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Oh the river, oh the river, it’s running free.
And oh the joy, oh the joy it brings to me.
But I know it’ll have to drown me,
Before I can breathe easy

And I’ve seen it in the flights of birds,
I’ve seen it in you.
The entrails of the animals,
The blood running through.

Cora Mercy Walsh

~ Mother of Six ~ Healer ~ Former Pureblood Gryffindor ~

{feeling: concerned} {thinking: what happened?} {with: Darius, Virgil, and Verily} {at: St. Mungo's}

Cora rushed into the lobby at the sound of shouting, and surveyed the three teens. A brown haired boy with vivid green eyes was currently having a moment with a redhaired girl, while a nearby nurse was holding a limp girl with unnatural white hair. She looked like she was barely breathing. Another boy, who looked somewhat similar to the boy with green eyes, was clinging to her arm like a confused child. She came to them just in time to hear the redhaired girl speak. The poor nurse looked a little overwhelmed by the situation. Cora jumped into action. "Take her to a bed on the fourth floor, please," she addressed the nurse, nodding to the girl. "Get her stable, give her something to help with the breathing. I'll be up as soon as I can." She glanced at the three teens."As for you three, follow me. You're going to tell me exactly how you got all these injuries, who inflicted what on who, because it's pretty obvious there was a duel, and what spells you can remember using. I also need your names and your parents' names, and the name of the half dead girl you just brought in." The blonde woman paused for a moment, and then her curt tone softened. "I know you must be very scared, and I can't tell you that things will be alright, but I'm going to do my best to help her. But I need to know what happened, okay?" She stepped into the lift, holding the door for the teens. "Come on then. In you go. By the way, I'm Cora Walsh, and I'm going to be your Healer." She pushed the button for the fourth floor, spell damage. She had six children, and her oldest wasn't that much younger than these kids. Hopefully the Ministry wouldn't be coming down on their heads for underage magic, and she felt a motherly pull at her heart. But she needed to be professional about this, and get things done.

The phrase "working mother" is redundant.

*Exit to Fourth Floor*

On the sea, on the sea and land over land.
Creeping and crawling like the sea over sand.
Still I follow heartlines on your hand.
And there’s fantasy, there’s fallacy, there’s tumbling stone.

 

  

♫ Pureblood ♫ Fourth Year ♫ Single ♫
 



After I've cried my ℓαṡτ, there'll be ๒єคยҭұ from pain 
And though I can't υи∂εяṡταи∂ why this ђคקקєภє๔ 
I ќиøω that I will when I look back ร๏๓є๔คұ
 


Verily blinked and stepped away from Darius when the nurse arrived. She turned to the woman and glanced at Jaslyn for a moment while the nurse asked her questions and Darius answered them to the best of his ability. She shrugged helplessly in answer. She hadn't been there when the dueling had started. She had only gotten to the clearing right as Jaslyn was hit, and with the thunder ringing out she hadn't been able to hear what spells were called out.

"I don't know what any of them were hit with. I only ran in at the last minute to try and stop them.... but it was to late. Jaslyn had been hurt and they were hurt... and it was just all so horrible." She whispered. Her voice was raw with shock. As she followed the nurse to the lift, she silently slid her hand into Darius' hoping for some ammount of comfort from him. She knew it was his sister that was hurt and dying and his battle, but she had been terrified of losing him and terrified for poor Jaslyn. She could still feel her heart pounding in her chest, adrenalin still pumping through her body.



Here I am at the єภ๔ of me. Tryin' to hold to what I can't ṡεε  
I forgot how to ђ๏קє. This night's been so ℓøиģ 
I cling to Your קг๏๓เรє. There will be a ∂αωи 
Though it won't be ҭ๏ค๔ұ, someday I'll нøρε again
 

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Chase yawned. Lime green did not suit him at all, for he who grew up with blue just felt slightly odd in another color. The Hogwarts graduate, now a full-time healer at St. Mungo's Hospital, still had a long way to go: he was naive to think that he could jump right in after getting his NEWT's. There were restrictions--tons of it--until he would get more experience. So, for now, he had to work under an aged healer until he was deemed knowledgeable enough to handle more "advanced" healing. Well, he wouldn't blame the system, because if he was dying, he would want a healer who knew what he was doing. Besides, there were much more spells, potions, and herbs unknown to the youth.

The seconds hand of a clock ticked nearby, and the minutes hand finally arrived on the mark that signaled it was time for Chase's hard-earned break. He discarded the latex gloves that he had been using. Frankly, he wasn't really keen on using magical versions of sanitation tools. It was scary. He might get laughed at, but for now, Chase would stick with muggle conventions.

The youth arrived at the ground floor, just to get a different view, but only to meet a young man leaking blood and talking to the receptionist. Damn. Chase went over to the man, nodded to the lady, "I will take care of it." He then addressed Nowaki, "Come with me."

Well that was a lie.

Legally, he couldn't do anything. "Third floor, right?"

Hopefully, the guy knew what he was doing. But third floor meant plant poisoning and fun stuff, meaning the wound might have more complications. Hopefully, the healers there can take care of it better than he could.

{ooc; accept my bullshit :u also, assume they have arrived at third floor?}