Evelyn cringed at the girl's story of Professor Borr's failed attempt of an astronomy class, and at the word 'snapped'. Although, it was amusing, at least to her and that one other girl in the class, to watch everyone run around panicking, tripping, vomiting, screaming...laughing...okay the last one was just her, but it was funny to watch. She didn't know that the girl got a broken arm though, she would have stayed and tried to help. Or at least not stand in the back and taking in the view of the place. Evelyn looked over to the girl who was speaking with the professor. Her arm did look pretty broken. 'Ouch. Having that thing land on her arm? Must hurt like crazy.'

"He's supposed to be the new Astronomy professor." Celandine answered and tried to shift so that her arm was visible even though she had it braced against her chest.

"Two... I think... sort of trying not to look at it much. Hurts more when I look."

"Hmm. Don't look at it then," Bunbury answered simply, gently taking Cela's arm and kinda...prodding at it. She wasn't poking so much as lightly kneading here and there to figure out how to fix the broken...ness. Plants were so much simpler.

"I could maybe set it for you," she offered politely. "That will hurt though. Hurt a lot more. Did you get anything for pain yet?"

"Dr. Kazinazimer did a spell," Tino answered for her, covering Celandine's eyes with his palm so she couldn't look. "But then he left. And so did Daphne. And then the nurse too. Not that. . ." Tino paused. He wasn't sure it was kosher to criticize staff in front of other staff. Oh wait. . .this was the teacher who made fun of all her coworkers during class. "SHE'S TRYING TO TURN US ALL INTO ROBOTS!!," he blurted out.

Then Tino quickly and not-so-politely brushed Bunbury's hand away from the mangled arm. "Excuse me," he said coolly. "Do you have a medical license?"

Cela put her hand on top of Tino's, trying to pull it down so she could watch whatever might have been happening. She stiffened and went pale at the prodding.

"I'm tough. I am. Even though I wear pink." Celandine told Professor Bunbury from behind Tino's hand.

And... one little bit of pain was better than a whole lot more, right?

Kazimeriz was a doctor now, was he? Yet it was Bunbury being accused of not having a medical license.

And what the hell was a robot anyway?

"I don't have a medical license, nopeeee," Anastasia answered Tino all too cheerfully. She flinched away from the boy almost the instant he tried to touch her though. Nuh. Nuhuh. She hadn't forgotten Creepy!Eyes' moment of divination at that Quidditch match last term.

"The thing is, without knowing exactly where it's broken," Bunbury took another step back from Cela, "I could be setting your arm in entirely the wrong position so it heals incorrectly. And I'm no Healer." Oddly enough, that made her smirk. "Lucky for you though, we have magic."

And so Bunbury drew her wand to point it at students, for the umpteenth time today.

Evelyn tried to lean over to the left so she could get a better view of what the professor was doing, and she completely forgot about why she was in there in the first place. Leaning on her hand was not a good idea. Wincing, but keeping her gaze on the group on the other side of the room, she sat up straight, putting the play-dohy stuff on her hands again. 'They may look better, but definitely don't feel any better.' The play-doh, green, stuff, felt kinda weird to tell the truth. 'Wonder how much pain the professor meant...' the voice said almost distractedly. 'I don't know. Hopefully not much to make the girl yell.' she thought, though it wasn't really for the sake of the girl. Evelyn could stand a group of people yelling and screaming, it didn't bother her in the slightest...but if it was just one person, and in an echoing room? Not a good idea...But she forgot all about the ideas when she saw the Professor take out her wand. 'Ooo must watch!'

So, so far they'd been damaged by Lord Borr, abandoned by Kazi, ignored by qualified physicians, victimized by a cookie terrorism conspiracy, and threatened with disfigurement by the Herbology teacher.

What kind of place was this?!?

Tino leapt dramatically in front of Bunbury, arms spread wide. "Oh no you don't!!," he yelled, "No way! We want a registered licensed educrated physician, not a plant-lady! You could screw her up for life! These hands have potential!"

He pointed suddenly towards the green-handed Slytherin watching them. "You there! If you're not a mind-controlled robot destined to do the nefarious will of the dread Cookie Nurse, help your fellow humans! We must escape!"

Evelyn was startled slightly when the older boy suddenly pointed to her. 'He is pointing to me...right?' Looking behind and to the side of her to see if there was anyone else there. Nope he was pointing to her, and why should she help? She was having too much fun watching!...and what's a robot? Scooting over to sit on the edge of the bed without using her hands too much, she looked at the boy that was...well, just weird.

