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Post by Headmistress Isadora Gunvald on Mar 26, 2023 17:04:52 GMT -8
Isadora flew through the corridors. Her wings flapped without inhibition toward the Hospital Wing. She transformed into her human form in front of the double doors, her legs struggling to keep up with her. The Headmistress arrived as fast as she could after announcing Slytherin was the victors of the first match of the season. Ms. Oden had suffered an injury and fall due to a bludger sent by Fergus. For what reason? Maybe she would find out during their session of detention. She calmed herself. Panic not worn best by leaders. Professor Gunvald walked in to find one of their Resident Healers, Madam Sestra tending over Ms. Oden. She was held in a section at the back of the Wing for more serious injuries. There were no other students in the beds beside her. Thankfully, Isadora thought passively. She was upset there was even one in there. “How is she doing, Sestra?” She asked quietly to her colleague, her face tightened with concern, “I cast my best attempt at ‘Brackium Emendo'...”
Sestra shook her head quietly. “There is no one who could have saved her arm completely with that charm...The girl must have taken quite the impact. Left humerus bone is completely shattered. Her radius was parted. Her clavicle was nearly shifted, but saved. Your charm definitely helped to restructure some of the major pieces.” She paused, her lips tight, “However, several small fragments still need to be put back into places, in some areas, regrown...” Healer Sestra looked at a putrid-looking yellow potion in a bottle shaped as a spine. Skele-Gro. “I suspect she may have a concussion as well, considering the length she has been asleep. She will require Skele-Gro when she wakes up and two days bed rest.” OOC: Anneli Oden is injured for 2 days. She may not enter any *new* threads that she is already not a part of until Wednesday 3/29/23. Frustrations about this may not be taken out on other students, unless of course, staff aren’t watching… Isadora frowned, looking at the girl. She was in a bed framed by a tall window that cast sunlight down upon her. Two empty chairs at her side. Healer Sestra looked to Isadora, “Best to let the girl have some friends visit her…” She paused, looking around the empty room, “We have the space, anyway. This will be a painful process, Ms. Oden might need some support....”
The Headmistress nodded her head in agreement before they both walked from the room, allowing time for Anneli to rest and awake…
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Post by Loce Vaisey on Mar 26, 2023 18:20:38 GMT -8
Loce ran all the way to the hospital wing, shoving past the few students that got in his way with minimal apologies. He had one thought on his mind, and one only. He paused only briefly outside the hospital wing to compose himself before entering. He propped his broom on his shoulder. Ready to take on any resistance, adult or otherwise, that attempted to stop him from reaching Anneli. Madem Sestra looked up from her work as he pushed into the wing. She shushed him, but otherwise pointed him in the direction of Anneli. He hesitated, swallowing any comeback he had prepared. “Thank you. How is she?” He said. He nodded passively as she gave a cursory She will most likely be in pain when she wakes up, but otherwise she will heal in a couple of days. Best to not stress her, so keep conversations to a minimum and general nature when she does come to.He strode purposefully towards the bed. Shaking his head When she does come to? He sighed. It had been his plan that had pushed Fergus over the edge. He had counted on Fergus being pissed enough to take out Oliver. But hadn’t thought him dumb enough to blindly chuck a bludger at him while one of his own, especially Anneli, was within range. Oliver… he closed his eyes, fuming, then swallowing it. He would talk to Fergus on that one. He might know a better way to handle him besides outright using the killing curse. Which he had a mind to attempt at the moment, consequences be damned. Loce tipped his broom and gloves onto the bed next to hers and pulled a chair up to the right side of her bed. Settling next to her he places his hand over hers. “Mitt hjärta. I am sorry, it seems the plan went sideways more than I could have imagined. I never meant for you to get hurt. They say you will be fine in a couple of days. Please just let me know you are alright.” He hung his head for a moment then looked up at her, brushing the stray strands of hair from her face. “Fy Nghalon.” He lifted her hand gently, kissing it, before laying it back down, but not releasing it. He shifted the chair so he could sit comfortably holding her hand. He would be here when she woke up. He needed her to know she was his priority
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Oliver Seán O'Shea
Gryffindor
5th Year - Slytherin Captain/Beater - What's it ter yer?
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Post by Oliver Seán O'Shea on Mar 26, 2023 19:33:15 GMT -8
Oliver had taken the loss to Slytherin in stride. He buried the loss along with any bitterness about detention away. It wasn’t the first time he had needed to stay after class for ‘therapy’ or ‘isolated observation’. The muggle world had always had their sights on him. Why should he expect anything less from this world?
