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This had been a mistake, and she should have said NO when Vindictus asked her to take care of Celandine. And since she COULDN'T drag the girl ALL the way to the Hospital Wing, Willow decided to just head to the stands and have Copernicus Kettleburn and the boy who's name started with a P to take care of the younger girl. But first she had one thing to say. "Before you kill me," Started the girl a little breathless, once she'd reached Kettleburn, "Do you think I can write my will first? And ask a friend to tell my father he's an idiot but that I love him anyway?" It was a simple request! "And really - I didn't MEAN for her to get hurt. It wasn't my fault! Also, why are two shirtless?" Because they were blue, obviously, but Willow wasn't exactly her usual self right now, "It's slightly distracting." Which was exactly WHY the sixth year was having a hard time focusing on the two boys faces. |
Enter: The Omniscient Nurse She was SUPPOSED to be at every Quidditch Game. So far the only one she had turned up for was the one she had played in. And the first half of this one but that was because she was yelling at Marcus... and that... went strangely. Trying hard not to think on that, Cari returned to the stands... JUST as everything was over? I Fail. |
"Hufflepugs." Celandine repeated into the Gryffindor-tainted towel. And Willow was... why were they... the stands! OH HEY! She kicked a pom-pom, stumbled and giggled. Willow was talking. Cela heard shirtless and tried to focus, then she swooned a little bit and blinked a few times. Darn it. She totally wanted to see the shirtlessness. "I'm a little throbby." Her voice came out a little thickly and she leaned against the older girl carefully. "You can have my broom, yes? I like Abraxans better." |
"Right," was all she gave to Celandine as reply. Because Celandine didn't LOOK a little throbby - she was bleeding and had previously been giggling. She was definitely BAD. "What?" Broom? HER broom? This was yet another sign that Celandine was badly injured because NO ONE in their right mind gave away their broom. "No. It's yours. Keep it." Sure Celandine's broom was a decent one (actually, it was pretty amazing) but that didn't MEAN Willow was going to take it. Nope. Not at all. "Oh, there's Nurse Avalon." GOOD. Copernicus surely wouldn't put an end to her life in front of the nurse, yes? She had time to do what she had to do first then. "Nurse Avalon?" Called the girl loudly from where she was standing, carrying most of Celandine's weight, "We kind of . . . need your help here." |
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The boys in their... body paint. Snort. Willow looking... apprehensive? No that's not right, she should look annoyed. She lost didn't she? A mangled blonde Ravenclaw Player. Wait a minute. Cela. STARE. "Holy Hopping Hippocampi!" Caroline exclaimed, leaping over several bleachers to the crowd of mostly Ravenclaws. "Celandine Toussaint! Were you PLAYING?" Oh that is a SWOLLEN Nose. And a bit crooked. |
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But, distraction didn't last TOO long. Plymouth was ALL focus when Cela came their way. He... moved to help too, but... just like he knew... Copernicus.. and.. yeah. Plymouth put his hands on top of his head so that he'd keep his hands to himself where they belonged. He DID offer a little airnuzzle though. From Plymmy to CellBell. "Ah. Errrm... hehe. You played good, Willy," Plymouth smiled at Willow. His teeth had to look SO white against all the blue. He lowered his arms from his head and offered them for that consolation hug he was SO SURE she needed. |
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Was that...? An air-nuzzle? Cela squinted and having decided that it was, she air nuzzled back. Mmmm something smelt like paint and book dust and sandalwood. "I'm a bit sore." Cela sort of realised and mumbled into Cope's shoulder. Blue painty mouth. |
WHY did they have to be SHIRTLESS? It was ridiculous, and distracting, and she'd also missed Copernicus pretty much calling her a hero - which was rather unfortunate. Blinking her green eyes and snapping out of it, Willow demand herself to FOCUS on Copernicus' face. "Ummm..." What had he said? Never mind. It was his fault anyway for not wearing a shirt. But she still had to say something, right? "Yes, sure." ... Maybe having agreed to something she'd not heard wasn't such a good idea. Never mind. And Nurse Avalon was asking a REAL smart question. Not. Of course Celandine was playing - why else would she be wearing Quidditch robes if she wasn't? And WHY was P Boy calling her WILLY? That was NOT her name. She did NOT like nicknames. Also, his arms were opened in such a strange position, and something told Willow that she SHOULD know what that meant. "Thank you?" Hmmmmmm. "You should put your shirt on." YES. She had to stop staring. If it wasn't because she did not want to see Hufflepuffs right now, Willow would have wanted Dominic Denton to show up - that way she would be force to look at him instead at Copernicus and P Boy's bare chests. "I know," answered Willow to Celandine with the hint of a smile. And yes, she did know she had nice hair. "Thank you." |
Oh what a mess. As in her face. It was not the prettiest Cela had ever been. And as a rule, Cela was a pretty wee thing. Swollen crooked noses and raccoon eyes and hair sticking out in all directions. Hmm mud. "Hit the ground did we? Copernicus, could you set her down for me please?" Caroline asked. She wondered how Keiran felt about his baby sister face planting in the Quidditch pitch. She'd wager that her own brother wouldn't like Cela playing Quidditch and Tobi wasn't related to Cela at all. |