"What's a robot?" Evelyn asked, furrowing her eyebrows and imagining that it was probably some lunatic creature that was on the ministry 'dangerous' list or whatever it was. Then she repeated his words, trying very hard not to laugh at the thought of them. "'The nefarious will of the dread cookie nurse?' Well you got me there. She does kinda creep me out. But just how am i supposed to help you when i practically can't touch anything?" she said, raising an eyebrow, lifting up her hands to show them the green stuff stuck to them, a piece of the green play-doh substance peeling off and falling to the floor.

Potential?

Celandine ignored all the jumping around and subsequent conversation in favour of looking at her hands and wondering what potential they had. She blinked a few times and swooned a little, laying back against the pillow.

"Tino?" Cela asked in a small voice, "Maybe... could you just hold my hand while Professor Bunbury fixes me? I trust her. She wears pink." The trustingest colour of them all. And of course Cela meant her good hand and not the one attached to the broken arm.

Flicking her eyes from the deranged Ravenclaw to the green-thumbed Slytherin, Bunbury rolled her eyes dramatically yet again with the 'surrounded by idiots' sigh and all.

"You shouldn't trust me, dear," she mentioned quietly, not moving her wand stance a bit. "I am NOT merely a 'plant lady' however, and I DO know how to set a bone."

A bone, yes, like a finger or the cartilage in a nose were easily reparable. Arms and double breaks and fractures and all that jazz were entirely different. The children didn't need to know that though.

"Step aside Kolytris or flee for your life, I don't care either way. You're supposed to be from the House with a brain, though, so I'd suggest using it to help Celandine instead of creating such panic in a hospital wing."

Though maybe if he had seen Jake come in.... he'd have had a reason to panic.

Tino did not have time to explain to these clueless people what a robot was. He pointed down. "You could kick her."

Cela was speaking again! Tino lunged to her side, lowering his ear so she didn't have to make a huge effort. Hmmmm. The offer to hold her hand was extremely tempting. He eyed the delicate fingers of her functioning limb. She probably had soft skin. . . Tino's gaze flickered towards the tip of Bunbury's wand, which was uncomfortably close to his face.
Tino felt a surge of adrenaline (fear? adrenaline?) through his insides, and his stomach flipped. A challenge! A true, villainous-phrased challenge! 'Step aside or flee. . .' Wait a minute. That wasn't a choice at all. That was like choosing between 'I win, or you lose'. What a crock. Bunbury needed to go re-pot her plants. Tino crossed his arms, still blocking Bunbury's spellpath. "Pink is the color of insanity!," he announced. He was lying--it was actually yellow, but psychology was half the battle. "Until we have a proper doctor--none shall pass!"

Cel breathed out shakily and closed her eyes. The room was doing things, or.... it might have been the people in it, but it was making her all swoony trying to follow what was going on. She didn't like the fuzzy brain feeling.

She held her broken arm against her chest, bracing it with her good hand and just....

...

... lay there.

"Don't even think about kicking me," Bunbury whipped her head around and hissed at the Slytherin oozing green stuff from her hands. "Really. You need to be hospitalized, boy."

She had been in such a rush to get the hell out of here before Jake woke up and started screaming about strangling plants.... or other ah, nonsense... but now, with a brat trying to tell her what NOT to do, Annie was more determined than ever to do the opposite.

She calmly took a step to the left of Tino, aiming for Cela's arm. Bunz flicked her wand once, drawing it out like she was making an invisible line in the air. A crunch...y.... grinding sound accompanied the invisible line gesture and then half of Cela's arm appeared to be straightened as it involuntarily rose off her chest, straight out like a low salute.

Tossing a smirk to the dimwitted boy trying to restrain her, Bunbury repeated the gesture, drawing the line out even more the second time for the other half of the girl's arm. There. It was straight. Not healed, but at least all was in the right place-ish now.

Evelyn stood up when the boy spoke again, but she had no intention of kicking the professor. 'Who does that anyway? There are much better ways-' she paused in her thought process, jumping back on the bed when the professor...Oh my merli- Did she just... hiss at her? Evelyn was completely shocked, barely noticing that she was now sitting her hands until the pain really seeped through her hands and processed into her mind. Mumbling a few choice words, she jumped up from the bed, she waved her hands around as if it would actually help. Raising them up so she could look at them, she noticed that the green play-doh stuff was gone. Glancing to the ground, to her shirt, to the professor, and then finally to the...bed. Oh. There it was. Stuck to the sheets in the shape of her hands. "Great..." she sighed sadly. Now what was going to heal her poor hands...

Just as she was about to step towards the bed and try to pick the green stuff off the sheets, she heard a sickening crunching noise coming from the girl with the broken arm, making her shiver and cover her ears. "That's not normal..." she muttered, turning towards the group and walking over with slight caution, peaking around the Professor to see what was happening. Well, her arm was straight at least...But it didn't sound pain free...

