DADA Homework

The name of my rp charactor is paul

Miss Melita heard the door to the hospital wing open and abandoned her cookbook to investigate. She saw a most unfortunately looking first year standing in the waiting room with bloody arms, one of which looked to be broken. "Oh my POOR, poor, dear," she tutted in a high pitched voice and rushed over to him. "Please come this way."

Laura walked into the Waiting Room of the Hospital Wing, pale faced, and clutching her left arm with her right hand. Stupid Cornish Pixies. GRRR. Why, oh why, did they have to throw a light at her, for Gawds sake? It had only smashed, and cut her arm, and she'd got them back for that. They'd better still be lying on the floor, otherwise Laura would go back and see to them again. Stupid Creatures.

Scoffing, Blake wandered into the waiting room of the Hospital Wing. Whyy oh whyyy did he scream like that! Now his voice was goone, gooone somewhere and would never ever return .sniff.sniff.cough.sniff.cough.cough

Dropping down on the bench with a rather painful expression, Blake scrunched up his feet, hugging his knees. Where was Miss Melita Madam? He NEEDED her and her sweet COOKIES!

BOOM! The waiting room door nearly exploded off it's hinges as Helios came bursting through. "Kitchen corridor! Girl passed out! Came...as fast I could.." He called out to whoever would listen

The boy was winded after coming all this way without putting anyone else in the hospital. Hermes would be proud with his speed.

Deep breaths brought his brain back to life, his body still running on adrenaline. After helping himself to some supplies, sandled feet rushed him back out the door he left hanging open. "Meetyouthere!"

Here we go again!

Sophie tutted. "Oh dear! You should go right on back into the ward and take a bed. There should be cookies on the bedside table. Much on them while you wait," she smiled kindly and pat the child on the back before moving onto the next patient.
"Now, what seems to be the problem...?" Sophie began, but before she could finish, someone burst into her waiting room. "Oh my." She reached into her pocket and handed the boy 3 cookies before moving to the next boy.
Oh dear, he was off before she had a chance to ask what happened. "I'll be right back!" she called in a sing song voice before taking off after the loud, quick, child.

Wincing as she was patted on the back, Laura smiled back at Miss Melita and made her way towards the ward. Those cookies better be good, otherwise Laura was tying a bit of cotton around her still-bleeding wound and leaving here. Uh huh.

Evelyn walked nervously into the room, trying not to touch anything with her extremely red and blistered hands, wincing when her right hand accidentally made contact with her book bag. The cooling charm she placed on her them was beginning to wear off and the burning was beginning to appear again making her eyes tear. She saw a bench open and didn't notice Miss Melita right away, so she walked over and sat down, hands laying on her knees facing up. 'You should have hurt the boy instead of yourself. You know you wanted to.' the voice appeared in her mind again. 'Shut up. No i didn't.' she growled back in her mind, trying to block it out. 'Maybe she can give me something to get rid of you too huh? Would make my life so much easier!'

Clutching onto his stomach, which had been achingterribly since he'd had the sugar in the chocolate cake (even though he had the non-sugar one, a bite of sugar-overloaded cake had done the trick). "Mediiiiiiiiic!" he groaned, staggering into the waiting room and letting himself fall on to the floor, crawling out of the way as he sniffled. UGH! Anything to get rid of this pain. Jake would rather be knocked unconcsious. Like all pain, it seemed to be the worst he'd ever been in. "Owwwhowhowhowhowww..." he whined, curling into a ball in an out-of-the-way space, placing a hand on his bare stomach under his shirt.

Melita skipped into the Hospital Wing, completely surprised to see folks in the waiting room and forgetting she had others waiting for her in the ward. She was too distracted by everything else that had been going on like her little emergency and baking cookies and AUDITIONS!

"Oh my, more injured and ill students? I think I should prescribe cookies for each meal," she commented brightly as she moved to the first student.

"Oh my, tell me what happened dear and we'll see if we can make it right, though it seems all you need is a counter curse..." Melita tutted and then held up a finger as she turned to the next student for a brief moment so she could levitate him off the floor and into a bed in the ward. "Alright, now where were we?"

Evelyn looked up when she heard someone speak and saw someone standing in front of her. 'Counter curse? I cursed myself?' she thought, confused, and almost burst out laughing if it wasn't for her throbbing red hands. "Umm, well in class, there was a bit of...conflict amongst the students and well, i got really angry at someone." she paused, trying to see if she could close her hands into fists yet, but no success. "And when i looked down at my hands...they burned the desk, and ended up like this." she showed the healer her hands, a tear making its way down her cheek. 'Just make it go away! HURTS!' Evelyn yelled in her mind.

Tino followed Daphne, who was floating a broken Celandine on an Indian carpet, who was being trailed by Rafe and Professor Kazimeriz (who was entirely too slow to climb castle stairs in a medical emergency, in Tino's opinion). It was like they were all doing the snail-conga, only Tino was being very careful not to brush his hands into Daphne's waist. That would be instant death. Tino knew that Kazi was watching them closely in case she should fall, but he had obviously been worried over nothing, because they had only bumped her head into the wall twice.

Wand still out, Tino was focusing intently on steering the carpet into the waiting room. Tiny beads of perspiration collected on his brow. He hadn't concentrated this hard since the boggart in DADA, which had appeared as an evil clown with long fingernails and was coming to poke his eyes out. Somehow pure terror just seemed to grab his attention.

