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sweetpinkpixie Kurumi took a crouching position by Alice's legs, more around her quads than feet because that would only cause more damage. If something was going to go wrong with moving the Gryffindor, Kurumi wanted the blame to be put on her and not the others. "On three, one...two...." And Kurumi began to lift up on Alice until she was holding her at a comfortable height. "You alright?" she asked, her eyes darting around when she saw two Hufflepuffs seeming to be in some distress as well.
"Bliss, Glenn," Kurumi called while Walnut wove around her feet. "Go see the Groundskeeper about that wrist!" Or, well, mostly Bliss...but Glenn could go with her for support...or if she was hurt too. Kurumi hadn't really heard the entire conversation.
And THEN the Groundskeeper was asking for Prefects to get their housemates together. Well, first things first....and that was getting Alice to him. Waddling along with the small girl tucked into her arms - sorry Elodie, we had to let go of your hand for this - Kurumi approached the Groundskeeper and glanced over her shoulder.
"Sir, I managed a simple bandage on her leg, but she thinks it is broken," Kurumi explained as she continued to hold Alice's legs a little higher in the air. Kurumi would put Alice down, but if they just needed to pick her back up again it would only increase the chance for more injury...right?
See, this was why Kurumi was NOT going to be a Healer...at least not for people.
Bliss
had been just about leaving to go to the carriages when she'd heard someone call her and Glenn's names. She wondered who it was, not all that many people knew her name as of yet. She spun around and came face to face with Kurumi, the Gryffindor prefect, who was telling her that she should go and find the Groundskeeper. She smiled gratefully at the older girl and thanked her before going across the platform in search of the Groundskeeper. By the sounds of it, he would be able to heal it, OR at least help her in some way, that would be nice. Now then, what had his name been? Mr..Gibbs..Gibbers..Gibbins!
"Mr Gibbins!" She called, hopefully loud enough and hopefully in his direction. Maybe she'd finally be getting some help for her
broken wrist.