As his eyes opened evvvvvvver so slowly, Jake stared up at the ceiling, feeling... well... feeling nothing. That last thing he had indeed remembered was the plant... slapping him around the face. But he didn't even feel that. Trying to think... and failing, Jake opened his mouth a little so he could say something, but only a groan came out.

Ugh. He felt sick... he was going to be...

"BLEECHHHHHHH!" the boy suddenly exclaimed, feeling the ability to actually MOVE restored to him as he puked over the side of the bed. Tears running down his face as Jake collapsed back into the pillow, shaking and twitching, he had the insane thought that the plant had finally consumed him... and he was dead.

"'ELLLLLPMEEEEEEEEEE," the boy cried, his speech as slurred as usual. "ELPMEGEMMEOUDDAHEREIWANSAGOHOMENOOOOO!" Jake screamed out, thrashing around on the bed, his bellow becoming a loud screech and fit of tantrum... almost. "GEDDIDOFFMEEEHELLLLPP!!!!! OFF OFF OFF!!!!!" Jake cried, sobbing as he did so.

But then, after a few moments of this, Jake calmed right down and stared back at the ceiling, twitching occasionally, his vision fuzzier than it had ever been.

And the strange child was silent.

Bunbury was about to suggest that Cela take a potion or two to knit the bones back together and reduce the pain of all that... but....

Upstead had awoken.

Bunbury whipped her head around, eyes wide at the sound of screaming and retching coming from the corner. Staring down in the direction of Jake's corner bed as if in a daze, Bunz slowly started backing away. She worked her way around Tino and the Slytherin and with one last glance at the corner, Bunbury took off out of the Hospital Wing, shufflerunning as fast as she could in her heels.

His senses being attacked by the stench and taste of vomit, mixed with... a kind of plant taste, the fuzzy brightness of the... wherever he was, the tender feeling all over his body, as though he was bruised everywhere, Jake heard a strange kind of shuffling noise and immediately started up again, feeling helpless and once again feeling as though he was unable to move.

"HELPPPPP! HELP MEEEE! WHATHAPPENEDI'MSCAREDHELLLPPPP!" he cried out, chest heaving with painful sobs. "I... IWANTMYMUUUMMYYYYY!"

He was, of course, talking about his foster mother, and he didn't register at first that his foster mother wasn't here. She was nowhere near him. She was back home, probably at work. But not here.

"Helpmeeepleeease," Jake whimpered, no longer hearing the shuffling noise and just giving up. The drying blood on his face felt soooo painful, as did every other movement.

Jake... Jake was scared.

Evelyn jumped when she heard someone start to yell...or scream! Whichever sounded worse at the moment! making her press her hands to her ears even harder, trying to block out the horrible noise. It suddenly stopped, confusing her for a moment, and she dropped her arms to her sides, looking around to find the source of the yelling. 'Where did that come from?' Evelyn thought, barely noticing the Professor start to move away, and then run from the room...well try to at least. She did glance over and see her wearing heels. Not the best running foot wear. "Hey-" she started to call out to the professor, but was interrupted by the yelling again. Clamping her hands over her ears for the third time, wincing again as she forgot about the blisters and sensitivity, her eyes spotted the curtains in the dark corner. 'It's coming from that one boy that you saw the professor levitating earlier!' the voice yelled in her mind, trying to be heard over the loud noise which suddenly lowered to a whimpering and then stopped again.

Running over to her own bedside and to her bag, she grabbed her wand, which was a little difficult to do, and held it in front of her, pointing it slightly towards the curtains. She didn't really want to...but she started walking slowly over anyways, not looking back to the other two in the room, eyebrows furrowed in concentration and eyes alert with caution as she stopped in front of the white material. Moving it slightly away to the side with her wand, she peaked around to see someone laying on the bed very still. The boy looked even worse up close, making her cringe slightly, but not much to be noticed. "Hey." she whispered, hoping that the older boy would hear her, not really wanting to startle him. 'Jeez, what happened to him?'

In all the times she had visited the hospital wing before, it had neeeever been this traumatic. Cela, in her fuzziness made a mental note not to tell Copernicus how bad it was.

Next thing she knew her arm wasmaking icky cracky noises and it was straight in the air. Aaaall the colour drained from her face and, even as it was settled on the bed next to her, feeling far better than it had before, Cela closed her eyes and just went somewhere else. Somewhere where it didn't hurt.

Of course, that wasn't a lasting thing since Jake Upstead (who Celandine hadn't even known was present) started yelling ferociously.

She turned her head to look at him, being ultra careful not to jolt her straightened-but-not-set arm. Still, it did feel better. But where did professor Bunbury go?

"Jake? Um... " She winced, "Hey Jake? You don't... look so good. I... can't do anything because my arm..." She looked down at her arm and up at the firstie Slytherin who had gone over to the Hufflepuffs side. Whyyyy did it have to be her wand arm that was broken?