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Plymouth didn't hesitate a moment more. He put his arms around Willy Fierce and gave her a BIG squeezy and blue snuggle. "You're welcome. And, anytime, Willy K. Anytime." HUGHUGHUG. "Hehe. You want me to walk you down to the celebration tent? I'll get you cake." Plymouth KNEW that the Claw Quidditch team... was... well they were violent and WINNERS, so they all probably needed cake and hugs after their 2nd place finish. And Plymouth was all about cake and hugs. Plymouth rubbed his cheek on Willows (for reasons unknown) and patted her back like consolingly. He was doing a VERY GOOD job of not being weird about .... not getting to worry over Cela like he wanted to. Very good, indeed. Very good distraction, that Willow Kovak. He didn't even HOOT at Nurse AVA LON. MMm. |
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!!!!!!! What was she supposed to be WELCOME for? The HUG? the SNUGGLE? The HUUUUGE personal space INVASION? And that was still not the worst Payton Morgan had been shirtless while doing so. Shirtless. "Willy is a boy's name." That was NOT what she was suppose to say. She was suppose to say that she did NOT like to be hugged, and that he should NEVER do that again, yet the first thing that had popped in her mind had been that - and of course Willow had not bothered to think it through before voicing it. "And I don't know if that would be a good idea . . . " Because he was a boy, and Willow didn't care much for boys. Also, Dominic Denton would be there and he would probably not be happy to see her arriving with another boy . . . . . . "Actually, I think it's a great idea." What? DOMINID had hugged KAIKA. And Kaika liked him, so that just made it worse. So why couldn't she go with ... the boy who's name she'd forgotten? Hmm? "But you need to put your shirt on." |
Cari knelt down and took a good look at Cela. "You just broke your nose really soundly. It can blacken your eyes sometimes. You know Tobi did the same thing when he was nine? He stole our sister's new racing broom to test it out and she summoned it right out from under him. Whacked his face hard against the garden wall. His nose is still crooked cause Dad wouldn't let me fix it. Said it served him right." Cari got out her wand and made that sharp wrist snap motion that she liked so much. "Epsikey," she said. Well, that was Cela's nose, but not her eyes. Or for that matter, the bruising ON her nose. She dug a tube of bright yellow paste out of her bag. "Weasley Bruise Paste," she muttered. "Dangerous but brilliant inventors. This is actually pretty handy stuff though. Close your eyes Cela." Cari instructed before dabbing on a bit, starting with her nose. |
"Willy is your cutesy little nicky name," Plymouth told Willow, complete with cutesy little nose scrunching faces. His eyes slid over to Cela for a moment. He... could have been making cutesy faces at herrrrrrrr. Not that she could see though, right? Really. Some Puff was going to get an EARFUL about that. "Okay. Great. Me. You. And cake." Plymouth beamed! He held up a finger to Willow for her to hold on just one second, "Perni. I'll... go get her some cake. And Daphne." Mmhmmm. And, so then Plymouth was ready to roll. "You want a piggy back ride, Willy? I don't have a shirt right now, but I have piggy back rides just for the Quidditch Captain!" Plymouth hopped down a step and patted his blue back for Willow to hop on. |
Willy and Cutesy. Patrick Morgan had pretty much insulted her TWICE in that little sentence. Deciding to ignore the INSULTS, Willow started to play nervously with the tip of her long ponytail, as she waited for Pedro to put his shirt back on so they could go and get the cake and hang out with . . . Hufflepuffs. Well, she was waiting for Pablo to put his shirt, except that it wasn't going to happen. He didn't HAVE a shirt. Well, crap. How was she supposed to concentrate when a boy was --- ---"I'm SORRY?" Because she clearly had her wrong. Because P Kid had NOT just offered a PIGGY BACK RIDE. Except he totally had. What. Was. She. To. Do. Now? Would it UPSET him if she said no? What if it did? What if he then just walked away and didn't go and get the cake and she wouldn't be able to make Denton jealous? Sighing a little sigh and thinking about the depths she was planning to sink just to get revenge, Willow hopped on Plymouth's back, and very hesitantly hold on to his arms. "Okay, let's go, Pa -- Morgan." |
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Eeeep. Her eyes were watering profusely and she obligingly let the nure slather her up with bruse healing paste. It probably looked awesome, especially with the blue paint that had managed to get on her face frm nuzzling. |
It's not okay to laugh at your patients, so she behaved. Cela wasn't absurd for thinking her cowardly little brother was cool. Bit odd though. "Yeah he's likeable," she agreed. Everyone loved Tobi. Pffffft! She applied a bit of paste around Cela's eyes. "He sent me a letter for you not so long ago," she added, "You should pick it up sometime soon." |
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"You know? You know I think I feel a bit sick." Celandine said conversationally, still squeezing Cope's hand. |
"You might be feeling sick, but you're looking better," Cope squeezed her hand back and tried to see if she had Cela!sparkley eyes through the paint and paste. "Did you have fun up there?" 'Cause that MIGHT make her near-death thing less painful and pointless. |
Caroline smiled. "Careful Cela." She finished up and capped the jar of paste. "You're all done now, wipe the paste off in an hour, and no one will know you had a less than graceful landing." She stood back up and dusted herself off. "You can come by my office any time for that letter." |
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"I'll come soon! Thanks!" She stood up and made a face, she'd be achy the next day for sure from that landing. Cela tugged Copernicus excitedly. "PARTY!" Yes, she was going in all her multi-coloured, achey glory. She tugged Cope with her out of the stands. |
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