Merlin's beard, this was a pretty stressful holiday this year, wasn't it? Ron and Hermione had gotten hurt in a raid, and he'd just gotten an owl that Teddy had been involved in some sort of potions accident and had been sent to St. Mungo's too.

So of course Harry had gotten here as soon as he could, and...it was awfully busy in here already. Was Mungo's always this chaotic? And was that a gnome??

Harry might've gone to investigate, but in that moment he also spotted Ron and Hermione - and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley? Were they hurt or ill too? "Hey," he said, heading over to them. "Have you signed in yet?" So they could hopefully get them in and healed soon? And where was...

"Teddy!" There he was. What was he holding and looking at?

Cole looked down at his hand and it seemed to be getting worse. He tried to bend his fingers but no luck. "Yeahhh they are starting to get numb.." He was starting to panic. Was that a bad thing? But he kept it cool and not let it get to him too badly. Was he joking? He couldn't fill it out. He got bitten on his writing hand. "No I can't, can someone help me fill it out?" I mean he would rather get seen right now but you know filling out paper work was important.

SPOILER!!: you lovely people you!!

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Originally Posted by Jessiqua

Ron, feeling very weakened by now, took a while to get his breathing under control. A healer was here, thank Merlin. "Underground Potion lab, I got covered in a mixture of Potions. I don't know what ones hit me though." He put his hand on his stomach, hoping that would help somehow.



Ron knew that voice. He groaned slightly, not wanting Hermione to see him in pain. Oh dear… He looked up and saw her approach, then frowned himself, suddenly not caring about his own multiple ailments. "Hermione, what happened to your arm? Are you okay?" He reached out and had a look at it. Obviously no healer, he gulped and looked around for one to help her.
She was in pain.
He put an arm around her, awkwardly, not wanting to get too close in case his potion vomiting was contagious.
"Gnome? 'Mione what are you talking about?" Worried his love was getting confused somehow, he looked around and saw… a Gnome!

What could he do but just stare at it with his mouth held wide open?

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Originally Posted by Bazinga

Bitten by a plant, well okay then, this wasn't Markus' expertise, but he did know some things. "Can you bend your fingers alright or are they going numb?" This was something he needed to know before proceeding, because if it was one he had some time, if it was the other, he needed to hurry this man along. Looking at his clipboard he started to hand it over, "Can you fill this out or will you need some help writing?" Either was fine with Markus he could do either.




Seeing another person looking around, Markus walked over, "Hello, it's kind of busy in here right now, but we will take care of you the best we can and as quick as possible." He didn't like to wait, so seeing others wait made him feel bad. Pulling out his papers he looked it over, "So what seems to be the trouble?" Hearing the healer he turned back to the woman, [b] "Maybe we can get you to the floor you are needing a little faster, it seems things are working in order at the moment.



Potions? Well this was interesting, Markus started writing things down. "I noticed some people were here that you know. Will they be accompanying you to the potion floor?" He figured he could give his coworkers a head up if this was a family event.

Seeing his hand go to his stomach, Markus quickly summons a bucket. Here use this." He wasn't cleaning up anything if he didn't have to. "Now it was a potion you say?" Well he needed the potion floor. Now where was that file again?

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Originally Posted by AlwaysSnapesGirl

Merlin's beard, this was a pretty stressful holiday this year, wasn't it? Ron and Hermione had gotten hurt in a raid, and he'd just gotten an owl that Teddy had been involved in some sort of potions accident and had been sent to St. Mungo's too.

So of course Harry had gotten here as soon as he could, and...it was awfully busy in here already. Was Mungo's always this chaotic? And was that a gnome??

Harry might've gone to investigate, but in that moment he also spotted Ron and Hermione - and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley? Were they hurt or ill too? "Hey," he said, heading over to them. "Have you signed in yet?" So they could hopefully get them in and healed soon? And where was...

"Teddy!" There he was. What was he holding and looking at?

Was she accompanying Ron? Of course she was. She could deal with her arm after he stopped retching all over the place, really, potions were worse than slipping down a flight of stairs during a work thing. She just put on a strong face and sighed slightly.

“Ron, I heard about the potions and was on my way…don’t worry about me” she smiled grimaced and then heard a voice. Well two, one that reminded her of fighting the good fight and the other, well, lets just say it still didn’t leave a good taste in her mouth – and really, she was just even more glad that none of her nieces and nephews were cursed with their name…turning she glanced to see two of her former classmates. She gave Malfoy a quick nod, as if just saying good luck because really he looked like he was in pain…and Harry, well, he got a big smile.

“Hey Harry,” she smiled. “I might need to get someone to just make a splint for my arm before I head down to the Potions floor with my husband, its just, sore.” Well, that wasn’t the half of it. “I think its broken but I can’t be completely sure,” she admitted sheepishly. Of course her good arm was gently patting Ron’s shoulder, oh she just hoped he was going to be okay.

“I’ve not…signed in yet really, honestly…Ron’s in worse shape than I am” she admitted with a sheepish half smile on her face. What? Harry knew she’d get the help later right?

