we are dogs unleashed ~ [ rupert ]

[Léon]

A full head of hair, straightened and gelled to make its owner look like he'd been electrocuted, bobbed up and down manically as Leon raced up the stairs. His tongue was peeking out the corner of his mouth as his eyes followed the steps still to go in front of him. He wasn't too much a fan of running up and down stairs, but he had a little girl to visit on the fourth floor who apparently simply adored him. Her parents had owled him, and of course he'd definitely go - there was not even a single question about it.

Eyes crossing as the steps in front of him blurred in his attempt to quicken his pace - he was famished to be utterly honest - he tripped on the top step. At the speed he was going, what else was to happen but for him to go flying in the air for a good five seconds before landing ungracefully on the tiled floor of the hospital with a highly undignified squeak. Unfortunately, upon attempting to pull himself up, he noticed he'd managed to drag someone down with him.

"Merlin, I'm so sorry!" he screeched, terrified that he'd run over - or rather, mowed into - a poor, innocent, injured person. Hands flailing and hair askew as Leon attempted to help the person up and straighten their clothes, he apologised over and over, absolutely mortified at his complete and epic failure.

[Rupert Hewer]

( i am so mortified this took me so long to reply, nanii i am so sorry )
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Rupert wasn't the biggest fan of hospitals or healing. He hated the smell of the place - it reminded him of death and sickness, and that was an experience he'd had too personal a call with when his parents died. But there were only so many injuries that could be healed by running to the apothecary and getting a remedy potion or using a useful spell, or even implying one of those Muggle tactics of bandaging the thing in place. He'd singed a major part of his arm when he'd been training a particularly tough dragon - young and volatile. It hurt his heart to know that the gorgeous beast would never roam the open skies but be chained in the dungeons of Gringotts.

In more agony than he'd like to admit he'd used Floo to come over to St. Mungo's. Despite all his experience with burns and slashes, even he couldn't fix this one without professional help. It had taken a couple of minutes of formalities and forms before he'd been taken to be Healed. The entire process had probably taken ten minutes, but the Healer had insisted on wearing a stupid sling, just in case the injury was deeper than realized and to remind himself to take things easy. He'd smiled at her but then flung away the cloth in the nearest trashcan after getting out of the elevator.

He was just stretching his arm to test it when he felt himself being knocked off his feet and onto the ground. Fast reflexes in place, he broke his fall in a way where he didn't hurt himself again. "Oof," he groaned in surprise, as he pulled himself up with a little help and shook his head. "Nah, no it's no worry, I - hey, you're from that band, aren't you?" he said, recognizing the persona in front of him right away. "You're in the Fifth Horseman. Fuck - well, shit, I love your music!"