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Post by Elsbeth Pierce on Nov 21, 2007 21:01:29 GMT -5
Elsbeth arrived in the Hospital Wing almost out of breath. She had hurried; in situations such as these, it was important to have things ready as soon as the patients arrived.
To save Althea some time, Elsbeth had said she would prepare the salves and medical potions; this is why she was here right now.
She bustled around the room, pulling out a few jars, and vials, and laying them down on the work table. As she placed the last vial on the table, the door creaked open, followed by footsteps.
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Post by Dr. Althea Lannsman on Nov 22, 2007 17:02:42 GMT -5
Althea pushed the double doors open and entered the hospital wing and was shortly followed by Orynn being carried by Aesir on his broom, and Nicholas on Shellevia's back.
She pointed to 2 beds in the wing. "Set them down over there please. Thank you both for your help. I'll be with them in a minute." She approached the headmistress," Thank you Miss Pierce, I'll take it from here..." She looked down at what Elsbeth had prepared. Some bruise-healing paste and Murtlap Essence, what she more or less needed. She hurried off to her office and returned with her stethoscope around her neck.
As much as she wanted to help Nicholas first, Orynn was a priority for as far as she could tell Nicholas only had severe bruising. She marched over to Orynn's bed side and began to more closely examine his leg, ever-so-carefully lifting his pant leg.
She pondered for a moment as to why his leg wouldn't transfigure back to it's natural state and stay there. She tried to see if there were any actual lacerations on his leg when it was corporal.
"Nick, did you do anything different to your sword?..." She asked him while concentrating on Orynn's leg, "And you Orynn, did you do anything different than your usual transfiguration? Though I think that's the first time I've seen you turn into smoke..."
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Post by Nicholas Gawain Lannsman on Nov 22, 2007 21:57:53 GMT -5
NIcholas carefully dismounted Shellivia, offering her his thanks as he did so. Slowly but surely, he made his way to a nearby bed as he gingerly began to undo his belts, to put aside his wand and sword.
"No. It's not like I can either. It's the same as usual." he said casually. He looked over to Orynn's leg, calculating something as he watched.
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Orynn Novim
Wizard
Former Deputy Head Master and HoH Slytherin
It is a sin to believe evil of others, but it is seldom a mistake ~ HLM
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Post by Orynn Novim on Nov 23, 2007 0:26:32 GMT -5
Orynn was placed on one of the Medical beds, and he still seethed in pain whenever his leg reformed into flesh. He hated this, this attention he was getting... he'd rather face five dragons than have the eyes of his colleagues buried into him.
He looked up at the Headmistress, his jaw still clenched and his face defined with cold lines of heartless rage. But his pale gray eyes pleaded with her to understand what he wanted to convey. Tell them to leave, tell those who need not remain here to leave. Dismiss them!
Althea's voice brought him back to his current state. He looked down at her hands which held his calf, or at least they were when there was something solid there to hold. He shook his head no in response to her question. Orynn had done nothing different.
"If I were to guess, I would have to say it's me. The pain, it's distracting my focus. In time, if it subsides, I may be able to get a grip of myself again. I can't say that for certain though." Part of Orynn thought that a learned Medi-Witch should know that, but Orynn knew that that was ridiculous. Someone would have to specialize in his sort of Transfiguration, and as far as he knew, Orynn was the only wizard alive who could do it.
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Post by Elsbeth Pierce on Nov 23, 2007 10:33:17 GMT -5
Elsbeth had moved away from the supply desk, so Althea could start her work. Standing by her Deputy Headmaster's bed, she watched as the wounded men were placed on their beds and their carriers stood aside.
She caught sight of ORynn's pale grey eyes, and understood that he must be in great pain, and discomfort.
"Shellivia, thank you for your help; it is greatly appreciated. I think it would be best if you and Mister MacLeod here left us for a while."
Lightly touching Aesir's shoulder, she said quietly, "Thank you, Aesir, we can take it from here."
Elsbeth stood back and waited for the room to clear up a bit.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Nov 23, 2007 11:36:11 GMT -5
Aesir looked to the writhing Deputy Headmaster, his face a little more pale and drawn than usual. His eyes looked to Oynn's leg as it flickered in and out of its natural state.
That's very unsettlin'...Never mess with the swordsman.
It wasn't until Elsbeth gently touched his shoulder that he registered she was talking to him. He looked back into her eyes as he brought his hand up to hers and squeezed it lightly himself. "Right. Sorry bout that. I'm sure they'll be alright. I'll, uh...I'll be around."
With that, he turned and walked out of the room, slinging his broom over his shoulder again.
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Shellivia Nos Taronin
Wizard
Care of Magical Creatures
Not all magic is wisps of smoke and flashy bangs...
