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Chimaera
Join Date: Oct 2006 Location: Baker Street
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Marcus Briody Cole Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Nadia Atreyu-Rehman Gryffindor Sixth Year x8 x8
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Originally Posted by PhoenixRising She was familiar with the plants in the section that she was perusing. They were all relatively mild, but the only thing that gave her pause is that from her recollection they required regular watering. While she loved her niece dearly, she wasn't sure how much she could be expected to water her plants. For one the girl was under five years old, so Adri definitely predicted her to lose interest after a couple weeks at most.
Before she could ponder too much, someone bumped her and as a result ... she herself was caught off guard and extended her palm to brace herself on the shelf. Which she was grateful at that moment to be strapped securely to the ground, for it did provide the necessary support to keep her upright. The downside was that the impact her slamming her palm against the shelf she felt a small twinge as her wrist bent backwards a little too much and she knew instantly it was a broken wrist. Her face winced in pain, she turned around ready to barrage him with questions except he seemed so genuinely sincere as he apologized. "Whoever said plants didn't cause physical pain, was seriously mistaken." She said, sighing and shaking her head. "You don't happen to recall the spell for creating a splint, do you? My healing skills for humans was always lacking." Which was why she chose a career involving plants, not people. His entire face fell when he registered the wench across her own. Oh Merlin, just what had he done? “I can certainly give them plenty of examples to that fact,” It was truly one of the hazards of being a herbologist and working with the more magical and dangerous types of their ilk. Apparently one of the others was hurting more defenseless young women who you happen upon in a botanical shop. “Thankfully I do…” he remarked, slipping his wand from his pocket and looking at the woman in askance for permission to cast on her. Of course then he realized she wouldn’t be asking if she didn’t. “Actually works nicely to tie back vining plants as well.” Marcus mused to try and soften the seriousness of the situation. “Hold it out please…” he instructed, giving her a moment to brace herself before focusing and casting “Ferula,” on the poor limb.
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