Ema walked into the waiting room and took a seat, her arm still covering her face and her robes getting even bloodier.

Yellow Quidditch robes + blood = Orange. Yes? Well, the colors weren't MIXING, so it didn't count. Too bad. She sniffed and breathed through her mouth, her head starting to throb. She had planned on...coming to the hospital wing sometime or another. But she hadn't expected to get her nose broken. Pffft!

She didn't plan on bringing up the cuts in her mouth...even though that was contributing to the pain, because she had to breathe through her mouth now and the air stung them. They were minor though, and hopefully she wouldn't have to deal with any funky remedies in her mouth. But she would...hopefully get to ask the healer a couple questions. And...Kazi would never know, he knew it was only an innocent question. Although, he had told her to go to Melita before.

But whatever. This was a good opportunity, even if it was...not enjoyable.