Waiting Room for Healer Moretti's Office
 

If Preston wasn't so clumsy he would have ran from the feast to the hospital wing, but instead he had to take his time walking up there. He was excited to finally see Miss More and talk to her. He was even more excited to know that she was their Head of House.

Walking into the waiting room Preston did the normal routine like every other time he had to either see Miss More because he was injured or because he wanted to talk, and took his normal position in his chair near the door as he waited to see Miss More.

Lilyan was just making her way through the hospital to her office herself, when she noted two boys sitting in the waiting area. "Well! This is a pleasant surprise." She grinned at the boys as she stepped up to the door and unlocked it, "You lot are going to keep me busy this term, aren't you?"

With a laugh, she pushed the door open and waved the boys in ahead of her.

It wasn't until Miss More appeared and had began to speak that Preston noticed Alex. Preston gave him a grin before he turned back to Miss More as he stood up. He had wanted to talk to her alone, but he could always come back sometime later. He was just happy to see Miss More in person finally, the summer holidays had been far too long for Preston's liking.

Preston nodded his head a couple of times before he stepped through the doorway into Miss More's office.

Alex noticed Preston walk in and was just about to say hi when the Healer walked in. She seemed nice--she was REALLY pretty too. You know, for a grown up.

Wondering why Preston was here, he stood up and followed the older boy and the nurse into her office.

He was...devastated.

Completely.

Apologies. People gone. It was an awful start of term, the one thing he was glad about was the fact that his pretty Healer was now his Head of House, certainly less scary than Mr. Masterson, no?

He knocked only once, and waited...yes, he knew his affliction couldn't be dealt with regular procedures. That's why he came to the office.

Now having three other boys inside her office, Lily opened the door to see who else was waiting to come inside. "Oh, Treyen." She closed the door behind her so that the other boys couldn't hear, "Is there something wrong? You look very upset."

And obviously he had come to talk to her about it, and her office was full.

"Would you mind taking one of the Healing Rooms? I've got a few other boys in my office now, but we can talk there." Whatever was making him look so sad probably wasn't something he wished for the other boys to hear.

*Walking in Matty pinched his nose while blood kept coming down. Looking around he saw Michael.*
"Ello... ou okay?"
*He could see that he was upset, was he crying? Matty couldn't tell his own eyes were to full of water from his broken nose.*

Satine walked into the waiting room a little bit nervous. She hadn't seen the new healer yet. She wasn't sure how she missed her at the feast, but none the less, she had missed her.

She walked over to the door and sat down on the bench across the way. The area looked pretty packed and she thought about walking off and coming back, but she was afraid someone else might beat her to speaking with the new healer. She sat down and pulled a Muggle magazine out of her purple bag.

As she flipped through the pages, not really reading them or even really focusing on them, she started thinking about why she was so nervous and fidgety. Healers always made her nervous because you never knew what they were going to be like. She thought back to the Healers that she'd had since she started at Hogwarts. They were either crazy, or mean, or too stressed out for words, or just well...just odd.

She took a deep breath and shook her head left and right and then finally focused in on an article about planning a 50th Wedding Anniversary Party as she waited for her turn.

Oh, prettiness.

He...nodded. Yes, everything was wrong. But he couldn't talk just yet. No, not yet.

And she was just so nice. They had the best Head of House ever! One of the Healing Rooms? Another nod, "If that's okay," and another nod, "Which one?" that's all he could muster, and his voice was being so low he hoped she'd heard him.

Lily acknowledged the child, but he could and he would wait his turn. She had no reason to give special preferences to a child who didn't follow rules and then caused drama.

"If you are injured, you're supposed to sign in and wait in the waiting room." Obviously.

And.. another child. Was this really what her whole year was going to be like? She didn't mind the visits, but there was simply too much going on at one time.

"You can come in." She held the door open for the girl to enter.

Poor sweet little Treyen.

Lily offered another smile to him, and nodded to the healing rooms, "Room Three is best for me, you go ahead and I will be there shortly." She wasn't going to keep him waiting either, he looked mighty upset.

She watched as the Healer addressed everyone in the room and then Satine began feeling guilty. She stood up but before she entered the Healer's office, she said with a smile mixed with a guilty look, "Mam, if it would be better I can come back when..." she glanced around, "it's less busy...." she said timidly, which was soooo very not her character, "or I could just leave you a note or something so you can tend to the..." ummm...baby boys....with a smile she continued after her thought... "others."

This child was the one that she actually wanted to talk to. She'd been respectful of the rules and did not cause drama, "No dear, it's fine, please do come inside."

Lily did not mind in the slightest.

Mmmmhmmm.

Treyen nodded. Room Three. You know, he's never been on one of those...but he was glad he wasn't technically injured.

"It's okay," he said, while nodding. And with his sad face left to Room Three. How many were there?

"Will do, sorry."
*He gave Michael a warm smile and got up.*
"Meet me outside alright."

Well, it's time.

Sticking her hands in the pockets of her robe, Chyler Canning made her way towards the Hospital Wing. Truly, it was the only place that held her interest in the castle, even though she's been here for over a month already. Surprisingly enough, her dad taught her so well that she found that during lessons she was quite knowledgeable, so Chyler had decided to keep to herself and only make contact with people while handing in the homework.

And even that sometimes wasn't necessary, so she just kept to herself. As the redhead neared the waiting area, she couldn't help but feel pleased. All her fears about coming here had been squashed - as she had wished, she left people alone and they gave her the same courtesy. Chyler had grown quite fond of this.

Taking a deep breath, she flicked the red fringe away from her eyes and knocked briskly on the door. This morning, she had woken up with a purpose, something that hadn't happened since before Hogwarts. Today, she was going to actually do something productive. Being a Healer was hard, and why waste an opportunity to talk to one? If she was already forced to be here, she might as well.

As she moved to take a seat, her thoughts went out to Sam. If there were people around, the redhead took no notice.

The door opened and Healer Moretti called out from inside her office, "You two can come in now."

Jake was furious, but more upset than anything. He had lost the outer robes and was now using these to wipe his face clean of the blood from his nose which Lafay had fixed.

When he got to the office he knocked loudly on the door, just short of hammering on it, and threw himself down to sit on the bench, using the robes to wipe his SLIGHTLY leaking eyes as well.

Darn sleeved was red as well.

Startled by the loud knocking at her door, Lily stood from her desk and went to open it herself, instead of flicking her wand, and calling whoever it was inside.

"Jake." By the looks of him, something was quite wrong. She waved her arm back into her office, "Come in."

Preston was still extremely shaken from the dream he had the previous night, and it had him near tears just thinking about it. With a photo frame clutched to his chest tightly, he raised his other hand and knocked on the door of the office of the only person he knew to turn to while he was at Hogwarts. He stood there, looking down at his feet waiting for Miss More to answer as tried not to think about his dream about his late mother, he hugged his photo frame of the last photo he had taken with her closer yet to his body as if he was trying to hug his mother for comfort.

Ellie. Was. Panting.

Heaving.

And very, very worried.

"Morettiii," she called through the door with a shaky voice.

KNOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCK.