Moving towards bed 2 Isaac went and sat on the bed careful not to bump his shoulder. Grinning at Amelia "At least ye didn' need te force me te come here huh?" Smirking a little he could just imagine her going and tying him up and dragging him up to the hospital wing because he refused to go and just suck it up. But that morning his shoulder really had felt really bad! And if it weren't fixed he'd not be playing quidditch to easily. And would probably fail tryouts!

Shrugging his left shoulder the one that wasn't injured "I don' know it feels really stiff but it could be somethin' else." It did feel like a bad bruise but who knew! Did bruising cause it to be really stiff?

"Thank Merlin for small mercies. If I had to force you your shoulder would probably be in a worse condition," Amelia admitted. Because she was sure tying him up and dragging him wouldn't have been a good idea with his shoulder so stiff.

She just hoped it would be healed quickly. They had Quidditch tryouts to get through and they wouldn't go well with a bad shoulder. She could tell that from playing with injuries before, and tryouts could be as rough as actual games with everyone trying to desperately prove they were good enough to play.

Stepping over to bed two Cece interrupted the conversation going on there. "So tell me Mr. Muir, just exactly how is it you injured your shoulder?" Yes, she had read the check-in form but she wanted to hear him tell her what happened. She was finding it a bit hard to believe that a Slytherin could be such a... what was the word she was looking for here?

Hufflepuff

Laughing quietly he nodded, "Yeah I don't think it would have helped having to be dragged here. Looking up as the healer came over, he made a face "Well I forced me friend te go through the 9 3/4 platform entrance, 'cause he's terrified of magical doors. So I used my quidditch skills te make him when he was least expecting it." Oh crap, that sounded BAD! "I mean if I hadn' he wouldn' haf gotten te Hogwarts fer his last term!" There, better right? He hoped so.

"Then when the train stopped, I was thrown inte the door of the carriage, inte the same shoulder. I helped get te girls te the carriages thet were both injured from the train and portkeys." Yep by carrying them, one being Amelia. Beaming at her he finally ended his explanation, turning back to the healer "Last night it was hurting a bit more, and well this morning now I can' even move it. 'Tis really stiff."

Cece stood there with her arms crossed as she listened to why Isaac had a sore shoulder. The whole forcing a friend through the platform entrance was not impressing her at all. "Mr. Muir, that is something I would expect from a Hufflepuff younger student, not someone who is in their last year here and about to go out into the real world. I'm sure you could have found a better way to get your friend through that entrance." And then he goes on to tell her how he helped some girls during that horrid train fiasco. At least he knew how to treat the opposite sex.

"You know, if you would have come to me last night you wouldn't be in this pain today." It's not like she wasn't here... all night long.

"I would haf been happy te use a wand ma'am, but we were in muggle London after all." Yep, he would have been happy to tie Ed up. MWAHA! "He jus' wasn' goin' through! We argued, both Nell and I tryin' te get him te go, and when the train was almost ready te go, I did what I had te." Well, it was way over and done...So why was he still arguing his point? Darn it, that'd probably just make things worse. Chewing his tongue he forced himself not to contradict her anymore. That'd be just stupidity if he did that. And she was knd of right. He was in his last term, AND if he wanted to be a good auror, he really needed to think about the actions.

Sighing he nodded "Yes ma'am." He should have come last night, but he was too happy sitting in the chair with Amelia the night before til they fell asleep. BUT he wasn't about to tell the healer that!

Cece listened as the boy tried explaining his actions to her. Yeah, yeah. Muggles, blah , blah, blah. She wasn't meaning that he would have had to use magic on his friend, just not... blunt force. But whatever, there was nothing she could do about his stupidity that now. "Okay, so you got him through and onto the train."

Yet even with a sore shoulder he carried the girls at some point last night. Was this boy even a Slytherin at all? He was acting more and more like a puffer and a lion the more she listened to him. So yeah, time to stop with the chit chat here. "Okay, so where exactly does it hurt?" Standing behind the boy now she put her hands on his shoulders and started feeling around. She was pretty sure he would let her know if she hit a sore spot.

Nodding as she summed it all up in just a few words. He waited for her to decide what to do, whether tell him off for being heroic but in a dumb way? PFFT yeah he didn't figure she thought it was all that heroic, but hey Ed had gotten to the school right? And two girls were brought to the carriages and also arrived safely.

"It hurts like righ' mid cen..." Wincing he he bit back a gasp, as she started feeling around right on the exact spot that it was the worst "...ter." he said breathing out slowly trying to relax without shooting through the ceiling as her fingers found another spot.

Cece continued to feel around Isaac's shoulder. She could tell by the way he was wincing in pain at what she was doing that there was more than just some bruising going on here. "I hate to be the one to tell you this Mr. Muir, but it appears you have dislocated your shoulder." That wasn't the worst of it though. The worst was going to come when she popped it back into place.

Maybe she should give him something for the pain first.

He'd dislocated his shoulder??!!!!!

Amelia winced as the Healer prodded at Isaac, before turning and glaring at him. He was such a boy!

