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Jun 22, 2006 21:00:36 GMT -5
Post by Thalia Faile on Jun 22, 2006 21:00:36 GMT -5
Thalia walked into the Hospital Wing half supporting Sirius. Or so it felt. He must have been weak from blood loss, and she was not excited about having to explain to Pomfrey the manner of his injury. She dropped her bag next to one of the cots, and gestured him to take it, ready to help him get on to it if he needed the help. Hopefully Pomfrey had a spell up to let her know they were there.
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Jun 22, 2006 21:07:01 GMT -5
Post by Sirius Black on Jun 22, 2006 21:07:01 GMT -5
Sirus had begun to feel light-headed on their way to the Hospital Wing, and Thalia had saved him from running smack dab into a suit of armor. (Do you mind me putting that?)Lying down on the cot, he felt the room spin around and he closed his eyes. You yellow-bellied coward, tis but a flesh wound! he thought furiously to himself (and not knowing that his sayings would later be used in future Muggle films). Sitting up, he looked around the room, waiting for Madame Pomfrey. "Wanna sit down?" Sirius patted next to him on the cot.
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Jun 24, 2006 12:04:41 GMT -5
Post by Alea Johnson on Jun 24, 2006 12:04:41 GMT -5
Alea was straightening Comas's workroom when she heard two people come in. Curious, she put down the jar of feverfew she was labeling and entered the main hospital wing. She caught sight of Sirius on a cot with a pretty girl she didn't know. "Sirius?" she asked him, approaching the cot.
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Jun 24, 2006 13:22:58 GMT -5
Post by Hannah Catherine Herndon on Jun 24, 2006 13:22:58 GMT -5
(( I love your new sig Alea. It ROCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!))
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Jun 24, 2006 19:11:04 GMT -5
Post by Thalia Faile on Jun 24, 2006 19:11:04 GMT -5
Thalia nodded and took a seat next to Sirius on the cot, supporting him on that side. He didn't look very good to her, and she worried that he might pass out. A new girl walked in and queried Sirius.
"He's lost a lot of blood. Do you know where Pomfrey is?" Thalia tucked a stray curl behind an ear. "Oh, sorry. Forgot. We haven't met. I'm Thalia. You are?"
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Jun 30, 2006 16:00:05 GMT -5
Post by Alea Johnson on Jun 30, 2006 16:00:05 GMT -5
Alea smiled. "I'm Alea. And I don't know where Madame Pomfrey is, but I'll see if I can help," she went back into Comas's workroom, searching the neatly labeled jars and packets for borage leaves and chervil root. Finding the proper containers, she removed a few herbs and a bowl from their alloted areas. The fourth year blended the leaves and roots together and placed them in a pot on Comas's stove to boil. While the herbs were boiling, Alea went back out into the hospital wing. Turning to Thalia, she explained, "I don't know much healing magic, but I'm pretty good with plants. That's what I'm doing now; preparing some plants that might help."
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Jul 1, 2006 18:36:48 GMT -5
Post by Sirius Black on Jul 1, 2006 18:36:48 GMT -5
Sirius nodded faintly at Alea and leaned back against the cool stone wall behind him. Already growing bored with the girl's chatter he looked around, the room already starting to spin around him alarmingly.
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Jul 1, 2006 18:46:53 GMT -5
Post by Alea Johnson on Jul 1, 2006 18:46:53 GMT -5
Alea went back into Comas's workroom and got the herbs, now in a tea-like drink. She brought it over to Sirius and pressed it into his hands. "Here," she told him, "this'll help replenish your blood and strengthen you."
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Jul 1, 2006 18:59:32 GMT -5
Post by Sirius Black on Jul 1, 2006 18:59:32 GMT -5
"Thanks," Sirius replied in a hoarse voice, taking the cup in trembling hand. He managed to drink it without spilling it all over himself. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Sirius gave the cup back to Alea.
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Jul 1, 2006 19:34:33 GMT -5
Post by Alea Johnson on Jul 1, 2006 19:34:33 GMT -5
Alea took the cup from his hands and stood to the side of the bed, waiting to see if he was ok. If her mixture worked, he would soon fall asleep to start replenishing the lost blood.
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Jul 2, 2006 17:24:24 GMT -5
Post by Thalia Faile on Jul 2, 2006 17:24:24 GMT -5
Thalia watched as Alea went dosed Sirius with something. He looked dreadfully pale to her, and she wanted to check on that wound. It needed cleaning.
"Alea, do you know anything about Muggle healing? All I know is First Aid, but that cut needs to be cleaned." She turned to Sirius. "You feeling ok?"
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Jul 2, 2006 19:44:30 GMT -5
Post by Sirius Black on Jul 2, 2006 19:44:30 GMT -5
Her question only fell on the slumbering form of Sirius, as he was slumped over sideways on the cot, one arm draped unceremoniously over the side.
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Jul 2, 2006 21:50:24 GMT -5
Post by Thalia Faile on Jul 2, 2006 21:50:24 GMT -5
Upon receiving no answer, Thalia hopped off of the bed and began an attempt to get Sirius all the way on it. He was much larger than she, and felt very VERY heavy as a limp dead weight.
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Jul 3, 2006 15:28:16 GMT -5
Post by Alea Johnson on Jul 3, 2006 15:28:16 GMT -5
Alea quickly set down the cup and went over to help Thalia with Sirius. She draped one of his arms over her shoulder and helped manuver his sleeping form until she and Thalia had gotten him on the bed. The fourth year sighed as she stood up straight, glad that her herbs were working. She glanced out of the corner of her eye at Thalia. "To answer your question, I don't know much about Muggle healing. My mother was a Healer, and I'm good with plants, but that's about it," she admitted.
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Jul 4, 2006 16:08:07 GMT -5
Post by Thalia Faile on Jul 4, 2006 16:08:07 GMT -5
"A Healer? My brother is a Healer. He insisted I learn Muggle First Aid though. I haven't learned any spells that would help with this yet. That bandage needs to be changed and the wound cleaned, but that's not covered in a First Aid course. Do you know when Pomfrey will be here?"
Thalia sank into a chair by the side of Sirius' bed, exaughstion overwhelming her. She couldn't just leave him unconscious for the nurse to find. It wasn't as though she had the energy to go anywhere anyways.
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