was a little girl who had just lost her mother. That time had been here last simply because her father had beaten her until she promised to never be so weak as to cry ever again. Thus, the dampness on her cheeks was utterly foreign and wrong.

She let out a shriek before curling in on herself, wrapping her arms about her knees and letting her hair fall in front of her face, desperate to hide the sign of weakness from the world. Soon she would be struck. Her father might not be here, but she was so sure that somehow he’d punish her. He’d know and he’d hurt her and she was too weak to fight back. She felt like she was slowly breaking as her body wracked with sobs before the boy she was so trying to prove herself to. Alas, Sibes was proving nothing but that her father was right. She was weak. She didn’t deserve to live.

Ah. So there was still some fight left in the sack of bones that the girl was. Orion's smirk only grew as she reverted to her native language in order to call him something that he was sure sounded the same in every language, no matter how it were pronounced. "I'll take that as a compliment." The male retorted simply, winking at her with that same superior smirk on his lips.

All smirking stopped though when she lashed out at him with those claws. Orion was quick, but not quick enough it seemed because this time he wasn't unscathed. He hissed against the sting, his head having turned to the side from the force of the blow, but he did not growl or make any other noise. The Slytherin slowly raised his free hand to the right side of his face, pressing lightly on it before bringing his hand away to see the warm blood coating his fingers.

Without looking, Orion could tell the gashes she had given him ran from his ear down to the corner of his mouth, and he could feel his warm blood trickling down his neck and beneath the collar of his shirt. For a few moments, the boy stayed that way, looking down at the blood on his fingers, feeling the stinging sensation of his freshly carved face. His sitting form never changed, and he sat there as he had done before the attack. Calm and cool.

There was no tenseness in his body or rigidness that would give away his raging anger that coursed through him. But as the moments ticked by without any other reaction from him, the tension mounted, he knew. He counted on it as he ignored her words, though he heard each and every one. When she was reduced to tears, Orion placed the bowl on the bedside table and slowly, he brought his blue eyes to her face, and they were cold as death as he looked upon her now crying form.

And he attacked.

He non-verbally spelled her immobile, and with her hair in her face, he doubted she would have seen the spell even coming. Too busy hiding and crying. Orion allowed every bit of disgust he felt seep onto his face as he spat some of the blood that had made it into his mouth out. The boy stood and gently moved her hair out of her face so that she could see the cold and cruel blue eyes that held her in contempt. There was a dangerous gleam in his eyes that would've had anyone running in the opposite direction, if they could. The long gashes and blood oozing from them did little to detract from his dangerous look. If anything, they only made him appear even more so.

Orion sneered down at her as his hand wrapped strongly around her pale neck, and pulled her head forward until their faces were only an inch apart. He was not worried about her claws finding a mark a second time, and his hand closed around her neck tighter, choking her. "If you ever so much as think about using those claws on me again, I will slice off every finger and vanish them to the depths of hell where I will send you once I'm done." He hissed in her face, and there was no mistaking the promise in his threatening words.

The boy gave her one final disgusted and furious look before tossing her back onto the bed none too gently, letting her go and cancelling the spell that had her immobile. "Starving yourself because of someone you hate. You are as pathetic as you are weak to allow anyone that control over yourself." The Slytherin male felt no remorse for his actions or words, and neither did he feel bad for the girl. He was cold through and through, and a few tears wouldn't bring him to his knees. His words were the only form of help he would provide her, and she should be thankful for that much after spilling his blood.

"This better not scar or I will reconsider letting you live."

The scent of his blood filled her nostrils even as she sobbed and Sibes couldn’t help but purr at the delicious aroma. The pale girl felt her body freeze up and her tears stopped flowing as she stared into those harsh blue eyes of her ‘cousin’. The way he moved her hair out of her face was almost tender, if it wasn’t for the deadly glare on his face. It was obvious that he held only disdain for her, and she almost felt bad for disappointing him.

