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Post by vix on Jan 6, 2009 21:03:50 GMT
Pain. That's all it was. Painful, and a pain in the backside. Headaches ground on Pricilla's nerves like cheese on a grater, and her nerves weren't the best for grinding. That is, unless you wanted your head ripped off. Maybe not the violent, but grinding her nerves wouldn't do you any favours.
Strolling into the Hospital Wing, she saw only a few students laying on the beds, and most of them had dozed off. Sneaking into the medicene cupboard, she began to rummage through the shelves and cupboards, checking the labels on the various bottles of potions, and boxes of pills. She finally found something that would soothe her headache, a pale green vial with a light (as in not heavy) purple potion within. She turned around to exit the cupboard, before she noticed someone in the doorway.
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Post by Albus Potter on Jan 20, 2009 1:14:46 GMT
Albus was taking his normal stroll among the corridors of Hogwarts, glancing about and eyeing the students wearily. Hands jammed in his cloack which had been carelessly thrown over his robes, he continued to make his way down the hall. He had no intentions of scolding a student caught with any controbands or showing disproving behavior unless he must. He had been a student once, and could quite understand their behavior. Though he refused to admit it to his students, especially those who do show rather distasteful behavior, he was a troublemaker during his Hogwarts days, pranking the Gryffindorks. He wasn't as bad as his older brother though who had made himself reputation just as great as the Marauders or the infamous Weasley twins, known as his uncles.
Al found himself passing the Hospital Wing in which he chose to stop to peek in, merely to check on the students. Instead he caught a professor taking medicine out of the cabinet, possibly no permission from the nurse. He leaned against the doorwar, smirking slightly at the sight. Soon enough, she noticed him as she turned around with a vial. Al instantly recognized the purple potion, a cure for headaches. Unlike his dad and brother, he actually was good at Potions, but found it dreadfully boring. He had loved the excitement within Defense Against the Dark Arts, hence the reason why he was teaching the class. Deciding that it was best to say something instead of just stare, he pulled himself off of the doorway, hands still jammed into his pockets.
"Well, what do we have here?" he smirked. His famous smirk that he had perfected when he was younger as a Slytherin, an expression that was constantly plastered on his face when he was at Hogwarts. But chose to reveal itself every so often when the situation presented itself. "Headache, I assume?"
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Post by vix on Jan 20, 2009 21:16:32 GMT
pricilla rolled her eyes sarcastically. "No, not a headache. My bloodstream lacks alcohol, that's the problem." She wasn't an alcoholic, she would never allow her self to reach that point, although she hadn't had even a small drink in quite a while. "And what brings your here Mr. Potter?" She asked, trying to divert from the potion in her hand, even if it was perfectly harmless. She had her wand in her other hand, and flicked it slightly, a small orange spark consuming the vial, and transporting it to her office, leaving it on the bedside table in the attatched dormitory.
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