Despite there being plenty of seats she could occupy her butt with, Lex opted to pace the floor, being careful not to bump into her bestie as she did. Waiting til the end of the week was meant to give the grey hair time to leave not take up half her head of hair and leave her looking rather questionnable. There was nothing she wanted more than to charm them blonde AGAIN and tell them to stay but if that didn't work the first million times it wouldn't work now, so it was time to get professional help with charming this stuff back to normal.

The pacing was made difficult after some time because of her knees but she refused to give into them and stop. This just wouldn't do. Who's bright idea of a funny jinx was this?

Finite didn't remove it and no magical detectors were picking it up, whatever it was. These students were getting better at pranking people, she'd give them that much and nothing else because she did NOT appreciate being the subject of these pranks. Lex bit the head off what might have been her third chocolate frog as she went on force!pacing.

Where WAS the Healer? Didn't she know she was dying???--Okay... okay no she wasn't dying but MERLIN.

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Despite there being plenty of seats she could occupy her butt with, Lex opted to pace the floor, being careful not to bump into her bestie as she did. Waiting til the end of the week was meant to give the grey hair time to leave not take up half her head of hair and leave her looking rather questionnable. There was nothing she wanted more than to charm them blonde AGAIN and tell them to stay but if that didn't work the first million times it wouldn't work now, so it was time to get professional help with charming this stuff back to normal.

The pacing was made difficult after some time because of her knees but she refused to give into them and stop. This just wouldn't do. Who's bright idea of a funny jinx was this?

Finite didn't remove it and no magical detectors were picking it up, whatever it was. These students were getting better at pranking people, she'd give them that much and nothing else because she did NOT appreciate being the subject of these pranks. Lex bit the head off what might have been her third chocolate frog as she went on force!pacing.

Where WAS the Healer? Didn't she know she was dying???--Okay... okay no she wasn't dying but MERLIN.

There was one person with sufficient patience to actually take a seat, and that was clearly not Lex. So, Lottie decided to wait for the Healer while sitting down. This could take a while. In the meantime, she'll occupy herself watching more and more gray hairs appearing on her bestie's head.

Kidding, of course, there were no new gray hairs, and there weren't too many to begin with. The sole reason she told Lex to come here was because of the joints stuff? Gray hairs were of no concern, but the other was actually important. You know, Quidditch-wise.

Not to mention it would make it impossible for Lex to climb trees with Lottie in the long run, so, yeah.

Her eyes followed the pacing Prefect and then she sighed, "You can have a little bit of patience, though, you're first on the Healer's list." There was no one else here.

Ana sighed as she found a seat in the waiting room, gently lowering herself down and clutching at her ribs. It was so painful, much more than she remembered from last time she'd broken them. But then that time she hadn't walked up flights of stairs, her brother had gotten the Healer to come to her. She'd also passed out at some point which had probably helped on the pain-o-meter.

Hopefully it wouldn't be too long before she was seen to.

Looking over the sign in sheet Cece almost rolled her eyes when she seen the entry of one Gryffindor prefect. Really? Another student with gray hair. What in the name of magic was going on around this place?

Looking out towards the waiting room she spotted Cambridge pacing around like a fool. Was she trying to wear a hole in the floor or what? "Prefect Cambridge. Please follow me."

Without waiting for the girl to respond, Cece turned and headed off towards bed 2.

Suspected broken ribs? Bumper cars? And more with the damn gray hair? Just what the hell was going on around this school?

Looking out towards the waiting room, Cece called on the girl. "Anastasia. Can you walk back or do you need me to levitate you to a bed?" And why was the girl here alone? Did no one think she might need help if she really did have broken ribs?

Questions. There were so many questions that needed to be answered right now.

OOC: Bed 3 is where they will be going.

"I can walk," Ana assured her HoH through slightly gritted teeth. She'd managed to walk here from the Muggle Studies classroom, with some assistance from Hadley who'd unfortunately had other business to attend to after getting Ana to the ward, so she could certainly walk to a bed now.

Pushing herself to her feet Ana made a slow beeline to the Healer. Hopefully she'd be right as rain in a few minutes and able to walk at her normal speed again.