He walked solemnly to the Hospital Wing. Oliver had removed his Beater’s gear and tucked away his bat. It wasn’t his first time to the wing, though his first as a visitor. He shook his head briefly, swearing to himself. Things should have gone differently. Gryffindor should have taken the victory. Anneli shouldn’t have gotten injured. Oliver thought of her touching him and blushed.
Anneli had asked him to meet up later. He wasn’t sure if this is the “later” she meant, but it was a branch he was willing to go out on. Oliver greeted the Healer with a nod, “I’m 'ere to see a friend, Anneli Oden..” The woman looked back to the bed before nodding to let him in.
He stood tall as he entered the room. A boy was already sitting at her bedside. Holding her head. Oliver strode a few more steps before recognizing the kid as Loce. “Hey, you’ll never gie the girl any space 'uh? Even when she lies unconscious…can’t even agree to your breath…” He almost spat. Oliver kicked over a stool, sitting on the other side of Anneli. “For a paddy so concerned wi' respect.” He had no intention of leaving just yet. The thought of reuniting with his team in the common room felt wrong. Not until he saw her stir. Even if it wasn’t a player he was deeply attracted to, he would have done the same. Maybe.
Oliver looked to Loce with a blank stare. “How bad is it anyway?” He asked, looking down to her sleeping face. The crack of her bone still rung in his ears. Oliver frowned. She was beautiful there, despite being broken.
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Post by Loce Vaisey on Mar 26, 2023 20:08:53 GMT -8
Loce glared at Oliver as he dared to make his presence known. He started to stand. Instead, he just shook his head and settled back into his seat. He squeezed Anneli’s hand lightly, then let his thumb trace slow circles on the back of her hand. His gaze returning to her face and he deliberately ignored the Gryffindor. He was not getting kicked out over this Prat. Not now. It might be a long, long night if this Prat was going to just sit there. He silently hoped Fergus would stop in, or any of the rest of the team.
“Anneli, I told you we beat them, but you’d be proud of Cordelia, she really managed to shine. Even Fergus managed to rally there as well. The house all has your back as well, the game has unofficially been dedicated to you it would seem.” He settled into a steady stream of commentary from the pitch. Talking to her as if Oliver had never even entered the room. As long as the Gryffindor was here, there was not much else he was willing to say. But then again, he knew Anneli already knew everything he wanted to say to her.
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Oliver Seán O'Shea
Gryffindor
5th Year - Slytherin Captain/Beater - What's it ter yer?
Posts: 89
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Post by Oliver Seán O'Shea on Mar 26, 2023 20:48:14 GMT -8
Oliver shook his head as the boy started to stand. Foolish lad. He knew better than to start in the hospital wing, and over her injured body. He folded his arms as he watched Loce hold Anneli’s hand. “It felt real ya know…” Oliver broke his silence, “The way she looked down at me dare on the pitch. Oi can still feel 'er kiss now.” He said, patting his face. “Even if it was yisser play, she meant it. She wanted it. They do say opposites attract...” Oliver looked across the bed to Loce, unrelenting. He had crossed far greater threats in muggles. He remembered the word that the boy had sputtered at him earlier, ‘Mudblood’. Heat rose to his fists.
“Yes, Anneli,” He said, looking down at her, “Your team did rapid. Though your buddy 'ere seemed ter foil 'is own plan…which is why you’re 'ere.” Oliver looked up to Loce, smirking. He leaned back in his chair, entirely fine with waiting for as long as it took for her to stir.
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Post by Professor Dragomir Ghica on Mar 26, 2023 21:49:55 GMT -8
Dragomir strode purposefully into the Hospital Wing. One of his students injured in the first Quidditch match. He had not been able to attend due to personal…. obligations. Truly should not be here now. However, given the circumstances, his students came before any personal needs.
He stopped and held a short conversation with Madam Sestra. Checking on Ms. Oden’s status, and the intended course of action. He had nothing to add to what their course was. He would not have anticipated her accepting anything he said anyway. His past and knowledge more often than not landed people in hospitals rather than helped them to heal enough to leave one. “Thank you Madam Sestra. I shall see her myself as long as you have no objection?”
