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Post by hannahabbott on Apr 6, 2012 14:39:13 GMT -5
Hannah couldn’t believe they had made it to the Room of Requirements in one piece. She still didn’t know what she could do help. She just had to hope the Room of Requirements was going to cooperate.
She was glad when a cot fell down from the ceiling. She couldn’t support David for much longer. She knew there had to be something for muggle medical use in here if she could find it. Maybe it was time that people started hiding here; it seemed safer than anywhere else.
“We’ll have to wait here and hope someone will find us. I’ll see if I can find any muggle medical supplies here, that I do know how to use,”
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Post by nazgul466 on Apr 6, 2012 15:12:20 GMT -5
David slowly sat on the ground crossing his legs looking up at Hannah, like a child in a classroom. He let out a deep sigh as a sharp pain went across his forehead, it felt like with every thought that someone was stabbing him in the face.
"Sorry for being such a lump, I'm not used to this amount of blood loss. I'm used to a little amount but not a few pints worth."
He gave a little laugh before it being followed by a groin after the sharp pain happened again. David rubbed the forehead but this did little but agitate the cut making it discharge a little.
"So what are we looking for now?"
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Post by hannahabbott on Apr 6, 2012 16:12:41 GMT -5
Hannah didn’t answer David due to the fact she had knocked over what she needed. She knew a red cross on a box meant it most likely had first aid supplies in it. She opened almost dropping the contents which would have been bad since there were rather sharp stainless steel scissors in the box.
“Don’t move, I’m just wrapping this around your head until someone comes,”
She was glad her mum had her take that first aid course at the British Red Cross a few years ago now though she hated it then. She had thought she’d never use it but she is now. She wrapped around a gauze bandage for now.
“We just have to hope someone shows up here soon,”
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Post by itsmaddy on Apr 8, 2012 14:52:46 GMT -5
Madeline looked over the heads of students in the great hall, letting one side of her smile slip to a frown- much like a diagonal line upon her lips. She gathered her stuff and threw her bag on her shoulders, clutching the straps with her thumb tightly. She stood up from her seat, a nearly abandoned table, and headed down the aisle between long tables. A few small head nods to people, and she slipped out virtually unnoticed by the general population.
Where she was going- Madeline didn't know. She had no general direction planned, but hey- she could wing it. With a big smile to herself, she pushed up the staircase quickly, cursing Rowena Ravenclaw herself for having the imagination to make such contraptions. A little breathless, she stepped up onto the seventh floor platform and looked about. A familiar face passed by out of the corner of her eye and she smiled. "Simone!" She called gently, not too make too much noise. "Wait up!" Madeline caught up to the Gryffindor, sighing quietly.
The pair made small talk but Madeline slowed to a sudden stop once they passed a door, an unusual door. The Room of Requirement. Madeline raised an eyebrow and turned towards Simone. "Hey- look at this." She pointed towards the door and chuckled in awe. "Strange- huh?" She cocked her head to the side and nodded. "I am going in." She flashed a dangerous smile and made her way over to the door.
It was cracked open a bit and she furrowed her brows. "It's open." She looked over her shoulder at Simone, whispering. "Maybe someone is in here." She quizzed and peaked her head around the corner, noticing two students talking. One of them looked really hurt. Madeline's vision swept the room and she pulled the door open, slipping through. "Hello," she called softly as to not startle them. The hurt one was David- she had seen him in the Library when she went with Ophelia to study. "Is everything okay? The door was open and I was curious-" she paused, "you look beaten." She held back a laugh, trying to make a joke. Her sense of humor was off. Beaten, you know, tired. But in his base, beaten as in hurt or harmed or injured. It was a play on words; it was punny to her.
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Post by thatsimone on Apr 8, 2012 15:23:31 GMT -5
Simone cursed under her breath and crumpled the letter up that she had received from her grandparents and shoved it, and the little box that held the gift they used to try and buy her love, down to the deepest depths of her messenger bag. Surely someone in her House would want it. She herself wanted absolutely nothing to do with it. She made her way back to the castle from the owlery and, after spotting Lavender Brown, who had been harassing her for days, she slipped up the stairs, virtually unnoticed and humming a soft tune to herself. A young fifth year Hufflepuff boy passed her and she winked flirtatiously, laughing when his eyes widened and he blushed, but then the boy laughed and shook his head. 'That's one.' She thought to herself. By Simone's motto- a day was a complete waste if you couldn't get at least three people to smile, and it was only successful if you got them to laugh.
