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Post by Albert Francis on Mar 23, 2007 16:52:33 GMT 10
Albert sauntered into the Hospital wing in search of the school doctor. He had been paying a lot of attention in their herbology class a couple of lessons ago though there were always questions that were better answered by the right people.
He entered the hospital wing to find it completely deserted. It seemed everyone was in perfect health at the moment, which was a good thing for them, he supposed. A god thing for him too in a way as he knew that what he wanted to ask the Professor was probably not something best commented upon in the company of others. He made his way over to one of the beds and sat on the edge of it with enough force to make it creak. He didn’t feel the need to knock on the doctors door he would wait out in the patients area for the doctor to come to him.
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Post by Dr. Jeremy Cartwright on Mar 24, 2007 12:41:06 GMT 10
Dr. Cartwright always got the feeling that there was something not right when he felt the sense of a student in his hospital wing. He didn’t think though that this time the student was not ill in the slightest and so when he bustled out of his office he approached the boy with a thermometer and promptly stuck it in his mouth. From there he moved to put a blood pressure measurer on his arm before pumping it up and seeing there was nothing wrong, he struck the boy on both knees with a reflex hammer before stopping to think about why the boy was there.
“I don’t know… you appear to be in perfect health…” he said as he looked at the boy putting his hands on his waist and grimacing. Then he thought of something and spoke in the most caring voice he could muster, “Is it perhaps psychological?”
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Post by Albert Francis on Mar 28, 2007 7:13:43 GMT 10
“Its about to be physical if you don’t stop touching me,” Albert let the words slip from his mouth without realising he had done so. He was scowling at the idiocy of his doctor and wondered for a moment if the man would be; in the slightest way; worth his time. He stood from the bed and moved away from the doctor in case he attempted any more diagnosis. Not feeling like he could contain himself if the man did, he moved across to the medicine cabinet and had a look in subtly. He could see the Alihotsy tablets.
“Professor?” he asked, not calling the man a doctor out of habit. “I have been feeling a little sore lately. From a Quidditch incident, you understand, and I was wondering if you had any pain killers I could utilise, I think one would do it, I can be pretty tough, so I will try to keep focus of the painlessness, when I have it,” he said, hoping the professor might give him some Alihotsy. He didn’t think he would, but all the same it was worth a try. Yes?
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Post by Dr. Jeremy Cartwright on Apr 5, 2007 22:38:05 GMT 10
“Get out!” Dr Cartwright snapped, as he understood immediately what the Ruberagon was asking for. He never thought in all of his years that student would be stupid enough to expect him to swallow such rubbish and actually feed any addiction they might have. “Go on, get!” he snapped and bewitched the bed to bounce and push Albert of it.
“I should be reporting you to your head teacher,”
He was very angry,
“Now get out before I decide to come to my senses and do just that,” he was normally a very nice man with a very genial manner. Tonight though, such a manner escaped him, “OUT!”
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