She knew charms for a splint, not just like the wooden rod one that Kazimeriz had done earlier, but a proper splint for broken bones. But she couldn't cast it with her arm being the thing that was broken.

And the only thing she could think of for Jake...

"Hey... Evelyn right?" Cela turned her attention to the firstie and smiled wanly. "You could... help him get the blood off, might make him feel better..."

And she was going to close her eyes now.

Tino's nostrils flared unnattractively. His Last Stand had not worked, and the foul woman had magically assaulted Cela anyway! It didn't matter that the arm looked more straight. It was the principle of the thing. You had to follow the rules! If the rules weren't followed, the world would turn to anarchy and hedonism! Chivalry would go out the window! Innocents would suffer by the hundreds!

Much like the boy who had just screamed, vomited, and screamed some more. Tino jerked around, the hairs on his neck rising. What the. . . this place really was h-e-double toothpicks! He whipped back around to Bunbury, who was booking it out the door like a fox on fire. "STOP, evil madwoman!" he shouted, raising his wand. "What did you do to that poor boy!? WILL YOU STOP AT NOTHING?"

Tino shed his cloak. "Take care of the boy," he commanded to the green-handed girl, "Don't eat any cookies. And you, Cela, rest. I'm going after her." His chest puffed slightly. She couldn't get away with this. He couldn't believe he'd been so sidetracked by the robot conspiracy when Professor Bunbury was openly slaughtering students, one by one!

The seventh year bolted out the door, hot on Bun's heels.

Evelyn quickly jumped back slightly from the curtains as if she was caught trying to steal a cookie and turned towards the older girl who spoke, about to apologize before she actual processed what the girl had said. Then something clicked in her mind for a split second. Narrowing her eyes slightly and tilting her head to the side, she stared at her. "You look familiar." she said after a few seconds, before snapping out of it, and turning towards the bloodied boy again.

"Umm, yea, how do i do that?" she spoke quietly, looking around for a piece of cloth or something that she could help the boy clean his face with. She didn't know any charms or spells that would help with it, and suddenly looked towards the girl again, shaking her head. "Is there like...a spell or something i can do? Or should i just get a towel or something..." Glancing around again, slightly nervous, she had no idea what to do. 'Where is the nurse!?'

Celandine wasn't entirely surprised that she'd look familiar to anyone, after all she was kind of... a presence? Yeah, that... here at Hogwarts. She always got involved in class and stuff.

She opened her eyes again and smiled half-heartedly. "I'm Celandine Toussaint."

Evelyn's questions were good and Cela was a little bit doubtful as to the answer. Not because she didn't know, but more because she wasn't sure which Jake would prefer. "I can sort of tell you and show you the charms, but maybe Jake won't like a wand pointed at him right now... so if you can find a basin or something to hold some water, and a cloth, then I can show you... or tell you, or help you... um somehow?" Cela eyed her arm, "How to conjure water and an antiseptic cream." And then Cela noticed that Evelyn's hands had something up with them.

"Maybe I can manage to cast with my right hand? I can try..." It was a matter of if she could focus or not...

Evelyn was all for having the other girl help, but she remembered her arm was still broken, even though it looked pretty much fine at the moment. Sighing, she looked around again and spotted a small bowl on the ground close to a very white bed stand, for what, she had no clue...but it was good enough to keep water in at the moment. Walking over, she bent down to pick it up, but then dropped it, along with her wand, and took a step back.

"Ow." grimacing, she moved her hands up in front her, staring at them. They seemed to have gotten worse in just the little minutes she didn't have the green play-doh stuff on them. There were more blisters and redness than before. 'Weren't they just getting better? And now they're worse?' Evelyn thought, moving her hands behind her back before she turned slowly to Celandine.

"Umm, i can't really do anything...Celandine." Evelyn said shakily, looking over at her, shaking her head slightly from confusion. She opened her mouth to speak again but then closed it, not really knowing what to say. She felt useless...and weak. Couldn't even pick up a small bowl..."Maybe we should just wait for the nurse to come back."

"Eugh." Celandine made a little noise and the expression on her face made it clear she'd have stamped her foot in frustration. "Well, I can probably at least conjure the antiseptic stuff for you, we learned how to do it in class a few years back... I can try it with my right hand, at least that way your hands will feel better?" Cela sighed a bit and looked at the door. "I... did she try to give you cookies too? They make you happy, did you know? There's like, a cheering potion in them. She was my potions professor in my first year... we learned how to boil water... and we talked about our favourite kind of cookie." Celandine gave Evelyn a look that clearly showed her doubt in Melita. Actually, now that she thought about it, she could totally blame Melita for her being behind in potions now.

Mmm. She felt a bit... fuzzy.