Bart had shuffled his frog slippered feet to the hospital wing with Professor History Man. Was this maybe a good time to tell him he had never made it here before when the man had told him to see the healer. Probably not so he had just stayed quiet the entire time. Once he had struggled to sign in, because of course the shoulder was his writing arm, he turned and shuffled over to a seat.

"Thank you for coming with me professor. I don't think ol.. I mean the ancient rune professor would have cared to come. He was probably glad I left early again." The man didn't like Bart he knew that much which was fine, he didn't care if adults liked him or not. It wasn't any concern of his, but he did have a question. "Why did you have a lesson with him, I mean your lesson was so cool and his lessons are just boring." He called them how he saw them.

Braith had walked silently down the corridor and couple flights of stairs towards the Hospital Wing, keeping a careful eye on Bart. He probably didn't need a whole lot of assistance but it did make the an feel better to escort him there and make sure he was tended to, especially as he was fairly certain he hadn't taken his advice earlier. Perhaps he would say something to Healer Tillstorm regarding his other symptoms now.

He could have signed Bart in for him but as the boy saw fit to do it himself he simply took a seat in the waiting area and waited for the boy to sit down. He gave him a small smile then raised a curious eyebrow. "Oh, it's no problem, Bart." Sure, he could be a little less formal outside the classroom. Chuckling a bit, he added, "Oh I'm sure that's not the case. He does enjoy his students." Even the ones that were a bit more challenging. That man was certainly cut out for teaching.

"Well, to be honest, Bart, I very much enjoy runes.. especially breaking wards. It's like a puzzle in a way, but I guess it's all in how you look at it." Really, the approach was often what made the difference. "You thought my lesson was cool?" He allowed the hint of a crooked grin to appear. That was his intention after all, to make history interesting for kids. He wished he could have gotten into it a little more this time, but he definitely would next time.

"He does not." Yes it came out rather fast and he didn't think about how it sounded, but Bart knew for a fact the old man did not like him. "He might like some, but he doesn't like me I know this." He always knew when adults didn't like him. Believe him he had a lot that he knew. Especially at his old school. Thought lately he wasn't sure if he really had many, he hadn't moved much to cause any to dislike him. "I questioned him in his last class about the way he was teaching and he told me I could leave. So I did." Huff see didn't like him.

"I just don't know how you can enjoy something so boring and confusing." He didn't like the class and no one would show him otherwise as far as he was concerned. His brown eyes jumped up through the wrinkles, "Of course I did. Flames? Witch trials? Who wouldn't. It was awesome, plus the snacks at the end fantastic." Yep the man was in his cool list, did he know?

Speaking of people on his different list he had never met the healer before, "Have you met this healer? What will she do?" Not that he hadn't broke bones before, but each healer was different so he wasn't too sure.

Braith tilted his head and gave Bart a questioning, sidelong glance. "What makes you say that?" he began. Surely something happened to make him feel that way. It wasn't as if he didn't believe that Bart truly felt that way, though he also knew how Botros felt about his students and teaching in general. Listening further, he thought he understood more what Bart meant. "Alright.. well, was it the questioning or the manner in which it was done? Sometimes if there is an issue it's best to speak to a teacher privately." Of course he didn't know how Bart acted in class but he couldn't see Botros asking him to leave without good reason. "Teachers just expect certain rules of conduct to be followed while they're in class." Certainly he remembered the young lady who had an outburst in his own class. She had been given the same option but it didn't mean Braith disliked her. And he doubted Ab had that opinion of Mr. Maroon.

Braith couldn't help but to chuckle. "You know, Professor Botros was my teacher once, a while ago. But Runes, just like anything else, is all in how you look at it. Find some way to make it interesting." He nodded, keeping the grin on his face, as Bart mentioned his class. Exactly his point. "I'm glad you thought so. Some people think history is boring. I really try to find a way to make it interesting for students." And some he was sure thought so, while he knew others didn't like his approach. Or he probably wouldn't have had a student leave.

