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The cleanest room in the entire castle is, for more than obvious reasons, the hospital wing. Considering this is a magical school and accidents happen, it is not uncommon to see students and even staff being sent or brought here throughout the school year. Rest assured that no matter what mishap or injury you have, the school healer will have you fixed up and back to normal in no time ... depending on the severity, of course.
The primary feature of this decent-sized room are a series of standard issued beds. Accompanying each bed is a set of dividers, meant to give the person staying here privacy, and a wheeled table at the foot of it containing a jar of crystal clear water, glasses, and a vase of brightly coloured flowers. For those staying overnight, the bedside tables contain a set of sterile pyjamas and a pair of clean socks that are charmed to adjust and fit the wearer. Two steel chairs have been provided for visitors -- these are not the most comfortable as the patients here need plenty of rest in order to recover quickly. As per her job description, the healer rarely leaves the room when there are patients under her care and is always on call.
Alongside a storage room and a small clean bathroom for patient use, the healer has an office just off to one side of the main hospital wing where you can speak with her privately, either about medical concerns or in regards to the subject she teaches: History of Magic.
SPOILER!!: The Healer's Office
When you enter the office of Gabriela Recard the first thing you notice is all the purple. Yes, Gabriela LOVES the color purple and has chosen to decorate her office to reflect that (did you know it's the color of royalty?). The furniture itself is a deep mahogany color, and piles upon piles of books are situated on and around the bookshelves. Most of them are history books, but if you look closely you'll be able to see the various other subjects Gabi takes an interest in, such as Charms and Transfiguration.
On her desk, Gabi has three framed portraits of her husband, son and daughter. There are two large armchairs across from the desk for you to make yourself comfortable (purple of course, and matching the large, elegant drapes perfectly). Come on in and have a seat - if you're lucky, maybe Professor Recard will even offer you some tea.
OOC: Hello! Feel free to post your students if they are coming to visit Gabi for academic purposes, in addition to the normal business of the hospital wing. You do not need to wait for Gabi to call you in to post and there is no waiting area - if you post here, assume you have been invited in. Please be mindful of those who have posted ahead of you and do not simply "crash" the RP. Thank you!
OOC: Please do not play for the Healer. Gabriela Recard, played by Lissy Longbottom, will be happy to help your character.
curly haired prefect - "sometimes I get angry!" - 30/90 - *chicken emoji* - probably @ Disney - I speak dog
Gabi had spent the majority of her prep time before the term started cleaning the Hospital Wing - after all, it had to be as sterile as possible in order to be the best possible wing for sick children. It wouldn't do anyone any good to have the beds covered in dust when kids came in with broken bones or fevers from the flu. She'd cleaned the sheets, shined the bed knobs, swept every inch of the floor, and cleaned all the dust off the windows.
Not to brag or anything, but it MIGHT have been the cleanest it had EVER been.
Of course, she had spent so much time cleaning the hospital to assure that it was fit to treat students that she hadn't really done a whole lot of UNPACKING. It was mostly her books and knick-knacks - the important things, like her lesson planning materials and such, were all scattered on her desk and every time she looked at the mess, her brain kind of short circuited. She had a ton of medical books as well, which could be used for reference or just for general curiosity for the future healers among them. She was currently whistling to herself and unpacking, hoping to get this all done today so she wouldn't have to worry about it anymore. It was nearly a month in to school, after all!
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I'm still standin'________________________________________ better than I ever did
Lookin' like a true survivor_________________________________feelin' like a little kid
A path is not simply for walking, its purpose lies in moving forward and improving oneself.
The Hufflepuff had no reason to visit the hospital wing at the moment. He was simply walking around aimlessly, avoiding doing his homework for the day. He'd do that tomorrow morning or just tell the Professor he forgot to make it if he REALLY did not feel like studying.
