Open RP in the Hospital Wing

[nannynutter]

Agnes marched about the Wing in her usual, brisk manner, cleaning instruments and hexing the odd Doxie as she went. Agnes supported magical creatures in general, and they were obviously very useful in potion and spell ingredients, but she drew the line when they managed to break into the liquor cabinet, that was for employees only. Also, mostly her

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[rosecasson]

Sparks! Rose spots them from the corner of her eye, but by the time she's run back to where they are, they've gone.

'Excuse me,' she says politely to the woman in the Wing, 'But did some fireworks just go off in here?'

[nannynutter]

Agnes turned around, ready to glare at the next idiotic cat, dog, drunken Doctor or idiotic student that came in, but instead saw a young girl. She squinted then smiled, a little out of practice. "Fire works?" she asked, doing her very best to sound kind.

[rosecasson]

Wow, someone who doesn't talk to her like she's a baby! Rose gives Agnes a big smile.

'They're full of magnesium and you set them off and they go up in the sky and explode into different colour sparks (sometimes with a bang, sometimes not) and they're really very pretty but we only get them once a year.'

Deep breath.

'I was wondering if you had some? Because I saw some sparks and I thought maybe you did.'

[nannynutter]

Agnes spotted another Doxie flittering towards the open window, then jabbed a quick stunning charm, sending a blossom of deep red colour flashing across the room. "Was that it?" she asked, wondering what the hell a Magnesium was.

[twoyearsmissing]

Jack was slightly early, or on time or even late. He didn't care. He was there which was saying a lot about how much he wanted JD to get the weekend off. Normally he wouldn't put himself in this situation.

"Hello?" He called as he wandered in.

[nannynutter]

"You're on time." Agnes said curtly, a little surprised, then appeared from behind a large wooden dresser. "Hexing some Ashwinder eggs." she explained, holding out pale egg shapes, glittering with frost.

[twoyearsmissing]

"Of course..." It's for JD. He kept repeating to himself as he watched what she was doing looking vaguely interested.

[nannynutter]

"I knowe a hex that trapes the buggres in a stasis, so I can get the egges when I want to." she said, putting them in a large, odd looking container. "The spell doesn't exist any more, apparently."

[every_daae]

Christine walked into the hospital wing rather hesitantly, and, once she blinked away the spots she saw from looking directly at the wards as they lit up, rapped on the door.

She waited a moment and pushed her blonde hair out of her blue eyes before timidly inquiring, "Hello? I'm sorry to intrude. I can come back later, if wish...."

[nannynutter]

Agnes marched up, rubbing at a smear on her cheek hastily. "What?" she asked shortly.

[every_daae]

Christine shrank back, plucking nervously at the folds of her shawl. "I'm terribly sorry to bother you, miss. I, ah... fainted a few days back, and though Dr. Maturin was luckily there to revive me, I thought I should check in with the hospital wing to make sure I wasn't ill. My family has a... a... history of ill health, I'm afraid." Her eyes clouded a moment and she shook her head to rid it of bad memories. "I've been fine since then, but I did think it best to check."

[nannynutter]

((Anything you want Christine to be told? If there's something there, Agnes will probably find it, so...))

Agnes frowned for several more seconds before she began walking to one of the curtained beds. "Come in here, dear." she said, holding the curtain back for her.

[deskologist]

Having succumbed to the temptation of the open bar in Ravenclaw last night, Mort rubbed wearily at his eyes as he trudged into the Hospital Wing. He knew he looked awful; bags under his eyes, slept in clothes, hair pointing every conceivable direction. He wasn't hungover - but there was a nagging question at the back of his mind that he wanted answered.

For lack of anything better to do, Mort knocked on the frame of the door (blinking slowly at the light display) and hoped somebody was in.

[nannynutter]

Agnes walked over with a frown on her face, noticing his appearance. The man was clearly either very ill, or very stupid, and Agnes decided to bank on a combination of both. It seemed like the only general rule that she could apply to the students at Hogwarts. "What is it?" she asked curtly as she drew closer, then stood, arms crossed.

[deskologist]

Mort ran a hand through his hair, doing his best not to look a little intimidated... but failing. Still, couldn't back out now. "It's probably kind of stupid, and I don't even know if there's tests or whatever for this kind of thing," he smiled nervously, "But I was wondering if you could give a definitive answer on whether a person is, um, mentally ill or not."

[nannynutter]

Agnes squinted at him for several seconds. "You thinke you're crazey? You're notte. Crazy people don'te thinke they're crazey, they thinke that they're sane. Or talking to purple cates." she paused. "You're notte talking to a purple cate, yes?"