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Post by SAMANTHA CHAPMAN on Aug 9, 2012 12:35:30 GMT -5
Samantha absolutely hated the changes that were happening in the castle. She hated the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher most of all. Dolores Umbridge was the epitome of so many things that Samantha hated: authority, over the top organization, power abuse. She had way too much power and say in what was going on around the school.
Samantha felt like ripping down those awful decrees every time she passed by them. She could handle the usual school rules, like staying inside the castle past a certain time in the evening for safety purposes. One of the decrees that really irked her was the banning of students and staff speaking to each other outside of their class or, in her case, if they needed medical help.
It had been a quiet day in the hospital wing, which Samantha was partially happy for, but partially annoyed by. She didn’t want the students to get hurt, but this left her being entirely too bored. When she didn’t have students to tend to, she kept herself busy by doing the usual paperwork in her office. It was monotonous, but at the same time, she found it almost therapeutic. The paperwork was easy, but there was a lot of it. She was required to document each of the cases that came into the Hospital Wing.
Samantha rested her quill back into the ink well and blew on the wet ink on the parchment to dry it. Deciding to take a break, she made her way out to the main part of the hospital wing. She dove into one of her other chores: changing the sheets and blankets on the beds. |
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Post by GINEVRA WEASLEY on Aug 9, 2012 18:39:18 GMT -5
Bet you can't run from here to the Whomping Willow as fast as I can. Ginny rolled her eyes at her friends. Classes were over for the day, and her and a few others were outside the castle, enjoying the nice weather. "I bet I can beat you there, but with the Whomping Willow, you've got a death wish." she pointed mock-accusingly at her friend Jonathan. He was always getting himself into trouble. Fine, what about, uh, that normal ol' tree over there? In all honesty, she didn't want to race at all, but then Jonathan would do nothing but blabber on about it. "Fine." Hopping off the rock she was sitting on, Ginny made stood next to her friend.
"Readysetgo." Ginny bolted off before Jonathan took wind of what was going on. You cheater! A smirk spread across her face. That's what he got for taunting her to race him! Jonathan caught up easily, since each of his strides doubled Ginny's (of course Jonathan was nearly six feet while Ginny was stuck at a meager five feet flat), and he starting passing her. Annoyed, she sped forward as fast as she could to try to catch up to Jonathan...
Only to trip. On a medium sized rock sticking out of the ground. Gin went flying forward, smacking her face on the ground and landing awkwardly on her elbow. She tried to get up, but realized that there was blood on her face, coming from her nose, and blood on her elbow, which had hit the ground the hardest. Woah, Ginny, you alright? Jonathan apparently had either finished the race or turned around and saw her. Ya break your nose? Oh, ew, look at your elbow! Ginny wiggled her nose around a bit. It didn't feel that out of sorts, but she figured she might as well get it checked out, despite her dislike of the hospital wing. The elbow, on the other hand, hurt like hell, though she would never admit it. "I'm going to go to the hospital wing. I don't think my nose broken or anything, but my elbow actually looks pretty gross."
Covering her nose with her hand, she walked back up to the school and up to the fifth floor, where the hospital wing. Gee, did she feel dumb when she walked in and realized she hurt herself doing something so stupid, when there were probably others who were more seriously injured than her...Or not. One look around the place showed that no one had gotten injured today, other than herself. Madame Chapman, one of the younger nurses, was busying herself making beds, and seemed to be the only one in there.
"Excuse me, Madame Chapman, I hurt my nose and my elbow and I was wondering if you could help me." Well of course she could, she is a nurse after all! All Ginny really wanted immediately was something to put up to her nose other than her hand.
