The Third Floor Coriddor

((So sorry I lost track of this one!))

"Very vell," Kazimir sighed, deciding that he would accept help just this one time. It probably wouldn't do for him to go stumbling aboard his ship as he was presently: no doubt at least a few of his students had organized a party in his absence. "The vorst is the burns," Kazimir offered, pulling up his sleeves to reveal the purplish-black marks where the dark flames had affixed themselves to his arms. In reality, the crucio had been the worst of his sustained injuries, but he was still too proud at the moment to admit that it had bothered him any.

Genevieve nodded, healing the nasty looking marks with several handy spells she had learned during her time as a healer. "Bezer?" she asked, noticing that he had a very nice build.

"Much," Kazimir sighed with relief. "You seem to know very much about medical magic: the curse's marks often take months to fade avay, but they're completely vanished!" he exclaimed, clearly impressed and glad to be rid of the effects of one of the traitor's more serious spells. "The rest of the injuries are qvite minor: bruises, scrapes... they vill heal in time."

"Might I inqvire how you feel about the Trivizard Tournament, Headmistress?" the Durmstrang Headmaster asked, changing the topic but genuinely curious.

Lasharna smiled when he complemented her healing skills. "Merci, Headmaster. Anz I am glaz to zee dat de ozer are minor." She sighed.

"Ze Triziard Tourzament? I feel fiz...fine azout it. Ma fille zall participer and I hope zat ve can vin this once. You?"

((Different timeline))

Darien, prince of vampires, grabbed his exact replica by the back of the neck, before the far slower and more human Darien could even sense his gaze.

Any protests the captured Darien might have had were swallowed as he was swung round to face his own reflection. With fangs.

"....WHAT?!" He yelped, as the vampire flung him down the corridor, leaving him to collide with the far wall with a dull thud. Not hard enough to break bones, but he'd have a headache when he woke up.

A smug fanged grin on his features, Darien scooped up his more mortal self and locked him in a cupboard. He was only human. He'd never escape.

The victory spurred him on as he hurtled down the corridors, on a quest to destroy his enemy once and for all.