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Post by HARRISON POOLE on Jul 16, 2023 23:13:09 GMT -5
Footsteps approached the doors to the Hospital Wing, before they bumped open and a somewhat dejected Harrison stomped in. He looked pretty banged up, covered in mud and wet in a Quidditch uniform with a bag over his shoulder, and held his left arm which had a large bruise on the forearm - where the sleeve had been pulled back. He walked to one of the first beds that was empty and plopped down, but winced as he moved his arm, before he looked about and waited for the healer.
"Stupid Bludger, stupid practice," Harrison muttered to himself, as he looked down at his forearm. "Stupid out of control magic ball."
The Gryffindor had been practicing on the Junior Quidditch team, as he tried to do as often as he could, but this time... well, the Bludger had gone crazy and not stopped when the practice had finished, which had hit the boy pretty hard.
So,here he was.
"Next time that Bludger goes crazy, I'm gonna... do something, just you see, I'll find a way to stop that stupid ball when we're done training."
Harrison didn't really know how, but the sentiment was there. He kept muttered to himself, mainly to ignore the pain in his arm, and swore all kinds of vengeance on the magic iron ball. While he waited, Harrison reached down to the school bag and pulled out his Charms homework; he figured he could try and find a solution to the Bludger problem, and even as he started flicking through the pages, he failed to realize he wasn't alone anymore...
Post by ROXANNE KEARN on Jul 25, 2023 19:17:57 GMT -5
It was a rainy day. One of Roxanne’s favourites. Since the sun was hidden behind the clouds, she’d opened the drapes that day, watching the rain tapping on the large windows as she busied herself cleaning up at the back of the long room. With a few sweeps of her wand, she unmade a used bed, covered it with new sheets, and set aside the old ones to wash later. She then waved it towards a mop, watching for a moment as it dunked itself in the bucket of water and began cleaning the floor. With a nod of approval, she walked down a few beds to check on a patient hidden behind a curtain for their privacy. They had tried to remove a zit from their face with some unfortunate consequences. They were sleeping at that moment, but Roxanne wanted to see how the healing cream was working.
It was then that she heard the door open loudly, and someone came stomping into her ward. She rolled her eyes at the sound. Some angsty teenager it seemed. She finished up her checks, satisfied that the student was healing well so far, and walked out from behind the curtain to see a young Gryffindor sitting on one of the first beds near the door. Another Quidditch accident Roxanne surmised, based on their current uniform and disheveled appearance. She made her way over to them, in no apparent rush seeing as they didn’t seem in grave mortal danger, but they didn’t seem to notice her presence. She cleared her throat loudly, “Excuse me young man, can I help you?” Her tone was sharp, seemingly annoyed at his very presence, although in reality she was ambivalent to his presence.
Noticing his clothes dripping wet and covered in mud, she pulled out her wand and cast a quick, “Scourgify,” to tidy him up. “There, much better.” Now that he wasn’t covered in dirt, she could more clearly see the bruise developing on his left arm. Not bothering to wait for him to answer her original question, she reached for his arm, holding it up to get a better look at the injury. “Let me guess, bludger?” She asked, although she already knew the answer. Such injuries were very common in the hospital wing.
Post by HARRISON POOLE on Aug 30, 2023 5:16:32 GMT -5
Harrison looked up--
"Uh."
--and balked, as he saw the healer. She was like one of those models from the TV magazines or the billboards. Harrison wasn't sure if she was real, even though she obviously was, but he quickly blinked and nodded as she spoke. There was a wave of the wand, along with another spell the boy didn't know, and the mess was gone. That seemed helpful. Scourgify, Harrison would remember that one.
"Yeah, I got hit with one of them during training," the boy said with a frown, as his attention was brought back to the injury. "Thanks for cleaning up the mud."
The book was still resting on Harrison's lap, before he looked down to it and continued to flip through the pages.
"I was trying to find a spell to help end training... but I'm only a firstie, so I don't know about too much magic right now."
His eyes settled on some words.
"Finite Incantatem...?" Harrison muttered, then looked up to the healer. "Is that a good one for stopping magical balls?"