"We did it!," Tino whispered triumphantly into Daphne's ear from behind her shoulder. "And look! She's not even bleeding." He glanced sidelong at Cela's face, which was now beginning to resemble an apparition. "She's the opposite of bleeding, even."

Daphne was doing her best to steer and keep Celandine alive despite having Tino invade her personal bubble. His breathing so close to her person was completely setting her off, and she sent him a glare over her shoulder just as they stepped into the waiting room of the Hospital wing.

"Thank you for your fantastic observation, Tino," murmured Daphne in a deadly whisper. Tino. Tino. He meant well. She told herself this repeatedly and counted to ten.

He was in her bubble but it was going to be okay. It was going to be okay. It was--HE WAS BREATHING ON HER EAR. Biting her lip, she stomped behind her.

Because she lost count.

Celandine couldn't see Rafe over Daph and Tino.

Come to think of it, even seeing Daph and Tino wasn't all that easy. Kind of blurry actually.

"Down now?"

And they entered the hospital wing, Theo still cradling Fia. She leaned her head up to push the door open, helping him as much as she could.

YAY! They were in the same boat. They both liked each other a whole whole bunch. Darn her for having a hurt ankle but she liked being carried by her Slytherin boy, Theo.

"If you are tired you can set me down over there. I'm sure Melita will be around here in just a moment. She has others that have walked in before us." She was good at waiting her turn.

Her ankle accident which was stupid!

Theo struggled pushing the door open. She wasn't heavy. More awkward when it came to opening doors. He turned around, and pushed it open with his back. "Here you go," he smiled. "But I don't want to let you go."

"I can cope til then. Unless you want to sit on my lap until she comes. So you aren't putting any weight on your ankle."

Ohhhhh! "I like that. I don't want to put any pressure on my foot at all! Good idea." Yeah! It was a good idea alright and one that she would NOT push away when it came to sitting in his lap. "Thank you so very much Theo. You are just the best! I owe you one. Promise."

"Oh dear," Melita tutted and took out her wand. She did a quick anti-burn spell, but it was going to take a poultice to get this one cured. "I'll be right back...."

She went back to the cupboard, took out a smooth sugar cookie and stuck it in a mortar. She ground it to fine powder with the pestle. Melita stuck that into a bright green substance of play-doh consistency and started kneading it in. Once it was all in there she continued to knead the mixture in her hands as she walked back over to the girl. "This will soothe your hands and they'll be good as new tomorrow. Unfortunately, you'll have to stay overnight, so go on back and make yourself comfortable in the ward. There are a couple other students back there to keep you company, but please keep your voices down."



...and then there was a crowd in her waiting room. But Sophie knew exactly which one was the patient and made a beeline for her. "Oh my poor poor dear! What happened? What's wrong?" Sophie asked, looking from patient, to friend, to friend, to friend, and back to patient again.

Wait.

Was she talking to Cela or to Fia?

And she hadn't noticed that Cela had been hurt by Borr?

Celandine blinked a few times and sort of zoned out right when she managed to carefully choose the words that explained her injury without saying anything bad about Borr. "My arm is broken, Healer Melita."

In two places even. Thinking about it made Cel swoon a bit and so she went quiet.

"Oh," Melita said, blinking. The girl looked familiar, but she couldn't place her at the moment. A girl had hurt her arm in Berty's class, but this couldn't be the same one. "Well, those are quite easy to mend. I've got lots of experience with hips."

Sophie giggled, remembering all those dear dear old witches and wizards who were always falling down and breaking their hips. So fragile! "Well, come on into the ward and we'll get you fixed up in no time," she said, reachign into her pocket and then holding out a cookie.

Carefully, Daphne lifted her foot off Tino's own and lowered her wand in turn, lowering Celandine. Gently, she glided her down on to the floor. Soon, Healer Melita had joined them. "That's, yeah, pretty much it," added the blond pointlessly. "She broke her arm. I'd rather appreciate if you could, give her something for the pain at least?"

First? Right now? Now?

"I did give her something for the pain, young lady," Sophie chided and reached into her pocket again and held a cookie out to her. "You take this to Lord Borr and tell him you were rude to me. Now shoo!"

When? When? Healer Melita was not only delusional she was--she was delusional, clearly and imagined things; things like Professor Borr being a nice man and hug-worthy; things like giving things to students when she didn't.

Taking the cookie wordlessly from the woman, Daphne resisted temptation. Maybe, she too could be delusional. Maybe, in a fit of delusion, Daphne could throw the cookie on the floor. Maybe, Daphne could step on the cookie while she was at it and tell Healer Melita to go force feed Borr herself.

Then roast him like a suckling pig and feed the starving children in Nigeria.

And--shoo? Shoo? Daphne was not a crup!

"I'll take the cookie to him," she agreed to the first part but not to the second part. Never to the second part. Never. "See you, Celly."

And then, she stomped out of the hospital wing.

"Into the ward?" Celandine caught that much and blinked at Daphne as she left. "Oh. No thank you." She said to the offer of cookie, "I don't think I can eat anything, I feel like I might be sick."

It was just lucky that Professor Kazimeriz had given Cela something for the pain already.