Sibes fought the immobilizing spell, managing to move her tongue enough to lick his lips as he held her so close to his face. Ah, he was delicious. The fact that she was so low on oxygen was producing an adrenalin rush that she really enjoyed as well, and the girl practically salivated at his words. He was so strong. So powerful. So demanding and in charge. The dominant male made her skin pebble with goosebumps.

The skinny girl fell back onto the bed as her body regained the ability to move. The Orion boy’s words washed over her along with the heady scent of his blood, and all she wanted was to pounce on him and lap at his wounds. ”Perhaps it is pathetic, but everyone has a weakness, no? Or do you think yourself without flaws?” she growled, sitting up on the bed and slinking toward him as he threatened her again. She just didn’t want him to leave yet, and it seemed impossible to keep him there.

”You know, if you are leaving, I have no reason to stay. No one holding me here against my will. I could just go off on my own and deal with things like I always have. But you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Since you seem so uncaring and everything.” Her words were harsh as she got to her feet, swaying a bit before she caught her balance. ”You’d like for me to simply stop existing. It would make your life easier, wouldn’t it dear cousin?”

A frustrated growl was the only sound the boy made before he stalked back towards the girl, not stopping until he had her up against the side of the bed, his lower half of his body between her legs and he rested a his hands palms down on either side of her. His face was a mess of blood and gashes on one side, but through that it was easy to see the unpleasant scowl on his face.

Orion didn't normally show much emotion aside from his humor at someone else's expense, and anger when the situation warranted it. He looked plenty angry at the moment, with his blue eyes so cold they were frosty. But it was the reason behind the anger that set off his entirely too short fuse.

This girl. She was getting under his skin with her stupidy! So much so that his wounds were nearly forgotten in his anger. "You will stay here and eat every single bit of porridge in that bowl or so help me I will shove it down your throat, bowl and all." He promised, trying to convince himself it had nothing to do with caring for the damn beast of a witch. Who was she to make him care? No one! The only thing he cared about was the bad reputation she would give all of Slytherin with her idiotic decisions and behavior. That's what he tried to convince himself of.

It was a waste. A complete and utter waste for her to allow herself to be defeated this way. Orion would not allow it. It wasn't often when he felt anything other than dislike for anyone else. But this girl could be one of the strongest females in the castle, a real powerhouse, if she would grow a bloody brain!

Sibes was backed up the bed in an instant and fell butt-first onto the mattress. This demanding nature was what she needed to keep her in place, and so she purred at the boy as she did precisely what he said. The Russian grabbed the bowl, holding it in her lap and wrapping one arm around it while the other held her spoon, her face broken apart with a wide grin as a creepy laugh filled the air.

”As you wish, master,” she purred, licking some slop from the spoon as she looked up at him through hooded eyes. ”You are admitting that you care, though. A bit dangerous to admit such things, isn’t it cousin?” Sibes lifted the spoon again and licked it, still looking at him with lustful eyes.

She tilted her head at the boy, watching his reactions to her actions. ”You gonna stick around until I eat it all then, oh demanding one?” She smirked at the boy as she slowly ate another spoonful of the porridge. If he was determined to see this through, she was sure as hell not going to make it easy on him.

His gaze was no less furious as she grabbed the bowl, and he back away only far enough to allow her room to bring the spoon to her lips. Orion narrowed his eyes on her, not enjoying the stirring he was feeling in his lower half. He sneered at the girl as he watched her lick the damn spoon, feeling the need to smack it from her hand and give her something else to use that treacherous tongue on.

His growing rage had him rapidly losing his carefully crafted controlled exterior, and the fact she was making him lose it was frustrating him ever further. His look was downright hostile. The boy had never looked so deadly in all his rages before. Orion took a breath, knowing he needed to reign himself in. He would not give this insignificant...thing, the same control she had given someone else over herself. But damn was she making it bloody difficult when she licked that damn spoon like that!

And then...a smirk appeared on his lips, calming to himself, but would scare the pants off of any Hufflepuff. Two could play at this game. Orion pushed himself away from her, taking a seat in the chair he had previously occupied, and that mocking gaze was back and pinned on the pale girl. He lifted his wand to his face without breaking his gaze, muttering the spell that had the gashes on his handsome face closing up. The least he could do himself was to stop the bleeding. The rest would need to be done by the medi-witch, unfortunately.