"In what world does a dislocated shoulder not hurt that much? And how you managed to carry me with one I have no idea. You stupid, heroic, Hufflepuff," Amelia exclaimed, throwing her hands into the air in exasperation.

She'd asked him if he was okay the night before, even told him to come to the Hospital Wing but he'd brushed it off as just a bruise. She should have forced him to show her his shoulder last night, instead of believing him when he told her it was a simple bruise!

Wincing again as she continued feeling around the shoulder, when she hit a certain spot he jumped and winced more. CRUD! Merlin that wasn't going to be good... Dylan was going to kill him! His only seeker with a dislocated shoulder? Yep he was a dead man. Swallowing he finally spoke "Thet's easy te fix righ'?" Nope, he already knew the answer before she even told him. Not even magic could fix some things that well!

The part he was dreading was when she put it back in place, he knew what that felt like, he'd seen it happen to his dad enough!

He'd kind of half expected Amelia to go awww, and feel bad for him. But then hadn't expected at all for her to talk as she did. When he saw her glare she knew he was in trouble. Wincing again as the healer poked and prodded again, he was beginning to wonder if she was enjoying making him wince.

"I told ye I was s'posed te be a Hufflepuff!" HEH, there, that's why he was the way he was. "But...'tis good te have some scars as an auror right?"he asked wiggling his eyebrows a little before wincing hard again at the next prod.

Oh my, seems someone was in trouble with the little lady here. Oh well, that's what the boy gets for trying to be all heroic. Cece might have almost felt sorry for him and his impending doom with this girl once they were alone, but then he had to go and say... THAT!

He was supposed to be a HUFFLEPUFF!? Those words coming out of the mouth of a Slytherin did NOT sit well with Cece... at all. "Oh yes, an easy fix." Right as the word fix came out of her mouth she popped his shoulder back in place. She didn't even give him a warning that she was going to do it. Just BAM! Shoulder relocated back where it belonged... pain included.

How was that you Puffer wannabe?

Good, easy fix was just what he "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" he yelled, as she popped his shoulder back into place. THERE'D BEEN NOT EVEN A WARNING! Gasping he stared straight ahead at Amelia with huge eyes. Not gonna cry, nope he could handle it right? His eyes stung but he wasn't going to cry.

Merlin that had hurt! No pain no gain right? PFFT she could have at least warned him, so he'd know when to expect it! Or even like some kind of pain killer??? His hand went up to his shoulder trying to massage it wincing as he did so. Blasted shoulder...and healer who seemed to have an evil twist about her! "Thank ye." he growled low. Well, what did she expect him to do thank her graciously when she'd nearly killed him by popping his shoulder into place without warning?

Amelia's glare only intensified as Isaac made light of the situation. Even attempting to turn her insult, however fond of an insult it might be under other circumstances, into a positive thing. Clearly the boy hadn't heard anything about backing down and acting suitably chastised when your girlfriend was upset with you. She'd have to teach him that later.

For now she let him know how unimpressed she was by his eyebrow waggling with a raised one of her own that clearly stated he was in trouble and should expect a talking too once they were out of here.

Still, as upset as she was with Isaac she couldn't help but flinch when he screamed as his shoulder was pushed back into place. That sounded like it hurt a lot, and if Amelia wasn't unhappy with the daft boy at the moment she would've been over there fussing and glaring at the healer. As it was she figured Isaac bore most of the blame here.

"Don't growl at the healer Isaac. It isn't her fault that you dislocated your shoulder and decided not to tell anyone that you'd hurt it, and then decided to forgo coming to see her about it," Amelia said in a prim tone of voice. One that barely covered up her worry for her boyfriend.

"Really, thank-you for getting his shoulder back into place," Amelia told the healer, her voice much more appreciative than Isaac's had been. One of them had to be nice to the healer lest she decide that she shouldn't be nice to them. Or rather, that she should take a further disliking to Isaac.

Oh please. Must the boy yell like that? He really was acting like a Hufflepuff now. Had he really thought this was going to be a pain free fix, or that she was going to feel sympathy for someone who acted like a puffer, especially when that someone was a Slytherin? Not gonna happen.

Now the girlfriend, or whatever she was... Cece liked this girl.

Looking over at the girl she smiled. Yes, Cecelia Tillstorm smiled... at a student. "You're welcome dear. Maybe next time the boy will listen to you and not be so stubborn and pig headed." She then looked back over at Isaac. That's right, she had just called the boy pig headed. "Don't move, I'll be right back."

After being gone only a couple of minutes, Cece returned with a small vial in one hand and a sling in the other. "Drink this, it will help ease that pain you're having there." Handing over the potion she waited for him to drink it so she could put the sling on him.

That's right, there would be no quidditch for this boy for a couple of weeks. Not until that shoulder was fully healed.

Oops, ok, she was not happy at all with him. HEY he'd helped her! He'd gotten her to the carriages and to help! Sighing he was never going to figure out girls, just never was! How could she be so mad when he'd practically saved her life? Ok, well maybe not saved her life but had helped her when she was hurt right? Shouldn't that mean something???