Receiving none, Dragomir crosse the hospital wing to where the two boys were seated. He could not help but have overheard part of the conversation that flowed between the boys. Or at least, at one of the boys. He cleared his throat as he stopped at the foot of the bed. “Ms. Oden needs some peace and rest.” He looked between the boys an Ms. Oden. “Mr. O’Shea, given the tension in the room at the moment, and the fact that this is an injury that occurred during a house game. Perhaps it would be best if you left the vigil to Ms. Oden’s team mates. We shall give her your well wishes when she comes around. I shall personally send for you when she asks for your company.”
Had he not seen more than she had intended in class, he may not have interfered. He often found it beneficial to let the students work the bad blood out amongst themselves. However, given the fact she was still unconscious, and the tension between the boys was palpable, one hand to leave. And given all the evidence he had from class, in this instance he would side with his house and would make this a house affair. He shifted his stance, settling at the foot of the bed for the moment, watching Mr. O'Shea.
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Oliver Seán O'Shea
Gryffindor
5th Year - Slytherin Captain/Beater - What's it ter yer?
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Post by Oliver Seán O'Shea on Mar 26, 2023 23:14:38 GMT -8
Oliver looked up then to see Professor Ghica. An unlikely sight. He shifted in his chair, looking down to Anneli. “I agree, she needs rest.” Oliver said gruffly, sternly looking back up at Loce. “Will you ask him to stop toilin’ with ‘er head then?” He cast a glare toward the boy again.
He stood steadily to his feet, looking at the Professor seriously then, “‘Ill you let me know the moment she wakes?” Oliver shifted his weight to one leg, holding a sweater. He had planned on offering it to her should she wake. He wanted to make sure she was alright. And to see if she still wanted to spend some alone time outside of Loce’s prying eyes.
Oliver glanced to Loce and Professor Ghica again before sighing and walking away...
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Anneli Oden
Slytherin
5th Year - Slytherin Captain - Chaser - Part-Veela
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Post by Anneli Oden on Mar 27, 2023 0:23:21 GMT -8
The world was dark. A distant pain pounded at her side, tempting tears to part from her closed eyelids. Anneli’s mind drifted into an abyss of unconscious thought. She was eight then. Her bare feet on the warm, green grassy grounds of her home castle in Sweden. Her mother, Eleonora, waved to greet her inside, “Anneli!” Her voice rang out beautifully. She was an elegant woman with blonde hair and eyes that matched Annelis.
She twirled through the fields, each step innocent. Anneli ran toward her mother. She kept running. Her mother’s smiling face becoming more distant with her step. “Mamma!” Anneli called out to her. She was a curly, dusty blonde child then. Her frame tiny and pale. Her blue eyes wide, but knowing. “Mamma! I’m here!” She yelled again.
Her mother’s warm, smiling image faded from sight. Instead, her father came into view. He was sitting on a golden throne. A cold room replacing the familiar grounds of Sweden. Anneli twisted in her sleep. “Anneli, my dear…” His voice suffocating and dark, “You know she can’t hear you right?” Just then, a dragon appeared from behind Halvar. Its wings engulfed the light from behind him. It’s fire vanishing him from her sight.
Anneli’s sleeping body grew still. Just then, a new sound. A familiar voice. Could it be?
Through a haze, she could hear the voice say, 'Mitt hjärta. I am sorry…' and then it faded again. Her heart beat calmly. Anneli’s eyelid’s fluttered, stubbornly attempting to open.
A pair of new voices came in fresher this time. An Irish accent and one that she couldn’t place but heard before. Even in her sleep, a tension filled her. A few moments, Anneli heard silence.
Just then, she stirred. Anneli’s eyes opened. The sunlight burned. She blinked slowly, attempting to prop herself up readily. Was she at the pitch? How did the game end? Anneli worried for her team.
Two blurry figures came into view then. Professor Ghica? Made sense. She exhaled, looking to see Loce at her side. “Is everyone OK? Is the game over?" Anneli asked suddenly then, looking to them both, entirely confused.
