chance...or destiny? (Bella)

[professor edward p. d'arcy]

Edward grumbled to himself as he raked the sand section of the quidditch pitch, his leg being dragged along in the sand as he trugged along raking. It had to be in perfect shape for the upcoming match. Yes, he could've just used his wand and made the rake, rake everything but Edward believed in working for what he needed to get done. So the crippled old man was struggling to rake sand into the perfect sets of lines it needed to be when he heard the gate open.

Edward scowled as he turned, expecting to find another slytherin first year begging for another lesson, or to tryout for the quidditch team or even for an autograph. But it wasn't a slytherin let alone a younger student either.....It was Bella Wood.

[isabelle katherine wood]

Bella was irritated, just plain irritated, to the point that she had completely blown off ella for dinner, deciding she would rather go for a fly and blow off some steam. If her parents knew what she was doing they would chew her our royally, she would probably get the loudest Howler ever but she didn't care. She was royally pissed off and absolutely done with school. She had recieved a Failing grade on an essay she'd spent all night writing for Potions class and been instructed to write it again. Bloody hell she was going to write it again, she was going to spit on it and hand it back to the bastard. And so she needed to fly...NOW.

Stomping out to the pitch Bella threw open the gate and stopped in her tracks. There looking back at her was DG, her dear uncle figure who had so kindly blown her off not the day before when she had been having such a lovely conversation with him. What was wrong with him anyways that he thought he was too good to talk to her? Becuase why else would he have left so hastily. Sure he had a class arriving but waiting a few more minutes wouldn't have ruined the first year's entire year would it? it looked like he was readying the pitch for the next day's game and he was having a tough time of it too with his injured leg. If she had been in a better mood she may have offered to help but she wasn't and he had been rude to her so she purposefully stepped onto the pitch, upsetting the just raked sand and took off maybe a bit more roughly than necesary.

Flying when angry is never a good idea, she had always been taught that. You make bad decisions, you're wreckless. But Bella didn't care, this was the only way she could feel free, the only way she could feel in control. But she wasn't in control. After maybe thirty seconds of her being airborne she started feeling something was off. Who knows if it was the sudden gust of wind or the fact she wasn't really paying attention to what she was doing or what but what would have been s een from the ground when it happened is bella wood's broom taking an unexpected jerk and flying her directly into the middle goal ring at the far end of the field. And all at once she was falling, falling, falling fast down towards the ground her limbs hanging limp and her broom plummeting ahead of her.

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[professor edward p. d'arcy]

Edward's face was emotionless and the color drained from it as he recieved a very cold look from her. And he scowled as she walked right into his freshly raked sand and took off so hard that the said flew about him making it a mess once more. His eyes narrowed and he looked up to where she was flying. He knew he had been wrong to run off on her the other day, but she had touched him....on his knee.....that was alittle too intimiate for a teacher and a student to be....right?

It might also be a factor that he had been ignoring her since yesterday afternoon when that event occured. So that ment turning the completely opposite way from her when he saw her in the hallways, missing meal times so he could avoid talking with her.. He wasn't even sure why he was being like this. Was he afraid of her....? Or afraid of himself....? Just as his thoughts began to dwell on the thought he looked up and his eyes widened and his face full of fear. Oliver and himself had told bella never to fly when angry and now it looked as if she was loosing control. He began to shake slightly not knowing what to do and then.........SMACK. She rammed into one of the goal posts that sent her and her broomstick pelting for the ground.

He whipped out his wand and flicked it at her, muttered some spell under his breath too afraid his voice would crack in fear. The spell stopped her falling and it set her gently on the ground. He completely ignored his leg and cane and ran for her, numb to the pain in his leg. He dropped to his knees besides her and he reached out 2 fingers felt her pulse. Still steady. He put a palm on her forehead. Still the right temperature. He caressed her cheek in his hand. "Bella....Bella....." he said urgently starting to panic even more. He looked about him for someone to help. But no one was around so he put 2 arms out and scooped her up and he stood up. Now his leg was hurting. He limped quickly across the field wincing with every stride he took. Her weight killing his leg.

But he needed to get her to the hospital wing. He jumped and kicked the gate open with his hurt leg and he cried out in pain, but he bit his lip and carried on almost passing the lake now......

[isabelle katherine wood]

Everything seemed to be happening under pillows, the way you put one over your face to muffle the sound when you scream in frustration. Bella had blacked out for a moment or so and when she came to she felt her back against what must have been the sand of the pitch. She didn't remember falling but was sure she must have bause the last thing she remembered was the pain of running into the goal post. In the distance she heard DG's voice and the skin on her cheek prickled as he whispered her name. Was she bleeding? She coudln't open her eyes, it must have been the shock.