Wordlessly, he lifted his right leg to rest the ankle on his other knee, leaning back in the chair looking every bit as calm and collected as he had been before. "No." Orion responded at long last. "You will eat it all regardless." His arrogance was astounding, but he was nearly positive she would have eaten every last bit of what was in that bowl even if he had left in his rage. It was typical Orion. He had demanded she do it, therefore she would. End of story. "I'll stick around to listen to you tell me why it is you don't eat."

His words were calm, uncaring. But his hard gaze was demanding, letting her know that she would tell him, because he would make her one way or the other.

It was not often that someone stuck around long enough to actually ask Sibes about her life, be it past or present. It was even rarer for that person to actually take a real interest. Thus, she was taken aback to find the interest dancing in the annoying, yet handsome boy’s eyes. The demand in his tone made her a bit angry, naturally, since she hated being ordered around, but at the same time it excited her. He wanted to know about her life. This was a new and exciting turn of events.

”It’s a long story, cousin,” she purred, peering at him with daring eyes. ”Are you sure you want to stick around for it all?” She played with the spoon in her bowl of porridge while she waited as if she actually expected him to think it over. She knew he wasn’t about to leave, but it was fun to mess with him.

Sibes licked up two more spoons of the slop before setting the bowl aside and peering up at the handsome Slytherin with lustful emerald eyes. ”The short answer to the question of why I do not eat is two words: my father. Obviously this is not the answer you desire, but to effectively explain it all I need to go back into my past rather far. When I was a child, I learned that I was not wanted. My father wanted an heir. My mother wanted my father. She was young. Foolish. A tramp who clung to the Russian wizard who would whisk her away from France and demand she play the role of his spoiled little French girl rather than her own father’s. He was many years her senior, and yet she happily devoted herself to him even as he forced her to have a child when she had no intent of being a mother.”

The Russian student messed with the nightstand beside her cot-style bed and found a hairbrush. She hissed as she ran it through her long hair, catching on the knots she’d caused during her spasms earlier. ”When I cried I was punished. He called me weak. Emotional. I was nothing like the son he wanted and deserved. He impregnated my mother again only for her to die during the birth. Something to do with the blood. So much blood. I was too young to understand what was going on, but I know one thing. I didn’t feel any loss. I watched the woman who birthed me die, and I felt nothing.” She shook her head sadly and thought of the innocence she’d never really had.

”The eating issues come directly from my father though. When he told me over and over what a disgusting cow I was simply for taking the nutrition I needed. I was not dainty enough with my methods of eating. He would degrade me in the worst way, going so far as to force me to eat until I was sick and then yell at me for that as well. It might be weak to let it affect me, but so be it. I cannot be a perfect statue. Believe it or not, I can admit I am flawed.” The pale girl shrugged and set the brush down, grabbing the porridge again and lapping up another spoonful, fighting the overwhelming urge to vomit.

Sibes knew the boy would probably have something to say about her weakness, but she really didn’t care at the moment. What did it matter what anyone thought of her anyway? It wasn’t like anyone noticed her in the long run. ”Someday I’ll get back at him for all that he took from me, though. Soon, I will remove him from this world and it will be a little bit less dark.”

Orion listened to her tell her story, icy blue eyes never leaving her face. He showed little to no emotion on his own, though his eyes belied this fact by growing steadily more cold. There was probably no one better than himself that could understand the cruelties of growing up pure it was him. However, one should not assume he found it at all helpful or understandable in the least.

While Orion understood the need to dress, act, walk, and talk the pureblood way because they were held to a higher standard in the wizarding community, he did not agree with barbaric practices such as the one she had been placed under. Such things were detrimental to not only the physical and emotional well being of a child but also to their magical core. To treat someone so carelessly simply based on gender was a disgusting idea to conceive. These days, witches were just as powerful if not more so than wizards, and only a fool would fail to realize that.