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Post by Loce Vaisey on Mar 27, 2023 1:57:27 GMT -8
Loce sat, still, silent. He knew he should talk to her, new he had to apologize again, but not with their head of house standing there. “Mitt hjärta.” He ventured again. He didn’t care if the professor could understand that or not. She was his heart, and he would not deny that to anyone. He glanced up at the professor as she began to shift in her sleep, not wanting her to move and re-injure herself. But nearly as soon as it started, she settled again. He squeezed her hand gently. Willing her to wake up. It had been way too long, he could tell that even Madam Sestra had been concerned. His heart raced as she blinked and tried to sit up. He was there, hand on her shoulder to keep her from moving. Loce laughed and shook his head. “Leave it to the one who was carried off the pitch unconscious with a shattered arm to ask if everyone else is okay. We are fine love, how are you? That is the more appropriate question.” The tension that was etched in his features slowly ebbed away, replaced by a hesitant calm. Was she alright? Madam Sestra believed she’d be fine, but…. Until she confirmed it, he was not going to rest easy. “And yes, the game is over. Isla got the snitch, but we pulled out the win in points. That match is yours Captain.” He offered. It had been hers in more ways than one. She had been their rally point in order to pull out the win. But did he want to tell her that just now?
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Post by Professor Dragomir Ghica on Mar 27, 2023 10:55:04 GMT -8
Dragomir smiled down at the pair and cleared his throat. “It is good to see you awake Ms. Oden. I hear a few days in the hospital wing are in order. I am certain Mr. Vaisey here can keep you up to date on your studies as needed? Unless you have need of me, I shall not keep you. I only wished to ensure you were well cared for.” He glanced between Loce and Madam Sestra. “Headmistress Gunvald will be interested to know you are awake. I will deliver that message to her. However, there is the matter of a Mr. O’Shea who was diligently awaiting your recovery just there.” He indicated the empty stool on the other side of the bed, opposite Loce. “Given the tensions in the room when I arrived, I felt it prudent to ask him to leave for now. I did tell him that I would inform him when you were awake and as you wished his company. Shall I deliver a message to him now?” He raised as suspicious eyebrow at the pair, figuring from all of the announcements he had heard from the pitch, plus what was before him now, that there were a few pieces of that puzzle he did not have. Nor was he sure he actually wanted to know. He waited long enough to receive a reply, then nodded to the pair. ”I shall see myself out. However, Mr. Vaisey, she does need rest to heal, please see to it that you do not make a nuisance of yourself? And, I was rather disappointed to hear of the detentions for you and Mr. Reinhardt. Please see we do not have a repeat of that?”
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Post by Fergus Reinhardt on Mar 27, 2023 19:49:22 GMT -8
Fergus walked quietly through the corridors. For the first time in a long time, his head hanging toward the ground. His hands stuffed into his pockets. He was still fully adorned in Quidditch gear. There was no motivation to change. Not with Anneli in the hospital. There was a looming pit of regret that had grown into his stomach. Fergus winced. He should have done something more. He thought back to Loce’s use of 'Arresto Momentum' with respect and envy. It had been so simple and yet had avoided so much further damage…
The sound of her bones cracking hadn’t left his mind. Fergus was sure it would nearly drive him insane. He thought briefly to his parents and what he might tell them once they learned of Anneli’s injury. A selfish thought passed. Fergus had partially blamed Loce and Oliver for the error.
Speaking of which. He looked up to see Oliver leaving the Hospital Wing. Fergus straightened his posture, ensuring to land a brief, aggressive push past Oliver’s shoulder. Sleazy Mudblood. He would have said the words out loud if not for the current circumstance. Fergus took a few more steps before spotting Professor Ghica leaving the Wing. He nodded at him solemnly before entering the room himself.
Fergus exchanged a brief look with Healer Sestra. They were familiar. Although it wasn’t his first time visiting an injured teammate, it was the first time the injury came from his own doing. And to all people. His heart ached before turning to her bed. Loce Vaisey already present. Of course. He sighed. “Loce,” Fergus said, greeting him. His mind was focused on one person only.
He moved to the side of her bed in one stride, conjuring a single white rose and placing it at the foot. He would have given her more if she allowed. She was awake, if barely. “Anneli…” Fergus paused, looking to Loce and then her again, “If I could take that bludger myself right now, I would.” He said, unsure how to apologize for something of this magnitude. Her father and uncle would probably have some words for him too. He shuffled in his spot.
Fergus moved to touch her hand instinctively. Then retracted. “I wanted to say…” He cleared his throat, “We won.” He said shortly, “You set us up for the win and lead us there before I…” Fergus stammered. His tall frame appearing meek now. He looked to her blonde hair and the curl of her lip, not daring to look down to her arm. He sighed, moving to sit the chair opposite Loce. "I will get you anything you need. I've already arranged an owl to get all of your class assignments with Headmistress." Fergus shrugged.