Deep in thought as he tried to come up with an i-forgot-my-homework excuse, Minjae past the hospital wing and in the corner of his eyes he noticed the Healer/Professor being busy with unpacking. He stopped walking and thought for a split second before he knocked on the door and waited at the doorway.
"Hey professor Recard...or ...i guess its Healer Recard in this setting" he said looking around. "You still haven't unpacked your stuff?"
curly haired prefect - "sometimes I get angry!" - 30/90 - *chicken emoji* - probably @ Disney - I speak dog
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Originally Posted by DuckyLinJi
The Hufflepuff had no reason to visit the hospital wing at the moment. He was simply walking around aimlessly, avoiding doing his homework for the day. He'd do that tomorrow morning or just tell the Professor he forgot to make it if he REALLY did not feel like studying.
Deep in thought as he tried to come up with an i-forgot-my-homework excuse, Minjae past the hospital wing and in the corner of his eyes he noticed the Healer/Professor being busy with unpacking. He stopped walking and thought for a split second before he knocked on the door and waited at the doorway.
"Hey professor Recard...or ...i guess its Healer Recard in this setting" he said looking around. "You still haven't unpacked your stuff?"
Gabi looked up as someone entered the Hospital Wing, quite relieved when it looked like the child wasn't in need of any medical attention. She smiled at the Hufflepuff and chuckled a little. "Either one is appropriate," she assured Minjae before turning back to her boxes and shrugging.
"I was more focused on making sure that all dust was cleared out of here. For sanitation purposes of course," she told him. She wanted all the students to know that she was definitely on top of cleanliness in here. "How can I help you Mister Yoon?" she asked him with a small smile.
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I'm still standin'________________________________________ better than I ever did
Lookin' like a true survivor_________________________________feelin' like a little kid
the sky is always there for me ☀ ☁ heavy hearts like heavy clouds
Zipping and swooping all the way from the Care of Magical Creatures professor's cabin was a lone silvery Indian roller whose wings would find no rest until it beseeches the healer.
"Madame Recard! Madame Recard!" came the strained voice of one Mathys de Nostredame from the tiny bird's beak. "Dépêche toi s'il te plaît. I have been slain by a sword and am bleedeeng out een my cahbeen! Dé-----dé----dépêche-----"
But the message did not complete itself and the silvery bird dissipated into thin air.
curly haired prefect - "sometimes I get angry!" - 30/90 - *chicken emoji* - probably @ Disney - I speak dog
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Originally Posted by Mathys de Nostredame
Zipping and swooping all the way from the Care of Magical Creatures professor's cabin was a lone silvery Indian roller whose wings would find no rest until it beseeches the healer.
"Madame Recard! Madame Recard!" came the strained voice of one Mathys de Nostredame from the tiny bird's beak. "Dépêche toi s'il te plaît. I have been slain by a sword and am bleedeeng out een my cahbeen! Dé-----dé----dépêche-----"
But the message did not complete itself and the silvery bird dissipated into thin air.
Gabi had just been about to finish the last of her grading - just a few more papers stood between her and an early night in bed - when the glittery patronus swooped in to her office. Startled, she gasped a little and dropped the quill she was holding, splattering ink all over the paper she was currently marking. She barely got a chance to try and figure out what type of bird the patronus was exactly before it began to deliver it's message.
After listening to the patronus, she wondered for just a brief moment if maybe this was a prank - but there was no way. That voice was unmistakable and not one that any student could mimic - let alone copy his patronus like that. Grabbing her nurse bag without a second thought, she bolted out of the office, moving incredibly fast for someone wearing high heels.
