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Post by Natalie Everard on Mar 5, 2007 11:47:41 GMT 10
Natalie made her way as quickly as possible to the Hospital Wing. Luckily, there were not many people around, nobody to see the hideous wound her sister had given her. She had to get there fast, so as not to let the damn thing scar her permanantly.
She opened the door and made her way down between all the beds towards the little office the Doctor kept. She'd only been to the Hospital Wing a couple of times since being at Koalingo, and it was usually a result of a skirmish between her and Jessica.
She knocked on the door and waited, hoping for a response. It was still quite early and she wasn't sure what hours were kept here.
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Post by Dr. Jeremy Cartwright on Mar 5, 2007 13:52:04 GMT 10
Dr. Cartwright had indeed already been awake. He didn’t really know the full details of what had caused his hospital wing to be so full this morning, but there was something about a pre-breakfast herbology class whom had been watching some sort of interesting plant bloom. Unfortunately the plant had not been quite as ready as they had expected and instead of blooming with flowers it had released a noxious gas which was supposed to kill invading weeds before the bloom which would occur some weeks later. The spores in the gas caused the entire class a great deal of displeasure as their faces came up in awful red rashes.
”This would have to be the most spectacular one yet, everybody, look here,” he said when Natalie entered the hospital wind, unlike the rest of the class, not only did she have a red mark right across her face, but her skin was melted into huge blisters that seemed full of some sort of clearing liquid.
”Come now, not a moment to lose lets get this looked at,” he ushered her to a section of the wing had had quartered off for this treatment. The other students were now standing around covered in a green mud like substance that had the acrid stench of horse manure. “We’ll just have to apply some of this,” he said scooping a big lot of the stinking mixture before he paused looking at the girl, “Hang on one moment… this isn’t a floral reaction… are you… is that… have you been burned?”
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Post by Natalie Everard on Mar 6, 2007 10:53:27 GMT 10
Natalie nodded. Her face was now so painful she couldn't open her mouth for fear of cracking the burnt skin. It truly was disgusting and seemed to be getting worse and worse by the minute. She looked around at the other students in the hospital wing, all of them sporting ugly rashes and was annoyed that the Doctor was not the only one to witness her embarassing injury.
Natalie looked down at the Doctors scoop of green muck and gagged. The stuff smelt disgusting and she would never allow him to put that on her face. Thankfully though, he had realised it was a burn and not the affliction the other students seemed to have.
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Post by Dr. Jeremy Cartwright on Mar 8, 2007 14:52:15 GMT 10
“Ok, well we cannot have that now, can we,” he said as he moved away from the green muck leaving the mass of students that were in his office. He had brought them in here rather then the actual hospital wing to save them the embarrassment of another student walking in on them, though that had occurred anyway, so he was a little annoyed with himself for nothing thinking sharply enough.
“Ok so follow me,” he said making his way back out into the central bedding room of the hospital wing and to the medicine cabinet where he started looking through for something in particular, “That’s interesting,” he muttered to no one in particular, “I seem to be out of my Alihotsy vapour, sorry my dear, you’ll need to deal with the pain just a little longer… I could have sworn I had ordered more,”
“Oh well,” he said as he turned to her with a gumption in a small plastic container, it didn’t smell much better then the gumption used on the herbology victims, but then it would have to smell bad, or it wouldn’t work, “Ok, tilt your head back and we’ll apply this,”
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Post by Natalie Everard on Mar 11, 2007 11:35:54 GMT 10
Natalie tilted her head back, grimacing. The stuff he dumped on her smelt absolutely revolting and was cold and sticky, so she winced. Had she been able to fix it herself, she would have, but the burns were pretty severe and she wanted to make sure this stupid incident wouldn't scar her for life.
"Sir," she said quietly and then thought a moment, "If you were to do a spell to expell someones innards, would it kill them straight away? And if not, how easily is the damage repaired?" she looked up at him with big eyes. She had always been good at playing the innocent twin for adults, "It's just for a charms assignment, and all those types of books are in the restricted section."
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Post by Dr. Jeremy Cartwright on Mar 11, 2007 17:49:56 GMT 10
“I don’t think I like the sound of this Charms assignment, putting ideas like that in people’s heads, that’s why – I hope you know – most of these beds are normally filled, because teachers set stupid questions like that as theory assignments, there’s always some idiot willing to try them,” Jeremy said pretending he believed her, he very much doubted this was an assignment by any teacher. Namely because he knew it was impossible to expel someone’s ‘innards’
“Well I like to think that if you removed someone’s innards then technically they wouldn’t really be there, would they? You’d be removing them and simply not their outsides. Everything would likely function for a while, possibly more if you were able to expel said innards into something that could keep them alive, but very unlikely,” he said acting as if it was possible in theory, though he knew it was not.
“So, are you thinking about telling me how you managed to contract such an awful burn?” he asked her as he continued to apply the cream. He was almost done, though not quite, and to tell the truth, he rather enjoyed the smell, it was… interesting.
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Post by Natalie Everard on Mar 11, 2007 18:05:32 GMT 10
Natalie politely ignored his inquiry as to her assignment. She knew he wasn't stupid enough to fall for it, but she wasn't going to out and out say that she was looking to slice someone's stomach open to see how long they lived. She had her answer and so concentrated on avoiding his next question.
