Evie Swarn
Gryffindor
Sixth Year, Part-time barmaid in Knockturn Alley[M:0:]
“The final mystery is oneself.”
Posts: 94
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Post by Evie Swarn on Dec 20, 2008 1:59:27 GMT -5
Evie entered, her face half cringed from the pain she was feeling. She shouldn't of left it for so long, but she hadn't realized how much damage was done until she left the Quidditch Pitch. The bruises that came to life on the right side of her body, seemed to burn. Her head, felt like someone had tried to see if it could fit through a keyhole. Evie had tried to see if she could repair herself, it didn't work. She just could not imagine her skin the way it was before, before it had bloomed a nice purple and blue.
Walking towards a vacant bed, Evie sat on it. Signing in relief, before pulling up the right side of her white shirt. Examining the bruiser's upon her medium tanned skin. They were still forming and as she poked them, a pained expression made its way across her face. Letting her know that they still hurt.
Evie hadn't be able to check out what the side of her head looked like, but she could feel the blood still trickling down. The temporary bandage Alex had made, was probably socked through with blood. Evie frowned. Then giggled, a smile gracing her lips. It had been fun, but now she needed a healer.
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Ronit Virani
Gryffindor
Sixth Year, Gryffindor Prefect, Captain and Keeper[M:0:]
Posts: 2,474
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Post by Ronit Virani on Dec 24, 2008 6:21:20 GMT -5
Ronit did not think he was badly injured. It was just a small wound on his hand which he could himself tie bandage on very well. But it was only Krutika's threat, that she would write to his mother telling her how he did not look after himself that has made him come this way. He knew the way she would write, it would give impression as though he had been through and was ignoring a near fatal accident. Funny thing, this thread was by a girl who got no time in getting injured, and took twice as much time with her tantrums to be convinced to let someone look after the injuries.
He sighed and walked inside the hospital wing and looked around for the healer. However, another girl there caught his attention. She was so injured he forgot about the cut on his hand and walked towards her. "Hey what happened to you?" he asked, recognizing her as another Gryffindor.
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Post by Sarah Milton on Dec 24, 2008 8:18:54 GMT -5
Sarah walked into the wing and looked around tuala wasn't there go figure she thought she say to people one girl sitting on a bed and a boy Sarah walked towards them, she relised that she knew the boy "hi ronit, I'm Sarah a friend of drop's" Sarah saidsmiling, sarah looked at the girl blood slowly dripped from the bandage that wrapped around her head and she could smell the blood suficing in the brusises,she gripped the bar at the end of the bed"ouch" sarah said, she looked away back at ronit "umm have either of you seen tualamy age long dark brown hair" she start to discrib tuala "broken arm" she added in a annoyed voice
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Evie Swarn
Gryffindor
Sixth Year, Part-time barmaid in Knockturn Alley[M:0:]
“The final mystery is oneself.”
Posts: 94
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Post by Evie Swarn on Dec 25, 2008 4:20:55 GMT -5
Forgetting about the bruises on her body, Evie let the shirt drop back down. Turning her head up towards the boy instead. Evie grinned at him, a cheeky expression making it's way onto her face. "My broom decided it didn't want me on it and disappeared. I fell and then landed." Evie replied, she was going to continue until she noticed his hand.
"What happened to you?" Evie asked, concerned at once. Glancing around, wondering where all the healer's were hiding. Her eyes went to the girl, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. Wondering what was wrong with her. Then back at the guy, peering at his hand. Wondering what he did to it.
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Post by Healer Corran Hart on Dec 25, 2008 21:30:32 GMT -5
"I think that that's a question I need to be present for the answer to," Corran said as he came out of his office, a bag of potions and ointments held in his off hand. He stopped by Evie's bed, setting down the bag on the small table at the head of the bed. "What seems to be the problem? Did I hear correctly that your broom... vanished?"
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Evie Swarn
Gryffindor
Sixth Year, Part-time barmaid in Knockturn Alley[M:0:]
“The final mystery is oneself.”
Posts: 94
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Post by Evie Swarn on Dec 26, 2008 8:06:31 GMT -5
Evie nodded, "Yep, I closed my eyes and then I found myself falling." Evie smiled, that had been the fun bit. The landing had been the problem. Then again maybe if she hadn't closed her eyes. After all, her first time on a broom, maybe she should of paid more attention. Evie glanced at his bag. Instantly reminding her of the pain throbbing in her head, and right side. Mentally preparing herself for the smell that would hit her nose.
"The right side of my body and my head took the impact." Evie answered, lifting up her shirt to show the dark blue and purple bruisers that were littered over the right side of her lithe frame.
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Post by Healer Corran Hart on Dec 27, 2008 0:44:38 GMT -5
Corran winced sympathetically. "That looks painful, but nothing that can't be handled." He pulled out his wand, but kept probing her injuries gently with his other hand. "How high up would you say you were when you fell?" he asked as he continued searching for bones that needed mending.
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Evie Swarn
Gryffindor
Sixth Year, Part-time barmaid in Knockturn Alley[M:0:]
“The final mystery is oneself.”
Posts: 94
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Post by Evie Swarn on Dec 28, 2008 1:30:03 GMT -5
Evie twitched every time he touched her bruisers. Biting the inside of her gum to keep herself from giggling. While it was painful, it did tickle.
"U-hum, I really don't know." Evie responded, trying to think of how far she had flown. It was high, but she didn't know how high. "...Maybe..nope, I have no clue. But I know that I didn't brake any bones." Evie said, proud of that fact. She may have hurt herself on her first day, but at least she wouldn't have to stay the night in the hospital wing. All Evie wanted him to do was get rid of the pain the injuries were causing. Since she couldn't.
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