He moved again to remove two, wrapped pastries from his pocket. "Ran down to the kitchens before I came here," Fergus said, attempting a smile, "Pumpkin pasties. Fresh. Figured you'd might like one of your favorites once you become hungry." His eyes flickered to Loce then back to her. "I've composed an owl as well. Explaining myself to your uncle Ludvig...and your father. They will be notified of your injury by morning." He said more quietly then.
Fergus had set multiple plans in motion to avoid any true acknowledgement of the emotions dwelling beneath his skin..
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Post by Loce Vaisey on Mar 27, 2023 21:54:52 GMT -8
Loce nodded as Fergus joined them. He supposed he understood why he came, but wished he would just go. He rolled his eyes about the homework etc. listening quietly to his conversation. He sighed, squeezing Anneli’s hand lightly as he mentioned writing to her father and uncle. He turned to Fergus. “Ever think maybe she’d like to tell her family herself? It isn’t like she is incapable of composing an owl. What gives you absolutely any right to dictate anything that goes on in her life?” He hadn’t moved from his seat, hadn’t raised his voice, but there was a venom in his tone that was unmistakable. The arrogance of Fergus was absolutely dumbfounding. “What are you some kind of lap dog for her family? Sent here specifically to follow her around and report after her?” At this point he wasn’t sure whose company he disliked more, Fergus or Oliver. He looked between Fergus and Anneli, definitely Fergus.
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Anneli Oden
Slytherin
5th Year - Slytherin Captain - Chaser - Part-Veela
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Post by Anneli Oden on Mar 27, 2023 23:50:54 GMT -8
"Mitt hjärta,” She reflected to him, though her voice a whisper in the grand room. Her world began to piece together with his words. His presence. His warmth. She looked at Loce’s face greedily, happy to see him first after the game. Anneli’s gaze focused to the room behind him and then to her lap. Creamed colored sheets at her waist. Healer Sestra hovering nearby. The Hospital Wing. Her mind felt dizzy then, attempting to piece together what happened between those last few moments of speaking with Oliver and capturing the Quaffle…
She looked down to her arm at the mention of being carried off the pitch. A thick white bandage wrapped from her wrist to her shoulder. A strap to keep her from moving it too much. Anneli winced, a small pain running through her shoulder, “I’m…okay.” She said, attempting a cohesive smile. Anneli shrugged, causing her to wince again, “I expected Isla to capture it, she’s bloody fast.” The inhibitions of her speech freed by the intense pain running up her arm. “Thank you Loce, I’m excited to celebrate with the team, when I can. I’m happy we won, despite…” She glanced toward her arm, sighing. Anneli couldn’t imagine laying down for long. She was already desperate to get up.
Anneli looked gratefully to Professor Ghica. His presence there as an authority figure was welcomed, of all of them. She smiled at him, “Thank you Professor Ghica, I’m glad to see me awake too.” Anneli chuckled. Her expression became more serious as he mentioned Oliver O’Shea and the tension that had previously filled the room. “I appreciate the removal.” She said honestly, “That shouldn’t be necessary, thank you Professor. I intend on speaking with him later myself…” Anneli answered shortly. She thought back to Loce’s hand and frowned.
Suddenly, another presence entered the room. Fergus. Anneli looked to Loce. She felt somewhat defenseless in the hospital bed. A quick scan of her bedside table revealed no sign of her wand. Anneli frowned slightly as he placed the white rose by her. A symbol that he still felt emboldened, even after the stunt in Transfiguration class and their conversation. “Once I’m healed, I’ll bat one at you and break your arm…” Her tone darkened, “If the proposal to take the bludger still stands then.” Anneli shifted uncomfortably in her sheets. She peered to Loce, wondering what he might be thinking then.
She rolled her eyes as he mentioned gathering her classwork. The sight of the pumpkin pasties made her feel queasy. Anneli listened until he mentioned sending an owl to Ludvig and her father. A searing pain shot up through her arm then, causing Anneli to brace. She held a scream inside. Pain and rage coursing with equal momentum through her.
Anneli felt tears well. She breathed deeply, pushing them down. “Report on me…and to spark motivation for Ludvig to come here?” She said theoretically through gritted teeth. Anneli kept Loce’s hand in hers, squeezing it for support. "What are you after Fergus?" Her voice weak, yet cutting.