"I fell down the stairs," she said, staring at him blankly. It was the age old excuse every teenager used when they didn't want to tell an adult how they were injured. Of course it usually worked better on bruises and black eyes, but it would get the point across to him that she wouldn't tell him lightly.
"This isn't going to leave any permanant scarring, is it?" She would be appreciatve of his skills should it not disfigure her.
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Post by Dr. Jeremy Cartwright on Mar 12, 2007 4:45:19 GMT 10
“Those must have been some pretty nasty, rather hot stairs,” he replied to her in a perfectly believing tone, though he understood perfectly her intentions behind the story and only wanted to explain that if she didn’t want to tell him the truth, he was quite happy to play the innocent, it wasn’t like he had to report such minor maladies to anyone.
“Well… as for permanent scarring,” he wasn’t about to let her think he was a fool though, she could keep information from him, but he always found payback in scaring them about their medical issues, “There will be scarring, a lot of it in fact, and after a couple of weeks you will develop hair growth in patches across the burn marks. Eventually though your skin will peel off like sheets of leather leaving holes in your face, but you should be able to live perfectly normally providing you can stump the flow from your nose to your mouth, which get seep into your lungs and quite literally drown you in your own nasal fluids,”
He had said all of this with a perfectly straight look on his face. At last he finished applying the cream and drew out his wand. With a sharp tap on the end of Natalie’s nose, however, the cream dried instantly and fell off in flakes. He handed her a towel, “Wipe the rest of it off and you should be back to normal instantly,” he smiled at her one last time before making his way back to his cabinet where he put the container of scream back for the next person who had been attacked by the relashio curse.
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Post by Natalie Everard on Mar 12, 2007 10:01:36 GMT 10
The only outward sign Natalie gave of being freaked out when he told her about the permanant scarring and hair patches was that her knuckles went white as she gripped the bed she was sitting on. She was attractive, she knew it, but if she didn't have these looks, well, she would be rendered useless in the eyes of others in her house.
She let out a big sigh as the goop flaked of her chest, leaving no mark. She could only assume the same thing had happened to her face. Taking the towel from the doctor, she scrubbed her face until it was clean. Natalie watched the Doctor put the cream back away in the cabinet and glared at his back. She knew the reason he'd said what he said, but it didn't make her any less irritated. She felt a fool for believing him, but he was afterall a doctor.
With that in mind, she stood up and handed him the crusty towel.
"Thankyou sir," she said simply and took her leave of the hospital wing.
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Post by Barnak Pengryffin on Apr 6, 2007 0:17:00 GMT 10
Barnak stood in the doorway of the hospital wing, his eyes twinkling with amusement at the girl as she passed him.
"Nice scar."
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Post by Dr. Jeremy Cartwright on Apr 7, 2007 7:42:24 GMT 10
'You, out,' the doctor commanded to the impolite little boy standing at the doorway to his hospital room. He didnt much care for loafers, and while he was ordinarily a friendly man; Dr Cartwright also did not respond well to rudeness and would have supplied the boy with a detention if he thought it would od anythng.
Unfortunately he understood that the detention system had stopped working an age ago, and so he simply pleased himself with telling the boy to stop loitering. "Unless you have something of value ot say, I suggest you say nothing at all,"
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Post by Barnak Pengryffin on Apr 7, 2007 23:08:57 GMT 10
Barnak's expression changed from amused to if-looks-could-kill so quickly that the transition actually caused him a slight cramp. He stood as though frozen, dark eyes watching the doctor, soft breath mushrooming in the cold, and then disappeared around the corner of the doorway and stalked a few paces down the hall.
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Binky
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Post by Binky on Apr 9, 2007 22:19:32 GMT 10
His tiny feet made no more than a soft pattering against the stone floor of the corridor and still Binky worried that he was being too loud. Several times already his new master had told him off, not in so many words but in grunts and glances, as he had quickly discovered that his master was wont to do. His gnarled little hands gripped tighter at the sides of his makeshift clothing, pulling it around himself and huddling down into its semblance of warmth.
He tip-toed to the end of the corridor and turned to his left, spotting is master immediately and dropping his hands back to his sides, smoothing the garment back down and hoping he hadn't creased it. His long ears flattened humbly as he sidled up to the human and waited to be given his orders.
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Post by Barnak Pengryffin on Apr 9, 2007 22:52:54 GMT 10
Barnak was frowning, glaring off into the distance. He did not look down at the elf as it approached; not even as he spoke to it.
"The doctor is in there. He will be... difficult." Barnak's hand curled around his wand and he became temporarily lost in his own thoughts, which seemed to be hanging somewhere in the air a few feet above the elf's head.
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Binky
House Elves
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Post by Binky on Apr 9, 2007 23:08:15 GMT 10
The sound of an elf clearing its throat is not a very great one, but Binky tried his best all the same to recapture his master's attention.
"How many did you wish me to obtain, sir?"
He looked down at the pocket in his filthy garments and sized it up as being able to hold approximately the amount of a small jam jar.
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