Suddenly she felt herself moving, the ground no longer beneath her back instead some other support b ut in her muffled state she couldn't understand what was happening. Was she floating? After all she was magical...But if she was floating why was she jostling so and what was all this grunting and wheezing she was hearing? It was Edward's yell of pain that brought her to finally. All at once she started struggling, her eyes wide open. Spilling herself out of his arms she shrieked in pain as she hit the ground once again in a fall from his arms, landing on her hands and knees. Tears burst to her eyes and she pounded the ground with her fist as one spilt out. How could she have been so stupid.

Remembering Edward and his yell of pain suddenly she looked up worriedly, but groaned again feeling pain in her neck. Looking back down she spoke softly. I'm sorry, I'm sorry....You shouldn't have hurt yourself for me... There was a hitch in her voice. All her thoughts were still very muttled and she wasn't sure if she was making any sense.

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[professor edward p. d'arcy]

All of a sudden she began to struggling and she slipped right through his arms like a eel and she fell to the ground and he tried to grab hold on her but failed as she laided on her knees and hands. He too collasped and lay on his back as he clutched at his leg, trying to slowly get his breahting undercontrol. He rolled over on his side to look over at her, and found her face right there, he pulled his head back a bit and he propped himself up with a hand. "Are you-you ok?" he asked her.

Then he spotted something on her head and he narrowed his eyes a bit and he reached forward slightly and put his hand on her head. Sure enough a bump the size of an egg was there. He sighed. "Are you dizzy at all, you hit your head pretty hard.....hold on a minute..." he said and he slowly managed to get himself up and he limped over to the lake and he held out his hand and muttered something under his breath and there a goblet was in his hand filled with fresh water. He hopped his way back to her, trying to mask his pain as much as possible. But it wasn't long before she spoke to him. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry....You shouldn't have hurt yourself for me..." she said to him and he looked at her disbelieving.

"Don't be sorry, i'd give me life for you..."he said but soon regretted it and his mind raced suddenly. "I'd give my life for any member of the Wood family" he said quickly, there that made it alittle better and he extended the goblet forward and he put it into her hand. "Drink...." he ordered her and he sat back down on the grass.

[isabelle katherine wood]

The world was starting to become more clear again but there was still a stabbing pain in her head as she stayed where she was on her hands and knees on the ground. he was next to her now, talking and she felt her heart flip a bit when he said he'd give his life for her. For anyone in her family. That was what it should be, right? Then why did she feel a pang of sadness, or was that nauseia? She wasn't sure at this point.

he was pushing a goblet of water towards her and she eased herself back on her knees so she was sitting on her heels. Reaching up slowly she took the goblet from her, brushing his hand as she did. Why was he doing this for her? Hadn't she made him made? wasn't he furious with her for her insubordination and for touching him and for asking about his accident...But then again he was a professor it was his responsibility. She was a student, he was obligated...

She sighed. He was hurt and it was her fault, her own stupid fault for not listening to her father and waiting till she was calm to fly. She was out of control, how did she ever expect to get into a professional team if she couldn't even control herself....tears slipped past the lids of her eyes again as she sipped at the water. She was just a stupid little girl who needed to be taken care of by a professor...and thats all he ever would be, her professor. She looked up at him through her tear drenched eyes, trying to ignore the pain she was feeling. I don't want you to be mad at me for yesterday...I shouldn't have...I didn't mean to offend you.... She looked down again. It really hurt that he had left but she was going to need somene to talk to who wasn't raging with teenage hormones this year and his presence was very calming and she'd very much like it to be him....

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[professor edward p. d'arcy]

Bella was angry at him, and because of the anger it nearly cost her life. And Edward would never have been able to live with himself if something had ever happened to her. Why? She was Olivers son. Is that the only reason? Shes a good friend. You sure she's just a friend? Edward ignored the quarrel going on in his mind for the moment and he changed to a different thought.

Edward couldn't believe he was stupid enough to freak out at her yesterday. It was just a mere touch. She ment nothing right? She was 17 and into boys her own age.....right? And Edward was 48 and there were many other women in the world that were his age. He could be with them and be happy and have the same feeling he had with Bella...and the same connection. It could happen....D'arcy shook his head and he met her eyes with his. He got lost within those light blue eyes and he found himself wanting to get closer to her before he imediately rethought his actions and he remained where he was.

"I don't want you to be mad at me for yesterday...I shouldn't have...I didn't mean to offend you.... " here she goes again always apologizing when it was D'Arcy who was at fault. He reached up and scratched his beard as she finished. He began to shake his head. "No Bella, that was my fault. Total miscommunication.....i overreacted big time.....i hope you can forgive this foolish, easily agitated old man?" he asked her, throwing a grin her way hoping he'd make her smile. Then he realized how weird they must look once again, laying by the lake together.

He grunted and he stood up and he reached down and helped her to her feet. "Come on we need to get you to the hopsital wing...." he said and he wrapped an arm around her waist, totally keeping his mind off her touch and strictly on getting her to the Hospital. He tried to keep her as steady as he could walking very slow with her in case she got dizy. The slower, the better, and not just for her sake, but for his as well, his leg was throbbing and he gritted his teeth to keep him from wincing.