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I'm still standin'________________________________________ better than I ever did
Lookin' like a true survivor_________________________________feelin' like a little kid
Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB
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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19
It all came back like one quick, grand tsunami. Acromantulas, doggos being taken, battling the acromantulas, doggos being taken, Trent, Fuller- Thompson, doggos being taken… Claudien sat up, wincing as she did so, at the same moment that Trent was having a go at Bernie. “It.. it wasn’t her fault,’’ she meekly and quietly tried to defend her friend. “I dragged her into this.’’ She couldn’t meet any of the three pairs of eyes; she was so ashamed and regretful. Not even as she was helped and soon standing on her feet. Claudine barely cared that her privileges were being stripped from her. All she wanted was a nice, warm bed and a dreamless bit of sleep. “I’d like to walk, please,’’ she mumbled to Fuller-Thompson. The Levitation charm was off of the Lioness now, it seemed, since Bernie was hobbling off. Besides, Claudine’s legs felt fine; it was her arms that were still paining.
Now, Claudine did care that she had gotten Bernie into trouble. The other girl was her only female friend. So she did something that she rarely did for anyone: Claudine sidled up to Bernie to slip a hand into one of the Gryffindor’s to offer some support. “If you need to, you can lean on me. And Bernie? I’m sorry.’’ She wanted to cry too but wasn’t quite ready to do so in front of others. Maybe when she was in bed.
Bernie didn't lean on Claudine. She didn't shake her off, because she knew that Claudine didn't really touch anyone anyway, but she also didn't respond to her friend. She made no move to show that she had even heard the Slytherin's apology as she limped into the Hospital Wing.
"H-healer," she stammered, suddenly losing all energy as the bright lights and clean, starchy beds caught her eye. Bernie shook her head and sank down on a bed before she lost it and started crying again. "I mean, P-pr-professor. We're hurt. Acromantulas got us." And Bernie was quickly running out of steam to say much else. She closed her eyes and tried to stay seated without falling over. Her entire left side was throbbing; from her shoulder hanging at a weird angle to the gash in her thigh, and all the other cuts and tears and scratches in between.
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yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
If Claudine had felt ashamed and regretful of dragging Bernie into this before, she felt a thousand times worse when Bernie seemed to ignore her. Not even the fact that the Gryffindor hadn’t pulled made her feel any better. Claudine withdrew her own hand and left her friend (?) to drop onto a bed. Healer. Yes, they needed Healer Recard. And Claudine would allow Bernie to be dealt with first. She looked away, the sight of Bernie’s tears sending stabs into her chest.
She could not bear it and did what she was always so good at: the Snakette melted away from the pair. Even though her entire body still hurt and she was becoming aware of cuts on her face and hands, she backed away from Recard and Bernie quietly so as to not to make any noise. Once about three beds away from them, she slipped behind the divider and onto the bed it was assigned to. It was only then that she took a better look at herself: clothes torn; bloody scratches, both deep and shallow. But she didn’t care. Claudine gingerly eased her body down flat on the bed and stared up at the ceiling.
Maybe she would go to sleep and this horrible incident would be a nightmare.
Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite
Malachi walked in behind the girls, his shoulder now throbbing something fierce as the shock wore off. It hurt enough that it almost felt as if his whole body was on fire rather than just the shoulder.
He allowed the girls to take seats if they wanted, knowing the healer would be in soon. Was he done lecturing them? Hardly, but he was tired and had residual terror running through him. He had a lot running through him and not enough to be passed on to them.
But.
”Consider this the last chance either of you have.” He wasn’t frantic or panicked or anything else he’d been back at the forest edge. In fact, the man sounded...calm—he wasn’t, but his resignation helped that tone manifest. It was the end of their list of chances, for them both. He had wilfully ignored the dung Blaze tried to feed him about Grantham not being responsible. Short of imperio, the Gryffindor made the choices herself and was equally at fault. It wasn’t as if one knew the rules but the other didn’t. They BOTH knew. They were both at the end of the line.
”This was the most blatant means of rule breaking I’ve seen in quite some time. A direct order to avoid the forest so you two decide to sneak in. Lives could’ve been lost—more lives.” Those dogs hadn’t deserved that and they would still be with Piers if the girls didn’t decide they were above the rules. An ideology he would fix presently.
