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Cloudy with a Chance of Hurt Comfort Meme

Hurt/Comfort - Hurt/comfort is a fan fiction genre that involves the physical pain or emotional distress of one character, who is cared for by another character. The injury, sickness or other kind of hurt allows an exploration of the characters and their relationship.

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1. INJURY. You've been injured. Broken bones or bleeding out or maybe just a tiny little papercut. The choice is yours.
2. SICKNESS. You're sick and laid up in bed, at home or in a hospital. The severity is up to you.
3. FEAR/ANXIETY. Something is happening and you're scared beyond belief.
4. LOSS OF SENSES. Sight, touch, taste, hearing, smell, etc. You've lost some important sense or ability and now you're left to deal with it.
5. DESPAIR. Nothing is good or right anymore and you can't shake the depression. Maybe that friend of yours can help though...
6. BREAKUP. You've been dumped. You need someone to comfort you, possibly by the one who dumped you.
7. MAKE UP. Fight or break up, it's time to makeup.
8. RESCUED. You've just been held captive and/or tortured for however long and finally, someone has come to the rescue.
9. BAD ROMANCE. Fight, cheated on, abused, whatever the case is, someone else can clearly see you need comfort from someone who isn't your terrible lover tonight.
10. LOSS. You've experience a loss of some kind and need help getting through it.
11. INSANITY. You're seeing things that aren't really there, hearing voices, or you're just convinced you're at your wit's end finally and you're going to crack. Maybe someone can give you a helping hand.
12. TIRED. You've had a heard life recently and you're just worn too thin to really care anymore. There's no fight left in you anymore. Can someone help change your mind?
13. ADDICTION. Drugs, alcohol, sex, gambling, or any other type of addiction has got you in its grasp. First time or relapse. Will someone be able to save you?
14. INSOMNIA. You can't sleep anymore, no matter how hard you try. Maybe someone can give you company.
15. NIGHTMARES. Or, on the other end of the spectrum, you can't sleep without gruesome, horrible nightmares. Either someone is stuck in your dream with you, witnessing it or they're just waking you up, soothing you out of it.
16. BLACKMAIL. You've been caught doing something you shouldn't and you were blackmailed because of it
17. SEPARATION. You're going to be separated for awhile or were separated for a long time. Either make up for lost time or try to spend every last moment together.
18. VIOLATED. You've been violated in some way. Can include sexual overtones or not. Can someone help you through it?
19. STRANDED. You've been stranded somewhere remote, with no help of anyone finding you for awhile. Can you survive this together?
20. SINS. You're feeling the weight of your sins and guilt clearer than ever. Can someone give you absolution or lessen the ache any?
21. SECRET. It's difficult having to keep that secret of yours, be it a relationship or something you just don't want to share with anybody else. Maybe it's okay to talk about it now though...
22. ADDITION. Babies should be joyous things unless you're in a situation where you know you won't be able to care for them. Either you've adopted or found out you're pregnant.

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[Normally, she'd bristle at being addressed with a petname, but something in his delivery tells her it's just how he is, and she lets it slide. Her wrist moves imperceptibly as she steps through the door, the motion setting her wand sheath for a quick release if she needs it.]

Marvellous. Shall I just start with the fact that this area is experiencing a dampening of magical energies, which is allowing some of the more horrific fairytale beasties much more room to play? Or is that too much?

Seriously? [He looks over at her, studying her quietly.] And how'd you know that exactly?

I promise you it's not from shredding people.

[Not a wizard, then. She supposes that was too much to hope for in the middle of nowhere like this. Small town America had its charms, but a vibrant magical population is not one of them.]

But anyone who uses a wand to guide their own personal magic will have been able to feel the distinct lack of anything in the earth here to bolster it. That's usually a sign that it's being directed elsewhere for whatever reason - moon and tides do play a role, though probably not the latter, here - and anyone with any sense would throw up grounded wards and wait it out. There are creatures who like to take advantage of these little gaps, and I suspect your clawed perpetrator is one of them... stop me at any point. Really.

A wand? [He arched a brow at that.] What are you saying? You're a witch or something?

[He hasn't had great experiences with them and he's a little on the guard now, but... if she's got help? He won't pass it up.]

Yeah, I'm following you. You thinking a werewolf or something else?

No 'or something'. Magic has been in my family for centuries, and if that bothers you, tell me now and I'll leave.

[He doesn't seem too disbelieving, merely wary - and that's sensible, really. Narcissa is not her sister, but she's not exactly the hugs and puppies type, either.]

They do spring to mind, yes. Or something similar that may be native to this area; local folklore isn't my strong suit.

Hey, look. I haven't had good experiences with witches before. Can't help being a little cautious here.

[He shifts a little, debating it.]

