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Midnight in the Wing || OPEN Dec 2, 2012 19:56:47 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2012 19:56:47 GMT -8

Poppy Pomfrey stood in front of the large potions cabinet that was in her office section of the Hospital Wing. Her fingers brushed over the contents that were on the second level of the cupboard, surveying all the potions that were left there. Her fingers touched the bottle that was hidden behind two others and she pulled it out quickly, examining it. It was the Wolfsbane Potion that she had recently cooked up with the help of Slughorn. It was supposed to make the werewolf transition go smoother, but she had her doubts. In her opinion, there wasn’t enough wolfsbane in the potion to keep the demons that ailed the werewolves down for more than a few hours. But, she supposed that wasn’t the point. The point was to keep them aware of their situation; to keep them coherent throughout the whole thing. Then, they would be able to keep tabs on themselves and Poppy wouldn’t have to worry about another student being sent into her care with the horrors of a scratch or bite. She bit down on her lip, ”Poor Remus-” She breathed as she thought about the boy that had sparked her interest in the entire thing.

She turned the bottle over in her palm, trying to read the label that she had scrawled on the back, ”Two capfuls or one?” She asked herself, tilting her head slightly to the side. The lighting in the Hospital wing was terrible at night without the lanterns turned on, but Poppy hated using them when she didn’t need them. A bloody waste of fuel in her opinion. It was then that she noticed that the light that was coming from the doorway was interrupted for a moment and Poppy realized that there was someone blocking it. A shadow was cast from the doorway all the way to the edge of the cabinet where the light seemed to stop. Which meant that someone had been standing there for a good deal of time before she had noticed their presence. Slightly unnerved by the thought, Poppy kept her eyes trained on the cabinet, trying not to let on that she was suddenly spooked by their appearance.

”Have you come to spy on me, or are you hurt?” She asked, her voice cutting through the silence. She didn’t bother to turn around to see who it was that was standing in the doorway; it didn’t matter to her. If it was a patient, then they would have their fixings and be on their merry way and if it wasn’t - well, she would deal with them accordingly, ”It’s a little late to be out past hours. So tell me-” She turned around slowly, sliding the Wolfsbane Potion into the pocket of her white apron and then moving a few steps forward, trying to see who it was that was standing there. The light from behind them distorted their face, making it impossible to identify who it was that had made the appearance in the Hospital Wing tonight, ”What’ll it be tonight?”

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Midnight in the Wing || OPEN Dec 6, 2012 7:21:12 GMT -8

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Post by kist on Dec 6, 2012 7:21:12 GMT -8

Kisten leaned heavily against the door frame feeling quite unable to move without injuring something. It was very late, or felt that way, and his nightly routine had gone a little awry. While he should be dead asleep right now, he was feeling very ill. Ill enough that he was actually going to ask Madam Poppy Pompfrey for help. The fact that he was here at all would shock most that took notice of his stand-offish behavior.

He hadn't noticed how long he had been standing there, focusing more on not allowing himself to get sick or fall over. As every organ inside his body roiled in discontent, he had to close his eyes to try and calm himself. He stood just like that until Poppy realized he was there and addressed him.

Furrowing his brow, the professor glanced up at her slowly. I believe I had something a bit dodgy at supper, He answered, carefully pushing himself away from the wall and taking an unsteady step forward. That something dodgy had nothing to do with the food, however. It was a bad concoction of alcohols that ailed him. He would never admit his issue, however, seeing as it was no one's business but his own.

I don't mean to be a bother. I'll just take your recommended antidote and be on my way. The brunette man would have offered a smile to seem more sincere, but his focus on remaining standing and not being physically ill was too divided already. Sadly, he could only hold onto one goal while away from a support system. His knees buckled, dropping him on his arse where he was quite a bit happier. With the closer proximity to the floor, a touch of his dizziness had eased. Hooray, one small step in the right direction then.

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Midnight in the Wing || OPEN Dec 6, 2012 9:04:24 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2012 9:04:24 GMT -8

Upon hearing the voice that greeted her from the darkness, Poppy realized that the person in the doorway wasn’t a student out after hours by any means, in fact, it was a Professor. Silently she was cursing herself for being so rude to the adult who was on her level, but it wasn’t her fault that she had to constantly be on high alert. The children of Hogwarts drove her mad. She began trying to identify to whom the voice belonged and she eventually came to the conclusion that it was Professor Nashton, the Ghoul Studies Professor. Not a man that she often came into contact with, she knew little about him except that he often preferred to sit at the end of the staff table during formal meals. She would have apologized to him, but Nashton immediately made a lurch forward and seemed to be unsteady on his feet after commenting that he had eaten something dodgy. Poppy could only ascertain what it had been that would cause him to be so violently ill, ”Professor, perhaps you should-” She moved forward, her heels clicking against the stone pavement of the Hospital Wing as she eyed him carefully, trying to judge his current state of being.