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Post by SAMANTHA CHAPMAN on Aug 9, 2012 19:18:28 GMT -5
Samantha stripped the blanket off of the bed that was furthest from the entrance of the Hospital Wing. She was about to rip off the sheet as well, but she heard a faint voice come from the entrance of the ward. Tossing her multi-colored hair over her shoulder, she stood up straight and glanced towards the entrance. She recognized the flash of bright red hair: Ginny Weasley. The fourth year had found her way into the Hospital Wing several times before for something Quidditch related or something along those lines. Samantha didn’t remember specifically, she just remembered tending to the girl’s wounds before.
“Weasley,” she said, quickly walking the long way down the ward to the entrance. Her heels clacked loudly against the tile floor and echoed in the room, until she arrived in front of the girl. “Alright, what happened this time?” she asked, feigning annoyance that she would be taking care of Ginny. Those that had dealt with her before would know that Samantha’s attitude was purely an act. She enjoyed the company and the excuse to get away from her paperwork.
She wrapped an arm gently around Ginny and steered her towards the bed closest to the entrance to the ward. Samantha carefully pushed on the student so that she was sitting down on the bed. Pulling her wand out of a holster that she had fashioned out of leather strips at her hip, she waved it, conjuring some healing items to fly out of the cupboard and levitate in the air next to her. “Let’s see,” she said, carefully moving Ginny’s face up to examine her nose. |
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Post by GINEVRA WEASLEY on Aug 9, 2012 20:04:10 GMT -5
This wasn't the first time she had been in the hospital wing. No, not by a long shot. Whether she was visiting an injured friend (coughHarryPottercough) or being the injured friend, the hospital wing was no stranger to her. Many of the nurses knew her by name and were used to her being injured in some sort. Well, one won't win a Quidditch match by being gentle! She swore some of them thought she was a deathtrap, but of course no one could compare to Harry, Hermione, and Ron...
Okay, so Madame Chapman did recognize her. And didn't sound the happiest to see her, but she didn't blame the woman. Although she always acted harsh, Ginny knew that Mrs. Chapman liked her job and many of the people she ran into. How could Madame Chapman not love Ginny? As she got steered over to one of the newly made beds, she tried making her story sound a little bit better, and came up with nothing. "I, uh, tripped. Over a rock...while racing my friend." And lost to the rock, not to mention Jonathan too. "I somehow smacked my face on the ground and managed to land on my elbow in a way that gave me...that." She waved her bloody elbow.
Ginny sat down on the bed as directed, waiting for the verdict on her face and arm. She reluctantly took her hand down from her nose and found it stained in red. Disgusting The blood had traveled down her nose and towards her mouth, so clearly, she must have looked gruesome. She sat there, annoyed at herself for racing him in the first place. "So do you think I'll live?"
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Post by SAMANTHA CHAPMAN on Aug 9, 2012 21:13:16 GMT -5
Samantha couldn’t help but laugh at Ginny’s story. She had been expecting something a little more intense than a race gone bad with a friend. “Oh, yeah, those rocks will get you every time,” she said with a grin and a shake of her head. She tossed her hair over her shoulder once more and grabbed one of the cloths from the floating pile next to her.
Samantha paused in doing this, though, when she saw Ginny’s elbow. She closed her eyes as the scent of blood filled her nostrils. After taking a moment to compose herself, she opened her eyes again. As just a half-vampire, normally the scent of blood really didn’t bother her too much, but this was a pretty fair amount of blood and she certainly wasn’t prepared for it.
She leaned in a little bit to examine the student’s nose. “It’ll be close, but I think you’ll survive. Looks to me like your nose just suffered a little bit of trauma, which was what caused your nose to start bleeding,” she said, tapping the cloth with her wand to make it wet. Ever so gently, she began to wipe the blood away from Ginny’s mouth and nose. Next, she tapped the girl’s nose with her wand to heal it and stop the bleeding.
