From: littleredd	Date: January 11th, 2011 08:29 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"I'm a freshman," he answered, following her into her room with wide eyes. She was a junior? He was in a junior's room? That was really impressive! He wasn't allowed in Ben's room, which he supposed wasn't a big loss.

While she rummaged about, he turned about in her room carefully taking in the whole scene around him. Maybe it was a bit ridiculous, but he wanted to remember this experience. Except...that picture on the wall wasn't straight. It dipped to the side just slightly, and Brian couldn't help but focus on it. He was about ready to reach out and tip it the other way when Frankie reappeared.

"Huh?" He blinked, pulling his attention away from the picture with some effort. "Uh...do-do you have gloves?"

	From: petitechou	Date: January 11th, 2011 08:47 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Frankie was momentarily confused. Gloves? She opened and closed her mouth before just settling on a simple "no". It was starting to click that he wasn't entirely normal. The cleaning, the bleachy smell, the gloves. Maybe he didn't want to get sick.

"I can uh, wash my hands? You can watch me do it. I don't have- what are they called? Cooties?"

	From: littleredd	Date: January 11th, 2011 09:22 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"Uh...you have to use a lot of disinfectant. B-But Ben has gloves. You could ask him. He has gloves and disinfectant." Though that would probably involve telling Ben why she needed them.

"I'm not worried about cooties...but you shouldn't touch someone else's blood. It isn't sanitary."

	From: petitechou	Date: January 11th, 2011 09:29 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Well, she defintely wasn't going to knock on Ben's door and ask to borrow something. She hadn't even spoken to him this year, perhaps even longer than that.

Frankie was stumped for a second before brightening up. "Oh! How about this.." She started crashing around in her desk until she found a pair of gloves. Grabbing her wand she set them down and muttered a few spells. Firstly they went pink, then fuzzy before finally taking on the latex consistency of a surgeon's gloves. She snapped them on and showed Brian.

"How about it? Otherwise I'm taking you to the nurse."

	From: littleredd	Date: January 11th, 2011 09:55 pm (UTC)		(Link)

He watched as she transfigured the gloves, gawking for a moment before nodding. He supposed they would be good enough, and it was better than the nurse.

"A-alright." He slowly held out his hands for her, pulling the gloves he'd been wearing off. They looked worse then they really were. He'd cut his left hand on the tap, and his skin was red and a bit swollen from being in contact with the bleach. But it wasn't nearly the worst he'd ever done to himself in the name of cleaning.

	From: petitechou	Date: January 11th, 2011 10:15 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Frankie winced and clucked her tongue like a mother hen when he took the gloves off. She uncorked the potion and squeezed some into her hands. It was whit, and more of a cream than a liquid.

"It's probably cold. And it'll sting" she warned him before grabbing one of his hands and spreading the potion gently over the redness. "It wont work straight away but you should be fine by tomorrow" she added, her eyes flicking up to read his face. She hadn't really bargained on how awkward it would be to be rubbing cream into a freshman's hands in her bedroom and she cleared her throat quietly.

"So did you have detention or something? Did they make you clean the caludrons? Pendragon can be a real bitch sometimes."

	From: littleredd	Date: January 11th, 2011 11:40 pm (UTC)		(Link)

She was tutting him like his mother would, which was vaguely comforting. He took the potion with ease, smiling a little at Frankie as she doctored his hands. "Thank you," he even added after a moment.

But then she asked how he'd done this, and he hesitated. He could lie and say he'd gotten detention, but then he imagined the first person that she asked about him and detention would laugh. Brian would die before being given detention. There were sickly people that got detention!

"Uh...no...I, uh...my roommate sneezed, and I had to clean the room. He might have had a cold, and it would have been really bad if I caught it too. Then we both could die." He winced a little as he said it, knowing how ridiculous it sounded out loud. "I had to..."

	From: petitechou	Date: January 12th, 2011 12:23 am (UTC)		(Link)

Frankie listened to his explanation quietly until he trailed off, at which point she nodded, finally understanding a little. Well, not really understanding. Mess wasn't something that concerned her, her room at home looked like a bombsite. This room was only clean and tidy because of common courtesy. Rowan probably wouldn't like Frankie's old underwear strewn about the place.

"Well, if you had to..then you had to" she said, trying not to sound sorry for Brian. "Who's your roomie?" She tried to change the conversation.

	From: littleredd	Date: January 12th, 2011 02:56 am (UTC)		(Link)

"Alexander van Rensselaer, he is my roommmate. He gets upset when I clean everything." He frowned, though, looking away. "I think everyone does. But, it is healthy to be clean, so..."

He paused, tilting his head to the side. "Um, y-you're nice."

	From: petitechou	Date: January 12th, 2011 12:47 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Once she was sure his left hand was sufficiently covered in the goop, Frankie took some gauze and began wrapping it. Her heart went out to Brian a little, he must have some deep rooted problems to behave like that. That's what they always said in books anyway.

"No offense Brian, but this doesn't look exactly healthy" she said gently, squeezing his hand slightly and not meeting his eyes. She smiled despite herself at his compliment.

"I am?" She laughed and shook her head. "You're nice too" she said right back.

	From: littleredd	Date: January 14th, 2011 10:24 pm (UTC)		(Link)

He nodded at her, swallowing as he watched her treat his hand. "I know," he said quietly, hanging his head. "I...I have this thing. If...If I don't do things a certain way, I think...I think bad things will happen. So...I have to do them." She didn't, at least, seem like the type to make fun of him for it.

	From: petitechou	Date: January 25th, 2011 02:34 pm (UTC)		(Link)

She had assumed that by now, but it was still upsetting to hear someone explain it. "Okay" she said plainly. The last thing this kid needed was being told what he was doing was wrong. She began wrapping clean, white bandages around his hands carefully.

"What kind of bad things?"

	From: littleredd	Date: January 28th, 2011 02:26 am (UTC)		(Link)

"People might get sick and die, or someone might break in and murder them. You...you just don't know what could happen! So I have to do it, I have to even though I don't want to. Because if people get hurt it'll be my fault then." He nodded, then, watching her wrap his hands in bandages.

"I don't want anyone else to get hurt..."

	From: petitechou	Date: January 30th, 2011 11:04 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"Anyone else? Who's been hurt before" she pushed, asking it casually as she sealed the bandages in place and straightened up. Admiring her handiwork, Frankie felt a bit proud and smiled at Brian.

She pointed at her bed. "Sit. I'll make you some tea" she offered.