More stairs and corridor after corridor and Simone found herself on the seventh floor. It wasn't intentional, but she shrugged her shoulders and let her feet guide her. She passed classroom after classroom, most of them empty- some had a few students who took to gossiping in the farthest corners of the school. Simone rolled her eyes at the immaturity. A voice called out to her and with furrowed eyebrows she turned her head. Her eyes lit up when she spotted her best friend. A seventh year Hufflepuff. "Madeline!" She called out, waving her over.
"Got another gift from my Gran," she rolled her eyes. They talked about little things, and Simone was talking away when the two of them stopped. Simone turned to Madeline in confusion. "How odd! Why would the door be open. It's not supposed to operate like that." Her friend flashed her a smile which she returned easily. "Of course we are!" Her excitement grew at the prospect of what they might discover.
"The door is open, so I imagine there is someone in there." Simone inched up behind her friend, peaking over her shoulder. Almost immediately she spotted a seventh year Hufflepuff laying beaten and bloody on the floor. Her eyes widened in horror and she swept around her friend and dropped to her knee's beside the boy. She had never met the boy- only seen her around. She reached a hand out to touch him but pulled back. She didn't have his permission and she didn't want to anger him.
"Is there anything I can do?" Simone eyed them both, wanting to help, but not quite sure how. She pulled her wand out gently, "Have you cast any diagnosis spells?" Simone's voice was soft.
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Post by nazgul466 on Apr 8, 2012 15:37:59 GMT -5
David watched as Simone and Madeline enter the room, they were both beautiful girls and David hadn't even made an effort. Madeline tried a bit of a pun and David gave out a bit of a laugh which made some blood run down his face.
"Have you cast any diagnosis spells?"
David laughed at this and laid on his back kicking his feet on the floor like a toddler having a trantum. He wiped a tear mixed with blood away from his eye and after he stopped laughing he answered her question.
"I think we know what the diagnosis is. David Osler is a crazy son of a bicycle, he cut open his forehead using a stone while trying to avoid getting killed by a Death Eater. Next patient please!
The blood was running down his face as he begun to speak yet with all these his heartbeat had increased which probably didn't help much at all.
"Sorry by the way my name is David Osler and I am a freakshow."
He smiled at the two girls as the voices in his head begun to laugh along as well. David was sure that he was going to die so he decided to go out with a bang, maybe not so much fireworks but with a big exit with a few laughs.
"Okay so my first is is Loon but not in Loot. The answer is N, hurry up guys!"
David stood up and tried to brush some blood off of his t-shirt and jeans, sadly this effort was futile as it only smudged the liquid. After this waste of time David limped over to a comfier looking chair before sitting down on it and giving his audience a large, almost insane smile. Okay it was an insane smile, don't judge the poor guy.
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Post by hannahabbott on Apr 8, 2012 16:04:59 GMT -5
Hannah had held her breath as she heard then seen two seventh year girls come into room. She dropped the gauze and scissors in her hands. She honestly didn’t care too much for all the fussing; David was perfectly calm before they came in. She didn’t have anything against them but it irritated her that no one had really cared she was doing perfectly fine taking care of him the muggle way.
“David, get back here so I can finish that wrap,” she scowled.
She knew that she should get working on a few brews of Blood-Replenishing Potion knowing David would need it soon. She’d let the other two girls try to get David still enough to use healing spells properly.
“You have fun trying to heal him, if you need me I’ll just be making a potion over here,”
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Post by Susan Bones on Apr 8, 2012 16:16:52 GMT -5
Susan had searched all over Hogwarts looking for Hannah. She was panicking to the point she was about to use her DA coin to tell the entire DA Hannah was missing. She knew it wasn’t like Hannah to disappear, at least not on purpose.
She had gotten to the point if anyone had even touched her she’d might hex them. She kept having these horrible images of Hannah lying dead on the floor of Hogwarts somewhere. She looked at everyone as a potential suspect.
Finally Susan made it to the seventh floor. She saw two girls go into the Room of Requirements. She fallowed close behind the girls but not close enough to be noticed. She opened the door and saw the Hufflepuff boy on the ground with Hannah nearby.
“Hannah! Thank Merlin you’re alive! I was about to start a search party for you!”
She joined Hannah with making the Blood Replenishing Potion; she was rather good at the subject so she knew the recipe by heart. She could see the irritation written on Hannah’s face.
“What’s wrong with you?” whispered Susan to Hannah.
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