”You’re not a bother at all. I do wish that you would sit down on a bed, Kisten-” She said, using his first name in lieu of his Professor-title. Rarely had she had to deal with him on a normal basis, so she could only imagine if he was this stubborn every day. She walked a few more feet forward when she began to see the buckling in his knees. Immediately, her pace quickened and she was at once swiftly by his side, one hand around his shoulders and the other wrapped around his wrist, feeling for his pulse. It was her primary concern to make sure that the man was still pumping blood through his body: everything else would come in due time.

Inhaling slightly to ease her nerves, she smelled something sickly on his breath. Something alcoholic. Knowing better than to pass judgement and also knowing that she had a medical duty to preform, she decided to ignore it and focus on the new task at hand: trying to get Professor Nashton into a hospital bed so that she could administer some sort of Dizziness reduction potion and perhaps give him a bucket that he could vomit into for the rest of the night. She would have to keep him for surveillance at least until the morning, she knew that much, ”As much as I would like to say that I’m strong enough to lift you, I’m afraid you’re going to have to give me a little help.” She said, keeping her voice low and steady, ”I’m going to try and get you to the hospital bed that’s right there. Do you think you can stand for that long?” Poppy asked, her fingertips tightening around his wrist.

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Midnight in the Wing || OPEN Dec 8, 2012 9:25:27 GMT -8

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Post by kist on Dec 8, 2012 9:25:27 GMT -8

The professor, when in his right mind, was usually rather helpful when it came to him doing something of his own accord. He could walk perfectly fine, remain standing straight, even knock people down a few pegs verbally. This was not the case. Something in his cabinet had gone sour. It was the only explanation as he had drank just about every combination available so he knew his stomach could handle how volatile the various spirits could be within the human body.

He had to push through all of that to try and actually be of use to the poor woman he was irritating currently. Her job might be to cure ailments, but he didn't care to put himself under the category of "patient" as that would mean he was putting someone else in charge. He glanced at her as she suddenly appeared at his side. He frowned a little having missed a few seconds, clearly.

He gave one long blink, processing her words and took in a deep breath. Quite rude of me, He announced. Terribly sorry, I'll move. Kisten started moving, carefully shifting himself so he could get to his feet. He may have taken her support more than he cared to. Unfortunately he needed to.

He shuffled his feet over to the target bed and allowed himself to collapse down onto it. He stared down at the floor, frowning harder. I am unaccustomed to this, He confessed quietly. He did not like seeking others to deal with his problems. He was self-sufficient and required no one to help him through things. Typically.

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Midnight in the Wing || OPEN Dec 9, 2012 18:38:26 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2012 18:38:26 GMT -8

Poppy wasn’t sure what to make of the entire situation, of that much she was certain. She knew that she could have probably made copious amounts of assertions about what he had been doing previous to this, but she also saw the clear look of pain that was written across his face. That was the one thing in the world that Poppy had a soft spot for; she couldn’t stand the idea of others being in pain especially when she knew that there was most certainly something that she could be doing for them. His words were slow, but he tried to maintain his composure as he seemed to be apologizing, something that Poppy couldn’t quite understand, ”Heavens, don’t apologize.” She breathed as she felt his weight slump over onto her thin frame. She was thankful that he was able to get up by himself but knew that she would have to do a lot of the guiding: he was hardly in a position to move by himself. She kept her hand on his wrist, making sure that she could feel a pulse at all times. An odd quirk of hers, but she had to know that her patients weren’t having a raised heart-rate at any point. The very thought scared her half to death.

”Careful, now,” She breathed as he managed to get onto the bed. His collapse only strengthened her assertion that he was probably worse off than he was letting on. ‘Everyone puts on a brave face, Pop,’ She reminded herself. She had been working as a healer for a few years now and was beginning to see the similarities between all of her patients. He muttered his feelings about the situation and Poppy had to bite down on her lip to make sure that she didn’t laugh out-right. The poor fellow, he looked like he was miserable sitting there on that bed, ”Happens to everyone, trust me.” She said, fluffing the pillows that were behind him and then moving so that she was in front of him.

She put her hands on her hips as she stared at him, ”Lay back.” Her voice was stern, almost uncaring, but it was her eyes that usually gave her away. They were full of concern that she normally refused to show. She didn’t bother to see if he followed her instructions, but hurried toward the cupboard where she knew that her potions were waiting. She had her fingers on an anti-dizzying mixture that she had cooked up a few days ago but paused, a thought crossing her mind, ”On second thought-” She realized that she was forgetting something vital. She grabbed a bowl off one of the tables and returned to Kisten, putting it on the bed beside him, ”Do not throw up on my sheets,” She breathed, nodding toward the bowl that she had brought him, ”Now tell me what’s the matter with you.” She didn’t want to give him a potion that would interfere with whatever he had already taken...or done. She was wary enough as it were.