Of course, there would always be a need for a proper heir in the lines of purebloods, since the males were the ones in charge of continuing the family line and upholding it to standard. But the treatment of a purebloods witch of this standard was a gross notion to the boy. If any witch deserved it he would say Parkinson. The bloody useless insect of a girl was worthless in every sense of the word.

It made no sense, especially to him, but the boy was angry on her behalf, and like love nothing more than to be the one to drive a stake through her fathers heart until it stopped bleeding altogether. Of there were a way to do it more than once that would be significantly better. Orion tried to make himself believe that he only had this sudden need for vengeance on a wizard he had never crossed before because the man was barbaric and was detrimental to the pureblood way of life. Their witches were invaluable and needed to prosper. Not to be reduced to a bag of pathetic bones.

It had nothing at all to do with the fact that he may have inadvertently made a friend, however unlikely, with this particular she-beast. Whatever the reason, there was no sign on his face that gave away his thoughts or concerns, though the boy did look extremely angry. He nodded his head curtly, his jaw clenched against streaming profanities from his mouth until he was sure he wouldn't. Only then did Orion speak. "Finish your food. I have something to show you. But only when you have finished." It was not so much a demand this time, though his still superior tone told he expected her to follow his directions. It was more a bargain.

It seemed the boy accepted her story and her reasons for being the way she was, even if he didn’t agree with them. In a way, it felt nice to have someone look at her that way. The way that said she was worth more than what her father implied, and that she should treat herself better. Sure, he didn’t actually say he cared, and she knew he probably never would, but the simple fact that he didn’t mock her story or the fact that she mentioned she had flaws was proof enough.

Sibes felt oddly comforted as she lifted the spoon and ate in a more normal fashion, able to fully hold down the slop without much effort. Apparently having someone actually show concern for her, especially without being some kind of motherly annoyance about it, was allowing her to eat with confidence she’d never really felt before. The simple fact that this boy was being rough and demanding about her being stronger for herself was inspiring her to do just that. The Russian naturally rose to challenges after all. It was in her cold blood.

”Alright then, just a couple more spoonfuls. What is it you want to show me?” she purred, licking the spoon off two more times and setting the empty bowl aside. Her stomach cramped a bit at the utter fullness, but it was a welcome ache. It was the ache of nutrition seeping into her body. Health returning to her being so that she might gain the ability to get the revenge she vowed up on her father.

Sibes sat up straight in the bed and looked at the boy who had essentially saved her by bringing her to the nurse and forcing her to eat. She tilted her head and pushed her long hair out of her face. ”Hey, um… Thanks. For being stubborn and making me take care of myself. You could have just left me in that tower and no one would have blamed you. So, yeah. Spasibo.”

Orion wasn't entirely sure what he was doing, or why even. The entire afternoon had become both more and less than what he had expected it to be, and he didn't like how it made him feel out of control of the situation. At the same time, it was exactly why he continued in this path with the Russian girl. It had been a very long time since he had found a girl who could so easily slip last his thick exterior walls and create any kind of reaction in him, and against his better judgement he was soaking it up like a sponge instead of walking away like he should have an hour before.

Icy blue eyes watching the girl finish eating as he had commanded, Orion smirked from his place in the chair. "Something that should help you with your problem and keep me from having to continually save you from killing yourself. Because we both know that would be a tragedy." The boy rolled his eyes and his smirk clearly indicated his sarcasm in that statement. To her thanks, Orion mostly ignored it and busied himself with removing himself from his chair. "Don't mention it. Ever." He told her seriously. Eyes darting to the office died the nurse had disappeared through, Orion smirked at her again. "You should escape while you still can. Meet me in front of the common room in an hour."

The boy dismissed her simply, but couldn't refuse adding on, "If you know what's good for you." With that, he walked away from her and over to the office door, raising his fist and pounding on it lightly. He didn't need to look to know the girl had taken his advice and booked it. Not did he think she would ignore his demand to meet him later. His smirk only grew when the nurse opened the door and began to raise hell because of her missing patient, to which Orion had no problem in lying and saying the girl had attacked him and left for his efforts to be such a good person. It was close enough to the truth he thought.