Samantha nestled onto the bed next to Ginny and gently took the wounded arm. “Tell me if this hurts,” she said, carefully starting to bend Ginny’s arm. |
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Post by GINEVRA WEASLEY on Aug 9, 2012 21:44:42 GMT -5
Yep, she should have been expecting that laugh. Her story was ridiculous, and sadly true as well. "Tell me about it. That one was vicious rock. It almost just came out and attacked me." she said with a chuckle. "I suppose this is one of the few times I've come in here with some injury that wasn't related to Quidditch." Nope, this one was from pure stupidity and obliviousness. If she had ran just a few more inches to the right, this whole bloody mess would have been avoided. But of course, Ginny wasn't so lucky.
Ginny was glad Madame Pomfrey wasn't the one in the hospital wing at the moment. As much as that woman cared for her patients, she probably would have scolded Ginny somehow and would not have appreciated her wise-cracks. Madame Chapman suddenly looked sick. Did nurses get sick looking at blood? That seemed a bit...unorthodox. "Are you alright?" Did it look that gross? She put her arm in a position where the nasty blood covered mess wasn't as visible to her or the nurse.
"I'd calling hitting my nose full force on the ground pretty traumatic." she said with a chuckle. Her nose should have been broken, but she had somehow managed to avoid some lasting damage to her face. Ginny let the woman wipe the blood off her face, and was glad that nastiness wasn't crusting over her nose or mouth anymore. "So this is what your job brings you. The Pink To- Umbridge and kids who don't know how to stay on their own two feet." she said with a smirk.
The next order of business was her arm. Mrs. Chapman took her arm carefully and started bending it. Okay...okay...okay...OW. "Ah, stopstopstop please!" When it got to a certain point, it felt like her arm was on fire. Great, did she end up breaking something? Hopefully it was just badly bruised because those healed faster and she could play Quidditch as soon as possible.
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Post by SAMANTHA CHAPMAN on Aug 9, 2012 22:09:08 GMT -5
To completely honest, around Hogwarts, an attacking rock wouldn’t be entirely unbelievable, but Samantha was pretty sure that wasn’t the case in this particular situation. “I can imagine. I’m surprised you made it out alive,” bantered Samantha. She really wouldn’t be surprised if someone came in claiming that a rock had attacked them…she had seen some pretty weird things as nurse at Hogwarts. “Yeah, that was really what I was expecting. You’re on the Gryffindor team now, aren’t you?” she asked, making casual conversation. Yet again, not caring to follow the decrees.
Samantha mentally kicked herself for falling weak at the scent of the blood. She didn’t mind if people found out about her vampirism, but she certainly didn’t go shouting about it, either. Samantha doubted that someone like Ginny would really care, but with someone like Umbridge running things at the school, she had to be a little more careful than she usually might be. “Oh, yeah,” she said, waving Ginny’s concern away,”I’m fine.” Good thing Samantha was so pale, otherwise she would have looked even more sick than she probably already did.
She grinned a crooked grin and laughed at Ginny’s comments. “Don’t worry, you can call her the Pink Toad if you want. It seems pretty fitting,” she said, shrugging and tossing the used cloth into a bin by the door,”Anyway, I don’t mind this stuff. Better this than telling people how intimate they’re allowed to get.” She was speaking in regards to one of the decrees where Umbridge stated that nothing more intimate than a handshake was to be done.
“Okay, okay,” said Samantha, quickly stopping when she heard Ginny’s cries,”It’s definitely broken then.” She tapped Ginny’s arm with her wand once, which got rid of the blood, tapped it a second time, which mostly healed the break, and a third time, which put the girl’s arm in a splint and bandage. “How’s that feel? It’s not completely healed, you’ll have to give it a day of rest, mkay? So no Quidditch and stay away from attacking rocks,” she said with a grin. |
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Post by GINEVRA WEASLEY on Aug 10, 2012 18:15:39 GMT -5
"Yeah, it was a pretty dangerous situation." In these few minutes, she saw Madame Chapma's real personality, and she liked it. She had a good sense of humour with a nice wit. As a staff member, it was mostly expected to be professional, so it could be hard to show your true colors. Now with Umbridge around, it was almost impossible to be unique. With her, it was impossible to do just about everything though. Ginny and Mrs. Chapman's chatter was techincally banned, but naturally, no one cared about those darn decrees.