Maybe the healer - who's name Harrison didn't know, he now realized - could point him in the right direction!
"I'm Harrison, by the way - but friends call me Harry! It's good to meet you!"
Funnily, Harrison would probably end up seeing the healer a lot throughout his time at Hogwarts...
Post by ROXANNE KEARN on Sept 6, 2023 23:04:53 GMT -5
Roxanne nodded in response to his thanks, and to his confirmation of her assumption about the bludger attack, focusing her attention more on the injury itself. She moved her fingers up and down the arm, pressing down at a few choice spots in an attempt to get a sense of the extent of his injury. She wasn’t exactly gentle in her ministrations, but she was effective at the very least.
She half heartedly listened as he prattled on about trying to find some spell to slow down incoming bludgers, or something along those lines, nodding along as if she was paying attention. She only raised her eyes from her work when he introduced himself. “Nice to meet you Harrison. My name is Roxanne. But you can call me Madam Kearn.” With that she turned her attention back to his arm.
Once she was satisfied with her observations, she pulled out her wand. “You have a small hairline fracture,” she stated matter-of-factly, pointing her wand at the injury. “Meiz Episkey.” A soft light glowed from the tip. It wouldn’t hurt Harrison, but it would most likely feel warm, like his arm was in a sun patch. She held it there for a few moments, eyes focused on her work. And just like that, it was over. She pocketed her wand, and pressed down on his arm once more, nodding as she went. Then, without a word, she turned away and walked into her office.
Roxanne returned after a few minutes holding a small potion vial. “Here, take this, it’ll help alleviate any pain,” she handed over the vial to Harrison. “Try and avoid bludgers for a few days, or don’t it’s up to you.” While Roxanne would continue to give such advice to students after a visit, she had learned not to expect students to actually follow it. “You’re good to go,” she dismissed him with a wave of her hand, turning away to continue her other work.
She was about five feet away from the bed when she paused, remembering his ramblings earlier on. She turned back to face the Gryffindor student. “And yes, Finite Incantatem would be effective at stopping bludgers, given you can cast a strong enough spell.”
Post by HARRISON POOLE on Sept 17, 2023 1:52:18 GMT -5
Harrison offered a smile through the pain, as Roxanne introduced herself, to be known as Madam Kearn. She seemed too young to be a madam, but Harrison also didn't know much about all that, so he nodded and would use the requested name. The mention of a hairline fracture brought a tsk from the Gryffindor's lips, as he looked down to the arm and made a face, his nose and mouth scrunched up. It didn't sound too bad, it wasn't a break at least, and then Madam Kearn performed a spell.
"Oh, it's warm..."
Harrison said softly, as he was left alone for a few moments without realizing, until Madam Kearn returned with a potion vial in hand. The boy looked up from where he poked the healed spot on his arm and nodded, understanding too late that the mixture was for remaining pain. That explained why his arm was tender. He accepted the potion, uncorked the end, and drank the liquid within.
"Thank you," Harrison said with a smile, as he felt a little more like himself. "I'll try and avoid them, you bet!"
The book was still open on Harrison's lap, as he looked down and read the description, putting it to memory. That was when Madam Kearn mentioned it could be effective, which caused Harrison to nod to himself, before pulling out his wand. He mimicked the wand movement, as he mouthed the words, and practiced a few times. He planned to move on, to leave the pretty Madam to her work, but first wanted to try narrowing down the spell...
"Finite Incantatem..." Harrison said, as he waved the wand tip, and blinked as a flash appeared. Nearby, a passing - and floating - utensil from the hospital wing was struck, to then fall to the ground with a clatter, as the levitation was removed. "Oops!"
Harrison winced out of awkwardness, as he closed the book and hopped off the bed, before he made his way toward the item. He bent down and picked it up, then walked it back to the table near the bed he had been on, as he placed it there gently. There was a smile to Madam Kearn, by way of apology, before the first year gathered his things and scooted out of the hospital wing with red ears and a blush--
"Thanks again, Madam Kearn!"
--and Harrison disappeared around a hallway corner, feeling a little embarrassed, but also thankful for the knowledge.