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Post by Shellivia Nos Taronin on Nov 23, 2007 18:05:34 GMT -5
Shellivia nodded to the headmistress and gave Nicholas a brief squeeze on the solder and a slight smile before she too turned around and followed... Asir? out the door. She closed it gently behind her and shook her head. Looking to the new professor she gave a weak smile. "Well I must say that is a wonderful start to the new year." Her voice was laced with sarcasm and she pulled a hand through her hair which exposed a set of pointed ears briefly before her mane well back in place. "The students will be gossiping about it for weeks on end, the spirits forbid they try something like that themselves..." she sighed and shook herself right to the core, her tail fluffing out slightly. She looked back to the red haired man, and titled her head a bit. "I don't believe we have be properly introduced," she extended her hand and smiled prettily. "Shellivia Nos Taronin. I teach the care of magical creatures class."
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Nov 24, 2007 0:57:57 GMT -5
Aesir walked out with the centaur, running a hand through his windswept hair. It seemed like a habitual thing. Listening to Shellivia, he grinned heartily somewhat at her comments and thrust a hand out. "Aesir MacLeod, Flight instructor." he responded. He seemed to finally take in her pretty smile, trying to return his own in kind. "The pleasure is all mine."
Ye know, she's kinda pretty. Most of her, anyway. Can't say I really dig the hindquarters that much.
He looked back towards the room. "So, ye know the big guy with the sword? I sure as hell don't hope any of the students try one third o' the stuff he done in that match. It's madness, is what it is. Can't wait to see the rematch though." he offered, trying to lighten the mood himself.
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Post by Dr. Althea Lannsman on Nov 25, 2007 2:49:26 GMT -5
[Sorry guys I've been wicked busy this weekend, which included reformatting my computer.... Also, I'm taking some liberties here with a spell that I suggested but no one approved, but it's not so rediculous, so hopefully it's fine with everyone.]
Althea contuined to concentrate on Orynn's leg, "Yes, I think it would be best if you didn't croud us. Thank you agian for your help, I will let you know when you can visit." She said to Aesir and Shelly.
She looked up in Orynn cringing in pain, "You are going to be fine. Trust me, it's not as bad as it seems. The problem is getting you to stay soild." Althea slid her wand out from her belt and pointed it at his leg, "Torpeo Morsus". The tip of her wand emmitted a subtle orange glow, as she waved it aboubt calmly.
The deputy's leg felt warm before the pain subsided to tolerable levels. The spell did not make him sleepy alllowing Orynn to regain some of his concentration back.
"I'll be honest with you, I'm not sure how to treat your leg... I've never seen anyone use a spell like that before- I've only heard of one other person really being able to and we don't speak his name... You are going to have to help me. How do you turn into smoke?...If I knew, I could help you better..." Even though it was evident she didn't really like Orynn, the tone of voice conveyed that she sincerly was trying to aid him as best she could.
Please co-operate.
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Shellivia Nos Taronin
Wizard
Care of Magical Creatures
Not all magic is wisps of smoke and flashy bangs...
Posts: 125
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Post by Shellivia Nos Taronin on Nov 25, 2007 13:25:33 GMT -5
Shellivia shook his hand and regarded him in a quizzical way. "Flying instructor?" She almost slipped on the marble and seemed a bit annoyed at the stone and glared at it momentarily. "Honestly, a stone floor, what were they thinking." She shook herself again, her squirrel hoped onto her shoulder and cooed reassuringly in her ear. She petted him briefly before looking back to Aseir. "Sorry about that, stone and hooves don't mix. But a flying instructor, that seems... fun. You must really like flying then if you want to teach it." She seemed to be picking her words carefully as if she didn't agree with what she was saying, but still trying to be nice. "Yes I do know Nicholas. We served on a few mission back when we were both in the ministry. I hope there's no rematch. I doubt Nicholas would hold back a second time, not after Orynn acted so dishonorably." Her hooves skidded again on the floor and she looked genuinely angry this time. A loud pop was heard and standing where Shellivia had been was a young woman with bare feet in a dress that came down to her knees; it looked exactly like Shellivia's shirt. The squirrel on her shoulder seemed upset and she cuddled him against her chest and made a few soothing noises to him. "It's alright, it's only for a moment. I just don't feel like falling; Althea has enough to deal with without me breaking a leg or a few ribs." She looked to Aseir and smiled apologetically. "Sorry about that. Like I said, hooves and stone don't really mix."
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Nov 25, 2007 14:57:47 GMT -5
Aesir stood in blatant shock at seeing her transform into a human form. If his open stare wasn't enough, his slight jump and sudden yell of surprise might have tipped her off.
Okay. Didn't expect that.
He blinked a few times as he took in her new appearance.
So scratch that hindquarters comment. I think that problem looks pretty much solved. Alright, MacLeod, keep it cool.
He tried to cover up his surprise and switch the subject.
"So, yeah, flyin'. It, uh, I really like it. And no rematch? That's a shame." he shrugged and gave her a quizzical look as he rubbed his stubbly chin. "He wouldn't hold back, eh? You mean he can do more than that? d*mn, that's really too bad. That Orynn feller needs ter know a thing or two 'bout playin' right on the field."
He looked about the hall innocently enough. "So, how the hell d'ya do that, exactly? With the poofing, and turning into...something else." he asked.