Ginny smiled. "Yeah, I made it in this year. I'm a chaser. Do you like Quidditch?" Gin thought the people that didn't like Quidditch were crazy, but not everyone liked sports. She didn't really like music-related things, and the musical people thought she was crazy. How did people play instruments anyway? All those strings and keys and sheet music! How the heck are you suppose to read all those note things that are all over the place?! Ginny didn't see how the alphabet had anything to do with it.
Ginny dismissed the weirdness towards her elbow. Nothing even close to vampire came through her mind, so she wasn't at all suspicious. "I wish I could dye my hair like yours. My mum would never allow me, and besides, nothing looks good in red." She said, fingering a strand of her bright red hair. Some people said they wanted her hair, but she didn't understand why. It seemed great to have just brown or blonde hair; simple colors that didn't draw a lot of attention.
"Everyone around the castle has been calling her that- or some variation. I didn't know the staff did too." Ginny said, laughing. The only staff member she may think to call Umbridge such names was McGonagall, which was surprising in the sense that she was usually a very proper woman, but not surprising when one saw how the two reacted. "Or banning my brothers' own items they make. They haven't paid any mind to it though, of course." If anything, they were making more than before. People would do anything to annoy Umbridge, although preferably without getting caught (with the Inquisitorial Squad sneaking around it was harder for things to go unnoticed or unpunished).
"Broken?" Damn rock... A few taps later and her arm was in a splint, feeling a bit better but still sore. "Only a day? Okay, maybe then Angelina won't completely kill me..."
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Post by SAMANTHA CHAPMAN on Aug 10, 2012 19:25:17 GMT -5
”You’re lucky you got out of there in pretty much one piece,” said Samantha, enjoying the banter with Ginny Weasley. She could give off an intimidating first impression, so the majority of the students merely kept quiet while she was tending to them. Either that or they were so paranoid to follow the decrees that they kept their mouth shut because of that stupid ‘no teacher and student interaction’ decree. Really, if Umbridge wanted the respect that she so greatly desired, she should try not acting like a paranoid little kitten. Or at least, that’s what Samantha thought. People needed to learn to not be so sensitive.
“Well, congratulations. Yeah, I like Quidditch; I actually played for a few years when I went to school here,” she said, half-shrugging. She was surprised that Ginny got picked to play Chaser. She has the perfect body type for it, after all: small and dainty. Ginny could probably whip through the air pretty quickly and she had the agility to dodge bludgers and other players. Samantha had been a beater when she was at school. She may have been tiny, but she had a lot of strength pent up in that tiny body.
“Sorry to hear about what Umbridge did to the team, by the way,” she said, rolling her eyes,”Wasn’t there some sort of fight or something?” In her opinion, everyone had to get in at least one good fight in their lives; it was healthy and good for maturity. Anyone that said anything otherwise was a big wimp and probably couldn’t hold their own in a fight.
Samantha raised her eyebrows when Ginny made the comment about her hair. She smiled and grabbed some of her green locks to look at before turning her attention back to the student. “Well, why not do a test run while you’re at school where your mom won’t see? You could try like…a light blue or a light purple; that would look pretty cool,” she said, shrugging her shoulders. She was probably the only staff member that would promote dying your hair strange colors. “And if Umbridge gives you a hard time, tell her I told you to do it to help lower your blood pressure,” she said, grinning. Red heads did tend to have high blood pressure issues.
“Well, I don’t think it’s a secret that literally nobody likes her around here,” she said with a laugh. There were the select Slytherin students that appreciated what the new High Inquisitor was doing around the school, but practically everyone else abhorred the woman. “Good. Tell them to keep up the good work. As long as they keep their pranks out of my ward,” she said with a wink.
“Angelina? Who’s that?” she asked, tilting her head to the side, trying to place the name with a face. |
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