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Originally Posted by Govoni

Draco Malfoy, a pureblood man of 35, was in a TERRIBLY foul mood. Indignities were being suffered and he was NOT at all amused at having to travel to St. Mungo's of all bleeding places during the Holiday season. The establishment was beneath him, certainly....but nothing was to be done about it now. The pain COULD NOT BE SNUFFED.

See, the now adult Malfoy had a severe case of the bum burns. There were blisters swelling and bursting, and putrid odors emitting from his rear end. No home remedy appeared to work and his poor, lovely wife...Well, there was only so much Astoria could do. She wasn't a Healer. Malfoys didn't partake in such remedial occupations.

Healers.

SNORT.

The sheer indignation.

He'd been able to dress, but only just....the material of his clothing further agitating his injuries. There might have been a tear in his eye, as well...but Malfoys didn't cry. How absurd.

"Excuse me." SASS. "My wife and I need to speak with a..." GRIMACE! "...Healer privately."

Asteria was SO MAD at her husband right now. She'd told him numerous times that the fire crab endeavor he had taken on was much too dangerous - besides, they were rich, why did they need extra income from an underground breeding ring? It was bad enough that the Malfoy name was already associated with lawbreakers - and her husband was doing NOTHING to help get rid of that.

See, the wife was ALWAYS right. ALWAYS.

At least her burns were not as painful as Draco's. As mad as she was at him, she couldn't help but feel sorry for him as well - what an inconvenient place to have blisters! She, at least, only had them on her hands and forearms. It made holding a wand a bit difficult, however, and of course they did HURT terribly, but she could only imagine how badly her husband felt right now...

"As soon as you can see us. It is URGENT," she added as her husband walked up to the receptionist. Then she shot him another I TOLD you this was a bad idea glare at him before turning to sit down moodily in one of the waiting room chairs.

The Head Healer was furious at this point, why were these people still all around her desk. She was to go on break soon. Where were the other healers to help out, did she have to do everything herself?

"Please sign in and find your way to an open registration desk. There are healers on every floor that can help you.

She looked back at her clip board and decided the other healers could deal with this mess, she was going on break. Turning she looked towards the tree, why was it missing decorations? Which one of these patients were a thief?

Ron looked around and nodded, he did want Hermione to be with him but… he also wanted her to be fixed. He didn't like the thought of her being in pain just to accompany him to the right floor. He kissed her on the forehead, hating to see her in pain. "Er… yes I suppose so," he said to the healer.

Ron grabbed the bucket just in time, and vomited into it, then used his wand to empty the contents. He didn't want it to be seen or smelled, by him or anyone else. Why wasn't his mother here taking care of him? He noticed a lot of his family in the waiting room but tried to stay away, not wanting to worry them. "Cheers. Yes, a few potions, I think. It was an underground potion lab, they all exploded." And covered him. Eugh.

Ron shook his head, "Not yet." Where was he supposed to sign in? It was probably obvious.

Ron nodded at Hermione, glad she wasn't too much in pain, although no matter what face she put on he still knew she was in pain. He rubbed her back, somewhat comfortingly. Then stopped. The nausea was overwhelming. It seemed to help hugging the bucket to his chest with both hands. He wanted to shake his head at his wife, but didn't. He was just happy she was with him, but he did want her to be seen. Though, sadly, he felt too awful to vocalise it to her.

Giggling at the people who thought they could actually catch him, the Gnome took off down the corridor dropping tiny glinting pieces as he went.

Hehehe

The trees were so pretty.. WERE!! His stash in hand he was off..

He heard someone else snapping orders and ignored for a bit until he realized no one else was going to take them either so he grabbed another form and moved towards the couple. Yes he recognized who they were, but that didn't matter to Markus, no he was annoyed to be at work and didn't care who anyone was, he just wanted eggnog.

"Can I help you?" He handed over the forms so they could start checking in and getting where they need to go. Privately? He raised his eyebrow wondering what could possibly need discussed somewhere else. "Well.. if you tell me what is going on I can find the place you need to head." Glancing around for a room if they still wanted more privacy.



He couldn't even fill out his form. He sighed but grabbed the quill. "Alright what's your first and last name, age, date of birth. Any allergies?" He glanced around for anyone that could take the guy, but a bite was a bite and he knew where he needed to send him.


"So tell me, what actually got you and how did it happen."



Now back to this one he nodded, "Well if you tell me your first and last name, age, date of birth I can get you started in the check in." Pulling out his quill he was already sick of writing and just started. He jotted some things down, a few potions. He glanced watching the man puke. UGH

"You aren't sure exactly what potions?" This man certainly needed in quarantine until they could figure out what potions.

"Er it's Weasley. Ronald Weasley. I'm 34, born 1st of March 1980." He got that out, okay good. Now, breathe. Deep breaths. Ron was really starting to feel really woozy now. He didn't know what colour his face was but he was sure it was slightly greening.

Ron shook his head. "Not exactly sure. I was feeling fine, absolutely fine before, then I started feeling really nauseated straight after some of it entered my mouth." That was the big symptom. Nausea, vomiting, fatigue...