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Orynn Novim
Wizard
Former Deputy Head Master and HoH Slytherin
It is a sin to believe evil of others, but it is seldom a mistake ~ HLM
Posts: 342
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Post by Orynn Novim on Nov 25, 2007 15:25:49 GMT -5
It was as if he and she were on opposite ends, they could easily ignore one other, or they could help each other. Orynn stared at the doctor, and gave a deep sigh of relief when he felt the pain subside in his leg. he closed his eyes, cocked his head and was visibly straining. He reached out and grabbed the strings of his physical being, sewing them together from their tangled mess.
The smoke that had been the lower part of his leg coalesced nicely, and reformed (once more) in a solid leg. Orynn laid back on the medical bed. He looked to her, and there was an obvious attempt to convey gratitude and thanks. Perhaps for her patience, perhaps for her objectivity in her profession, perhaps for all of the above. What ever it was for, it didn't seem to lessen when he denied her pleas.
"It is a complex form of Human Transfiguration Madame, but that's all I will tell you. I've regained control, and all I need now is some rest."[/color] He then looked up to the Headmistress. Considering his actions from before, at the duel, he knew d*mn well Elsbeth would not allow him a single wink of rest before she chewed him out.
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Shellivia Nos Taronin
Wizard
Care of Magical Creatures
Not all magic is wisps of smoke and flashy bangs...
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Post by Shellivia Nos Taronin on Nov 25, 2007 15:30:46 GMT -5
Shellivia started a bit at his yelp and a wand appeared in her hand briefly before it was folded back into it's case. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." she said a bit softly, her mismatched eyes blinking in confusion. She cleared her throat and tried her best to answer calmly. "Nicholas is a very skilled Auro; I wouldn't go so far to say he was the pride of the division, but he his skills are quite impressive. When he does actually use his wand..." She paused and seemed to be remembering something," Well lets just say that the fights usually end soon after." She shook her head to clear her thoughts which took her a bit off balance and she looked behind her and frowned, as if something was amiss. Sighing she looked back to Aesir. "I don't know how you manage on two legs. Anyway, I'm sure Professor Novim thinks he his reasons for doing what he did, but I'm sure the headmistress won't allow another duel so he wont be taught to play on the field." She tried to make the phrase sound natural, but failed and looked awkward.
She looked at him a bit puzzled. "Poofing? Is my fur out of place?" She reached up to touch her hair before she realized what he meant. "Oh, you mean transfiguring! It's something I was forced to learn after graduating Hogwarts. Most wizards don't seem to accept Centaurs in society, and Muggles were a problem as well." Her face seemed to grow serious a bit and her eyes grew sad. Absently she stroked at the squirrel's fur. "I'm an Animagi, a Witch who can turn myself into an alternate form for as long as I want and back again. It's... convenient." She struggled with the word and it caught a bit in the back of her throat. She swallowed hard and blinked quickly. "Why don't we go outside. It's far to stuffy in the castle and the lake is beautiful around this time of day. Unless you have classes?" She seemed hopeful he's accept.
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Post by Dr. Althea Lannsman on Nov 25, 2007 16:44:25 GMT -5
Althea smiled whe she saw Orynn be able to regain control. "Ah, there we go... Much better." Once his leg had fully returned to it's natural state she examined him agian being careful not to miss anything. "Now, that spell I just cast on you as you now know, numbs pain. You might be feeling fine now, but we'll see in a half an hour if it still hurts you when the spell wares off. Everything feels like it's in the right place, so I do believe you've got nothing to worry about and yes, it is best that your rest for now." She pulled his pant leg down and rested his leg back on the bed, pulling the blankets over him to about his waist.
Althea still spoke with her same professional tone and not mocking him said, "As for the magician not relvealing his secrets, I can understand, but really, what if it happends agian- except it's something a little more vital than a limb like your xiphoid process or maybe your heart for example? How would I help you then, when you can't concentrate enough yourself?"
She now turned around and took a couple of steps towards Nicholas' bed, still listening to whatever Orynn had to say.
"How are you holding up?" She carefully took off Nicholas' shirt to assess the damage more closely than before. She carefully examined his ribs and brest bone for fractures, delibrately being careful not to apply too much pressure on the very obvious bruise in the centre of his chest, and let up instantly when Nicholas winced or complained. "You'll be fine, love, but I'm worried about old injuries, I still don't think you're one-hundred percent." She reached for the jar of bruise-healing paste.
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Post by Elsbeth Pierce on Nov 25, 2007 23:29:28 GMT -5
As Althea checked over her husband, Elsbeth stayed in her spot by Orynn's bed. She stood silently, thinking over the afternoon's hapennings. She was just about ready to speak to her two injured staff wizards; to reprimand them for their actions during the duel.
Turning to Orynn, Elsbeth began, "Deputy, you know very well what I'm going to tell you right now, seeing as I gave you fair warning at the Starting Feast-"
She didn't finish her thought, however, because she understood that though his pain had been numbed by the skilled mediwitch, he was probably still uncomfortable, at least with the situation. "Pardon me."
She decided maybe the best way to speak to her staff at this point would be in private. "Althea, I'm so sorry to bother you, but if you're done checking over these two insufferable men, I do believe it's high time for me to give them a talking to; in private."
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