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Part Two / Chapter Forty-Eight
Where were Castieland Corinne when you needed them?
Venus sat inside the Prefects bathroom frantically wiping her nose that continued to drip with blood. She mindlessly prayed that the angels would appear. Behind her, the flutter of wings could be heard and when she spun around Castiel and Corinne were there, standing like warriors.
"I need you guys," said Venus earnestly.
"We know. That's why we came, we heard you," said Castiel.
"You heard me?"
"All angels can hear prayers and we heard yours ," Corinne spoke. "So we are here."
Another stream of blood flowed from Venus' nose. She ran to grab a towel and stop the bleeding. "Well, as you can see, my nose won't stop bleeding." she said, her voice muffled by the towel over her nose that covered her mouth.
Castiel stepped forward and placed a hand on her head. Venus screwed her face as the Angel closed his eyes. She wanted to recoil until a horrible migraine struck her. "Did you hit your head?" He asked, taking his hand off the top of her head.
"Er— I don't..." Venus stopped. "Yeah, when that Angel tried to— y'know— murder me."
"You had a concussion causing your nosebleeds, I healed it for you. You're welcome." said Castiel indignantly, forgetting that Venus had to say 'thank you' before he said 'you're welcome.'
"Shouldn't I be able to heal myself by now?" Venus asked worryingly, wiping the excess blood from above her mouth. "If you two can, why can't I?"
"We aren't sure, Venus. Yes, angels and nephilims share similarities but we have our share of differences," Corinne explained, bringing her hands in front of her.
"And can you tell me what those differences are—" Corinne and Castiel had already flown away before Venus could finish her sentence. She looked around and huffed angrily through her nose. "Goodbye to you too."
Early the next morning, Venus was stopped on her way to first period by a concerned Hermione. "Where were you last night?" she asked.
"Er— in my dorm?" Venus lied, trying her best to forget her unhealed concussion from the previous night.
"You missed Slughorn's party," she said, her frizzy hair covering parts of her eyes. She hastily pushed it back into a ponytail and tried keeping up with Venus who was walking quite fast. "We met Gwenog Jones."