DON'T GROWL AT HER? BUT SHE WAS EVIL! "It wasn't my fault either..." he muttered to himself. He was sure she was going to yell at him later anyway. That had freakin' hurt!!! He hadn't told anyone because he'd bruised his shoulder before so he hadn't figured he'd done any more then that! He'd even strained it once. Just...never dislocated it.

She was thanking her??? UGH! Ok, well maybe that was a good thing, maybe the healer would be more kind to him if she got a nice thank you. That he wasn't too sure on though. Listening as the healer said 'you're welcome dear' he forced himself not to roll his eyes as she also said he'd not be so stubborn and pigheaded. "Isn' thet the quality of a Slytherin?" he asked, his face mellow refusing to look at either one of them.

Where was he going to go? When she returned he eyed the sling she had in one hand. The potion didn't bother him, and took it drinking it easily, making a face but drinking it all the same. His eyes not leaving the sling he asked "How long do I haf te wear thet?" He prayed it wouldn't be for long! He knew he couldn't play seeker if he had to wear that!

What a big baby. Making faces like that as he drank down the potion. He was just lucky she didn't give him one of the really bad tasting ones.

Oh yes, the sling. "You'll be wearing this a minimum of two weeks." But it could be longer, depending on what stupid stunts he tried pulling while wearing it. Once she had the sling securely fitted on him, Cece turned to the girlfriend. "He'll need to come back in a week so I can check to make sure he hasn't re-injured his shoulder." She then turned back to Isaac. "I suggest you don't skip out on coming back to see me." Unless of course he was willing to give up quidditch this term. Which would not make Cece very happy since the boy did play for her favorite house Slytherin.

Biting back a retort when she said 2 weeks, he was actually relieved, because he'd expected six or more weeks! Breathing a sigh of relief, he winced slightly as she adjusted it. "I'll be back in a week." Yep he'd be there, he wanted to make sure he was in top form for that first game! UGH, seriously the first game was coming considerably fast! And Dylan had already warned him last term and once again this term, he was their seeker.

"And I won't ferget." he added looking her in the eye.

"I hope so," Amelia responded, giving the healer a grateful smile before turning a worried look on Isaac. If he couldn't play seeker she didn't know what the team would do. He was the only one that was even really willing to play the position. Dylan had been excellent last year but they all knew that their captain didn't want to be the seeker if he could help it.

The worried look quickly turned to one of irritation when Isaac begun muttering under his breath. And to think that she'd been thinking that she wouldn't yell at him later for his stupidity, thinking that the warning that he wouldn't be able to play Quidditch if he hurt it more would be enough of a punishment without her chastising him on top of it. Unfortunately for him his current behaviour was making her more inclined to chastise him then she had been before.

Shaking her head and giving a long suffering sigh she looked back at the healer. "I'll make sure he comes back on time if he forgets," she assured the healer. Really, she didn't understand why Isaac had taken such an instant dislike towards the woman. She clearly had good sense and she was being kind as could be expected when Isaac was being so difficult.

"Is there anything that needs to be done in the interim?" she asked, wanting to make sure that there was nothing else. After all, just because she was irritated at Isaac at the moment that didn't mean she wouldn't make it her mission to make sure he was well cared for. She'd just scare some sense into him first though.

"Just be sure you make it back here. I'd hate to have to tell Professor Vindictus and your captain that you won't be able to play." She would do it too. Even if he did play for Slytherin.

Turning to Amelia, Cece smiled. "Just make sure he doesn't go doing anything stupid that could re-injure his shoulder." And if he did then the girl had the healers permission to thump the boy in the head for not following directions.

"I'll see you back here in one week Mr. Muir. You're free to go now."

Looking horrified at the mention of telling Vindictus and Dylan he couldn't play he nodded quickly moving off the bed and to his feet. "I promise I'll be here." Yep he'd do anything to make sure that he could continue to play quidditch!

Something stupid? Well at least seeker didn't usually put you through the hoops when trying to block a shot!

Muahaha. Ed threw Isaac a smirk at the healer's words. He stood when she said he could too. Well, he had to be sure Isaac didn't bolt. He glared at his best friend until he stood up. Once he was up and walking towards the bed area, Ed followed him and put his hands into his pockets. He wouldn't run now the healer had told him where to go because she'd probably hunt him down, being that she adored Slytherins, from what he'd heard.

He'd shook his head when the healer sent them back to bed two after making sure to note he just couldn't stay away. It wasn't exactly his fault! First time was due to injury on the train then the last 2 were both quidditch injuries during the games!

Patting the bed he was assigned to he patted it and shook his head "I'm back." he muttered before taking a seat on it.

Cece followed the boys back to the healing area not saying a word... yet.

Once Isaac looked comfy on the bed she started. "So tell me Mr. Muir, just how many times do you expect me to heal that shoulder of yours?" If he injured it much more he wouldn't be using it again... ever.