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Post by Loce Vaisey on Mar 28, 2023 1:54:05 GMT -8
He finally let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding as she said she was okay. His heart calmed and his desire to take the beater’s bat to Fergus’ head evaporated. Although he still wanted to bean Oliver with it. “I’m sure the celebrating will re-commence when they release you from here. Although I have no idea what the rest of the team is up to. I barely made it to the end of the winners being announced before I left the pitch.” She was going to speak to Oliver on her own? He bristled at that idea. Not that she couldn’t take care of herself, but more that she shouldn’t have to be subjected to the crap that came out of his mouth. He spoke of women more as possessions and conquests than anything else. He briefly wondered how much ribbing he’d have to take, or if the injury would overpower that. He hoped not. He started to protest but stopped, leaving that conversation for another time. Loce gently squeezed Anneli’s hand as she went off on Fergus. He was there, and he wasn’t going anywhere. He almost felt bad for Fergus. The bludger had after all been an accident. But given the rest of the history there, he understood where her anger came from. Her uncle showing up here? That would prove interesting. If Fergus had thought of any of this making Loce change his mind about his relationship with Anneli, he had another thought coming. He returned the squeeze and winked at her. “Easy lo.. Anneli. You need your strength to heal.” He had an idea of what Fergus was playing at, but regardless. It wasn’t going to work. Fergus was just going to have to accept the fact that Anneli didn’t belong to him. She didn’t belong to anyone but herself to be honest. He watched her for a moment, wondering if he’d overstepped. He just didn’t want to see her upset or set her healing back any more by moving her arm. “If you would be more comfortable sitting up, I can help? he offered, wondering if that might give her more of an advantage, or at least help her feel more in control.
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Post by Headmistress Isadora Gunvald on Mar 29, 2023 8:06:36 GMT -8
The Headmistresses returned to the room as soon as she was informed of Ms. Oden being awake. This was the first true injury of the year and hopefully the last. Although she knew that wasn't a likely scenario. She held a small green box in her hand that was held together with a fine silver string. Professor Gunvald immediately noted the two students next two Anneli. "Hello Mr. Vaisey, Mr. Reinhardt, happy to see you here supporting your friend." She said warmly, though understanding there may be more to the current context. Isadora pondered some of the observations Professor Ghica previously shared.
"Anneli," She said warmly, using her first name instead, "I am sorry you weren't able to make it to the end of the game and for your injury. Slytherin will be awarded +10 points." She paused, "Though not for being injured. I saw your attempt to dive for the Quaffle after the impact...Your ambition on the pitch as Captain will be recognized with the house points." The Professor watched curiously as Loce moved to help her up. "As for being hurt, this might help." She said, moving to place the box on Anneli's desk. "It holds fresh goldenrods, lavender, and dittany. All will prove useful in the following days. The box is a bit deeper than it seems." Professor Gunvald winked. She looked to Anneli then, a twinkle in her eye, "At the bottom are a couple of tickets to Hogsmeade. A small getaway with a friend may be needed after being cooped up healing." She glanced briefly to Loce and Fergus. "Please let me know who will be accompanying you for the weekend trip as soon as you are well, which won't be for too long. Our Healers have taken it upon themselves to prepare fresh Skele-grow for you. It will be arriving shortly."
"As long as I am no longer needed, I will be returning to my office." She said, "Boys, I expect you to allow Ms. Oden some time to rest. Please do not stray too long." The Headmistress turned then and walked quietly from the room.
As the Headmistress departed, Sestra reappeared with a new bottle in her hand. A large, intimidating bottle shaped as a rib cage and the arms of a human skeleton. The lid of a bottle shaped like a human skull...A murky, yellow potion within, "Your first dosage is here, Ms. Oden." She said, the staunch woman appearing before her side. She paid no mind to the visiting students. There was a concerned look in her old green eyes. "I will need to warn you, the taste isn't pleasant. Not in the slightest. You shouldn't expect this to be painless either." Her bedside manner had weathered through the years. "There will be a burning sensation, but you must continue to drink. Failure to take the entire dosage may result in a delay in healing." Sestra peered at her arm then. "Your arm bones will regrow and mend throughout tonight...I would prepare for some pain then too. We will try to keep you as comfortable as possible until then."
She extended her hand, offering Anneli a small cup filled with the nauseating, putrid yellow of Skele-Gro...
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