“Hurt as you are, pay attention,” He had no sympathy for those who would go out of their way to seek trouble and drag others down with them as they’d so thoughtless done tonight. “The very last chance. One more slip up and you’ll both be expelled from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Consider this the warning. There will be no others. No detention. No point loss. I’m done. Grantham, I’m especially disappointed in you. For all the chances you’ve already gotten. For all I’ve told you about thinking before doing, about consequences. You do this. Well now I’m doing this. Forget to raise you hand in class, tie your tie the wrong way one day, show up to curfew 2 seconds late, I don’t care what. I will expel either of you and not lose sleep. This was careless. It was stupid. It was selfish. I don’t tolerate that. You will act as if you have sense from now on, or you will find another school.”
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Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________
______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.
Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB
Bernie's eyes opened at the voice of the Headmaster, blinking her tears away as rapidly as she could so that she could focus on him. The Headmaster looked grim, and not just because of his injured arm. His tone was serious, so she seriously did her best to maintain eye contact, her shiny blue eyes fixed on his cold ones.
...
Oh, no, sweet Merlin, nooooooooo. All Bernie HAD was Hogwarts. She LOVED magic. She didn't want to ever, EVER be expelled from this place, and she knew that the Headmaster was right. They'd been careless, stupid, and selfish, and had resulted in the loss of life for several of the Charms professor's pups. She felt guilty, she felt terrible, she had especially disappointed him, and now she felt as though she might vomit.
Bernie wanted to puke into a trashcan and then curl into a ball and die, she just felt so...so hopeless. But instead of saying anything, she choked back her feelings in a pathetic display of phlegm as she tried to remain calm. She was out of chances. If she was late, or made a mistake, or had a hair out of place, she was going to be expelled, which was most definitely worse than being killed. Bernie felt a cold chill run down her spine as she realized the man was right, and had the absolute authority to make this call.
She cleared her throat and blinked dully at the Headmaster.
"Yes...sir."
There was nothing more to be said. This was the end of her rule-breaking days. It was time for her to grow up. She looked away from him rapidly, refraining from adding her usual pathetic I'm sorry speech. Sorry just wasn't strong enough a word right now.
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yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Claudine had been too numb to actually do more than to nod silently at Headmaster Trent. She had done this without meeting his eyes and as she lay there on the bed, she didn’t think that she would be looking at him nor Fuller-Thompson directly in their eyes for a very long time. Obviously Trent had not believed a word about what Claudine had said to defend Bernie and for the reason he had come down more harshly on the Gryffindor.
The Snakette was sure of one thing though: expulsion had never been nor will ever be on the list of things she wanted to achieve in her lifetime.
Was Trent done now? She wanted to escape this humiliation.
curly haired prefect - "sometimes I get angry!" - 30/90 - *chicken emoji* - probably @ Disney - I speak dog
Gabi was not normally one to be up at this hour - she liked her beauty sleep, after all - but thankfully she had been refilling her potion vials and was up a little bit later than normal, so she heard the whole commotion as Trent, Bernie and Claudine entered the hospital wing. She walked out just in time to hear Trent reprimanding them, her blue eyes opening widely as she heard what he was saying to them.
"Acromantulas?!" she asked, completely in shock that the two students, who had always done remarkably well in her classes, could do something so stupid. Merlin's beard! What had they been thinking? Luckily for them, Trent had basically taken the words right out of Gabi's mouth. She'd save them a lecture...for now.
"You. Stay put," she said roughly to Claudine, as she would deal with her in a moment, as she walked over to the cabinet and began to rummage around in the cabinets for her trusty dittany. She walked back to Bernadette, who was already sitting, and popped open the vial. "This shouldn't hurt THAT much, as the cut isn't as deep as it could have been," she observed, doing a quick once over on her injuries. As for that arm that was at a weird angle...well, Gabi would get the easy stuff out of the way first.
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I'm still standin'________________________________________ better than I ever did
Lookin' like a true survivor_________________________________feelin' like a little kid
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