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 Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 9:33 am
Being carried to the Hospital wing was quite embarrassing. For one thing, Ascella had been carried around the school once before, and that was embarrassing, however, this was even worse, because she had a possibly broken foot.
Her face was bright red as Kathos carried her in. Her pajama's were a mess, and her hand was scraped up fro her fall. Though, even with the cold handkerchief around her throbbing foot, she could only think about how strange it must have been to see a seventh year girl, who had prior health concerns, get carried to the hospital wing by a rather handsome Russian snake.
"Thank you so much Kathos. I feel so dumb. You'd think that after all the stuff I've been through, I'd be more careful." Whispering to the Russian slytherin, Ascella was still blushing. It was rather odd to be carried by someone yet again.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 9:38 am
Kathos shook his head as he put Cella down on one of the clean made simple beds in the hospital wing, "You're not dumb Cella. Things happen in which at times is unavoidable.", looking about for the patron of the wing.
He had felt a bit odd carrying someone throughout Hogwarts halls, even more when some people had stared (or not) at them as they passed by, it's like they never saw anyone carry a friend to be treated he mentally hissed in his mind.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 9:53 am
Coming out of her officas soon as sher herd the door open, Madam Hopkins rushed over to the girl on the hospital bed. Her wand at the ready, she gently pushed the tall boy out of the way.
"Well Hello Dearies. What happened here. OH dear. Looks like a broken foot. I'll have that fixed in a jiffy." With a smile, Madam Hopkins removed the makeshift bandage from her foot, and examined the blond beauties injury.
With a wave of her wand, there was a crack, and the bone went back into place, good as new. Well almost. Madam Hopkins reached to the table beside her, and heated up a wet rag with her wand. Wiping her foot clean, Madam Hopkins examined the few other injuries the girl had. She had seen this blond girl several times. A few broken bones, a few unconcious spells, and she thought that a few years this same girl had taken a tumble down the stairs.
Arabella............Astania.....Ascella! Thats her name.
"Well now Ascella dear, you should be right as rain. However, you might be a little sore, but you should be fine by tomorrow."
Seeing that her job was done, Leila took a hint. With a wink to the tall handsome Russian boy, Madam Hopkins headed back into her office.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 9:59 am
Kathos watched as the elderly witch preformed her duties, noting down the flicking and whisk of her wand as well for future reference if necessary.
"Madam, would it be possible for as well for some bruising salve as well.", before the witch left them and retreating back into her humble office.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 10:01 am
Being set down, Ascella smiled at Kathos, her face still slightly red, though, it looked good on her. The pale complexion of her skin was slightly worn out, but looked even whiter against her light hair, and dark pajama's.
"Well, I'm rather accident prone. And I guess your right about me not being dumb. I'm just blond." With a small, gently smile, Ascella watched Madam Hopkins enter the room.
As Madam H. fixed her foot, the crack that was emitted from her foot made her wince. It hurt for a split moment, but it wasn't as bad as it could have been.
Ascella knew that in four days she would be severely bruised, but alas, she would suck it up. Luckily it was her foot and her knee, both things easily hid. If it was on her face, she would have a rather huge problem.
In a flash, Madam Hopkins was gone, talking about how she would be sore, but fine. Then she noticed the wink.
Rolling her eyes, Ascella turned her attention back to Kathos. "Thanks again."
I keep saying thanks. Just shut up already.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 10:09 am
After hearing the boys question, Madam Hopkins went into her office. Always keeping small, disposable contaners of Salve, she grabbed one from her office and returned to the two seventh year students.
"Here you are. Your free to go. That should last you a little while." With a calm, gentle, motherly smile, Madam Hopkins returned to fill out paperwork in her office.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 10:17 am
"You don't need to thank me. Though if you say it one more time I might hex your mouth shut, I already got the point.", Kathos said, if perhaps a bit coldly but he just wasn't used to hearing thanks in his direction often and it was a bit uncomfortable he assumed.
Kathos nodded to the patron upon receiving the salve which he pocketed away for now since Cella was only in her pyjamas and wouldn't have a pocket to actually hold the salve.
"Would you like to go back to the common room or else where?", he asked quietly, rolling his eyes at remembering the patron's wink from before.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 10:38 am
With a blank expression, Ascella looked up at him, and gave him a small nod. Hexing my mouth after helping me. Just a little hypocritical no?
Shaking her head, the blond french girl nodded to Kathos, and casually stood up. Faltering a little bit in her movements, she stomped down on her foot, just to make sure that she would be able to walk.
Once. Twice. Three times.
A shock went up her leg, but she would be fine. Realizing how strange she must have looked, so she stood up straight. Professionalism was never one of her strong points.
With a deep breath, Ascella wasn't sure what she was supposed to do now. The question Kathos asked finally registered, and she nodded slightly, her expression still as blank as ever, almost sad.
"Going back to the commons sounds good. I'll stay sitting down though."
Attempting to smile at her almost joke, Ascella returned to looking at Kathos, instead of her previous blank stare to nowhere.
Her gray eyes were cold and harsh, though, diving deeper you could see so, so much more.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 10:52 am
Kathos arched an eyebrow then followed by a smirk at seeing the cold glaze begin sent his way, practically being pulled into those deep orbs, "Ah of course my dear Slytherin.", he somewhat said in a light tease. Though removing off his outer black robe, being the gentleman he was and offered his robe to her with his left hand, "However you might need this.", he stated, "And I won't take a no. It's cold out in these halls."
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 11:02 am
Ascella managed a small smile, taking his robe after a moment of hesitation.
"Th-" Almost saying thanks, but remembering his threat to hex him, Ascella stopped herself, and nodded.
Being serious, Ascella wrapped herself in the robe. However, since Kathos was much, much taller than herself, it dragged on the ground, and the sleeves were to long. (She is only about 5'1").
"I feel like a little kid trying on her fathers clothes."
Remembering the time when she was little, she could almost see her and Melanie playing with her fathers clothes. Her mothers as well. Ascella was always smaller than melanie, one wearing her mothers clothes, the other wearing their fathers.
Her memories were the only place she was truly happy in. Just thinking about her past made her smile. Well, the good points of her past that is.
"Yes..I guess they are cold."
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 11:09 am
Kathos chuckled at that commentary, "Ah but we got something to remedy that no?", taking his wand out of his pocket and flicking it at his robes making them fit just about almost the right height for Cella, "Temporary spell, but should last until getting back to the common rooms."
He then offered his arm to her, "Shall we my lady?".
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