"I've met Healer Tillstorm but I don't know her well," he admitted. He hadn't gotten to know much of the staff having been as busy as he was but that all seemed like good people and knowledgeable. "I'm not a Healer myself so I don't really know, but healing spells and potions really work wonders." He was lucky to be a wizard, really. "I'm sure she can fix you up, no problem."

"Alright. Follow me." Cece then tirned to head back to bed 3.



Healer Tillstorm looked around the waiting room but didn't see any students there. All she seen was Professor McCormack with some little old man she had never seen before. "Professor McCormack," she greeted as she walked over to him. "Did you lose Bart on your way here?" Because clearly this old guy sitting there was not the Bart Maroon she knew to be a young Gryffindor.

And there was the lovely Cecelia now. Braith gave the woman a warm smile as she walked over to them, most likely intending to see Bart now. Or at least ask him some questions. "Good day, Healer Tillstorm," he gave her a nod as she greeted them. Then he gave her something of a confused look at her question before he glanced at Bart then at the woman in front of him again.

"No.. I didn't lose him," he began slowly, though he knew what she was getting at. He had urged the boy to see the Healer before now because of the aging symptoms. Nothing like two birds with one stone now though, right? "This is Bart right here." He tilted his head towards Mr. Maroon in a sort of gesturing motion. "He's here for a hurt arm after a fall in class, but he has some other things going on as well that you can see." That would account for the confusion, he guessed. And hopefully she had a clue about how to treat him because after his observations in class, he wasn't the only one in this state.

Bart was about to answer all his questions and tell him how Botros really didn't like him, but honestly what was the point. Adults most of the time just didn't and he was so use to it. "Well the subject is just confusing to me." That was about all he got out when a blonde woman came up to them. This must be the healer, he thought she looked a bit familiar, but he really tried to stay away from healers all together.

He looked at the healer with a very confused look. Lose Bart? Bart was sitting right there how did she not see him? Did she need glasses? Oh this wasn't good, if she couldn't even see him sitting here maybe she couldn't see his injuries and couldn't heal him. This was a bad idea!

Then History man started to talk. See he was right here! He gave a wave like HELLO! "I'm right here ma'am" Then he gave a look to McCormack, "Just the arm.. I have nothing else, just the arm." He looked down him, what else was there to see?

Seriously?

This old looking person sitting here was supposed to be a young student? What the heck was going on around here? Another victim of an aging potion? And how was it possible that the boy didn't SEE that he looked like an adult instead of a kid?

"Just the arm you say? Nothing else is going on?" Maybe he wasn't a victim after all. Maybe he had given himself an aging potion which would explain why he didn't think anything odd of the way he looked. Or better yet, maybe he was the one giving the potion to the others she had seen lately. Now she had questions for this boy. Questions that did not pertain to his sore arm.

"Follow me back to the healing area." And the professor... "You can come back too if you want." Maybe he would be able to answer some questions about this aging thing.

Benny hobbled into the hospital wing just a touch ahead of the group he was leading. He had moved as fast as his fragile, aged body had let him in hopes of not needing the aid of either healer himself when he got to the end. No need in making it three patients. Yet still the way had been long...sooooooo long up from the lake to the castle and from the castle up to the third floor.

"Here...here...we are." he mused breathing heavily. He then nearly collapsed into a nearby seat more than willing to let the adult from the ministry to take control of the situation. The second year had done his duty in being a guide. And toad carrier, the Gryffindor absently checking on Gus in his pocket.

Adi followed Benny and the Healer, gingerly taking steps on his freshly fixed leg. Quite honestly, he was afraid of putting his full weight on it. What if something went horribly wrong again? He knew it had to be something with the weird aging. It had weakened his bones. Uh huh. He was sure of that.

Adi collapsed on the seat next to Benny. Now where was the Healer?

Brad stood there with the two boys, waiting for the Hogwarts healer to come see to them. The boy's leg looked all right, but it was best just to wait and get things checked out. Not to mention samples and observation and all that he needed to do to get things under control here. They really needed to figure this aging thing out. Maybe he should just go back and find the healer himself...

"Let's just go back. Come on." They weren't going to get in trouble with him there. He'd make sure of that.