03-23-2009, 01:49 AM
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| Crumple-Horned Snorkack
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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Giselle Barrington
Slytherin Sixth Year
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Teagan Kensington
Slytherin First Year  x5  x3
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Originally Posted by H_Grainger1322  Robert walked up the several flights of steps toward the Hospital wing with Nigel still over his shoulder. By the time he reached the last step and walked the few steps toward the hospital wing his legs were starting to feel like rubber. He knew he'd be sore tomorrow.
He watched as Elizabeth opened the door for him still carrying his bat which..thinking about it now...might not have been such a good move on his part since getting it back might prove harder than he thought. Walking through the doors slowly, feeling like his legs would give out any minute, he headed straight for a chair and slid the unconscious Nigel off his shoulder and onto the chair, falling into the one beside it with a tired sigh.
As he waited to be seen by the nurse he rubbed his shoulder, thankful that the weight was off and felt something wet. Pulling his hand back he noticed that Nigel's blood had gotten onto his uniform and he frowned. After opening the door for Robert and Nigel, Elizabeth stepped to the side to let them past, idly tapping her shoulder with Robert's bat. Eyeing her friend, she could tell that, while he was still concerned over their teammate, as was she, he also was starting to reconsider letting her carry the bat. Which was vaguely hilarious, since she had no need for his bat when she still had her own in her trunk. Just because she didn't need to use it for Quidditch this term didn't mean she sent it back home.
Walking over to the empty chair on Robert's other side, she sat down before glancing at him. "At least we got him up here," she said quietly, not really wanting to interrupt the nurse. "And you know if you weren't so much taller than me, I would have tried to help you get him here," she added. She was tiny, but strong. She probably could have helped carry Nigel, even if the younger boy was also taller and weighed more than her. Stupid boys, why'd they all have to be so much bigger than her?
As she saw Robert notice the blood on his uniform, she grinned, gesturing at her own, which still had Nigel's blood on it from her failed attempt at keeping him upright on the pitch. "I know where you're coming from," she said ironically. "I'm just hoping a good cleaning spell or two, or twelve, will get it out before the championship game." And now to wait for the nurse to notice them. She saw the Huffie girl from the game there, and sent her a smile, not wanting to bother her while she was being treated.
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