Any help you got though... all ears. [Didn't mean he was letting his guard down so easy.]

Let's pretend that trust goes both ways, since I'm in your room at three in the morning, hmm?

[But it's pleasing to see him give in.]

Erm.

Most werewolves where I'm from don't tend to actively seek out human prey, unless they were the sadistic sort before they were turned. They tend to keep to lupine behaviour in packs, but lone wolves are common - and they are all utterly vicious in wolf form. It's possible your shredder is one who's already distrusted, or in a position of power, if he's killing where he sleeps.

Yeah, alright.

[he wasn't planning on starting anything, if she wasn't. He moves over to a table in the corner and sits, nodding to the one opposite him if she wants to have a seat too.

He grabs up a couple newspaper clippings and offers them out.]

I got some stuff here, if you want to read it over. Might help a little? Basically, all the victims were killed the same way. Torn to shreds... Official word is animal attack. I'm not so sure. Know anything else that could do this, if it's not a wolf?

[...she probably wouldn't be averse to it, given her lack of intimacy of late and his clean cut good looks and not running screaming from the evil witch, but right now, this rash of murders has her interest.]

Oh? May I... [Taking the clippings, she skims them one by one, and lays them on the table. Careful perusal has her shifting some clippings higher on the table, and some lower.]

I think it's a sentient predator of some kind. If not a werewolf, then I'm not sure what else, but the victims are all killed on the correct lunar pattern, and the presumably stronger ones when the moon is most full. Look-- the women on the first and last nights, the men in the middle.

[he nods.] It's what I was thinking... it doesn't leave me that big of an opening to handle it though.

[He was sure it'd be out of here soon or lay low the rest of the month... damn, he might be here awhile or have to pass this case along. Neither one was particularly great...]

So, where exactly were you going before you got stuck here?

Not unless you plan on staying here another moon cycle. Tomorrow is the last night you could conceivably do anything about it, if we're right.

[She gives the clippings another glance before crossing her arms on the table and leaning on her elbows.]

Apparating in stages between Seattle and Denver. I'm studying under a Charms Master, and we're en route to a village - town, really, that needs some wards reset.

Tracking this thing down and figuring out who it is... that's gonna be a hell of a challenge.

[But he didn't have a choice but to try if people were dying because of it.]

Wait, so... there are places you study this stuff?

...yes and no. There's a location pattern, surely.

[A shrug and a small smile.]

Boarding schools, usually. At least, we board in Europe. I'm not as well-versed in the American system.

As far as I know, we don't have schools for that stuff over here... never meant a witch that wasn't self-taught.

At least, as far as I know.

There are schools, but they'd be for the same type of magic I use. Witchcraft and wizardry comes in many forms, and your sheer population alone suggests you'd have a broader range of magical folk, here.

So... what are these schools like exactly?

...no different to your usual boarding school, I'd say. The curriculum varies, obviously, but I don't have anything else to compare it to for you.

We learn educational basics with tutors or in small groups, and when we turn eleven, we board at whichever magical institution in our geographical region has a place for us for the next seven years.

"Huh..." He tilts his head, frowning a little. "So, that why you never see a vending machine before? These schools don't have that convenience?"

They might, here. It's unlikely, though - and there were none at mine.

[She glances at her can of drink.]

We've enough to deal with to not add all that sugar to the students.

[He snorts, flashing a brief smile.]

So, what was it like at these schools anyway?

Magical.

[Accompanied by a wave of her fingers.]

It was just school. We learn potions, charms, transfiguration - the same way Muggles learn chemistry, mathematics, that sort of thing. There are mishaps, obviously. And pranks.

A muggle?

What the hell is a muggle?

[He pauses.]

Can you do magic now?

If you need to ask, you are one. [But it's... oh, half past three in the morning? Snobbery is shoved aside.] Regular people who can't do the magic people like me can do are called Muggles. Not that they know that.

And I could, yes. [A lazy flick of her wand, pulled from her sleeve, has his bed making itself; the Charm was learned in first year and she's cast it so many times she no longer incants out loud.]

So, how about the regular people who learn? The kinda witches I deal with... they got a name?

[Obviously, he guesses they wouldn't be Muggles or whatever. He shifts a little, looking towards the bed. He raises his eyebrows as his bed pretty much just started making itself.] How the hell did you do that?

[She opens her mouth to respond, then shuts it again with a frown, thinking over her response.]

I'm not sure, to be perfectly frank. The term "witch" is historically rather broad... I suppose it still applies. It's not magic the way I would recognise it, though.

[Her eyes follow his gaze, and her mouth turns up in a grin.] Essentially, I harnessed some energy and used precise physical direction coupled with specific incantation that I no longer need to say aloud to direct that energy into obtaining the result I wanted.

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