Out of Time -OPEN-

[emi kaisar multin]

The curly red-head had a knack of hurting herself one way or another. Whether or not she would slip on some ice or run into a door way, or just end up tripping over her own two feet, she was constantly in the hospital wing. Today it had been she fell out of her bed and right on to the floor and fell on to her numerous amount of crap laying right beside her bed. Her arm hurt and she felt like she'd done some real damage to it this time. She held on to her left arm with her right hand to keep it from swinging anywhere and getting more hurt than it was. Then again, she had a knack for over exaggerating things as well. Either way, it was going to be interesting to see the nurse's face when she explained what had happened this time. Kaisar felt like the nurse was getting annoyed by seeing her in the wing basically once a week now, but if she got hurt, then she got hurt.

She shook her head as she took her walk of shame to the medical wing. Once she got in there, the nurse was no where to be found at the moment, so she just took a seat on one of the cots. She swung her legs back and forth because her feet couldn't touch the ground on account of she was so small. She watched out of the hall as other people passed the halls of Hogwarts, talking to their friends and their 'significant other' as she sat alone. She sighed. She couldn't stand teenage couples. They just said "I love you" way to fast and then broke up within the next couple of weeks. She rolled her eyes. Then again, she probably knew that no boy could handle her. Now that she was more hyper, she wasn't sure if a guy could handle her.

On that note, she knew that no one could handle her hyper-ball of happiness. The red-head had not that bad of a temper, but could easily get angered if the person stepped on the wrong subject. And her being trained as a boxer and fighter didn't really bode well for ther person that came across her on the wrong day. She put that to the side of her mind and went back to her arm. She rolled up her long sleeve shirt on her left side to see if she had bruised herself. The bruise went from a few inches above her wrist to about her elbow-ish area. She stuck her tongue out and then rolled her white sleeve back down. She got back up out of the cot and began to wonder around the hospital area, trying to find the nurse. If she didn't find her soon, she'd just come back after her classes were over. She could not afford to miss any classes. Her professor would probably end up killing her if she gave the excuse "she was in the nurse's office" again. Her potions teacher was just evil and seemed to not have a heart for anything dealing with injuries. She was a clutz. Get over it. Actually, that's what her teacher told her to do every time she came late. She sighed as she went back over to the cot she was sitting on and was going to sit there for about five more minutes or so before leaving.

i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying

[timothy cupid justin]

Tim was on a break from St Mungo's, at least for a few days. Apparently Hogwarts was short of nurses so Mungos had agreed to send in some of their staff to help out until the positions were filled. Tim didn't mind, he loved coming back to the school he graduated from. The school that helped him to be what he wanted to be, a healer. "Come along Winny." Tim beckoned, as a small house elf found it's way around the corner of the corridor and obediently followed him. Winny had been given freedom decades ago, back when she worked for Tim's mother, but Winny never stopped serving them. She adamantly refused. Tim had asked her to accompany him as an extra pair of hands for the extreme cases. He remembered the days when he used to bully other students, days he regretted now. He could do some nasty things.

So he expected the worst when he walked into the hospital wing. Instead there was an attractive redhead sat waiting. He almost felt shy to walk up to her, before remembering that it was his job. Clearing his throat, he slowly approached her. "Hi, I'll be your healer today whilst the nursing staff is undergoing changes." he told her formally. Observing her, there didn't seem to be anything wrong. Then again things weren't always as they seemed, he wasn't one to jump to hasty conclusions. Even though plenty of students did claim trivial reasons for going to the hospital wing. The truth was just that they wanted to skip class. Someone who looked as anxious as this girl did though was unlikely to be the type. Then again, he always repeated that things weren't always as they seemed. Perhaps he'd better find out.

Winny took a seat beside the cot and sat quietly until she was needed. Tim gave her a warm smile as a thank you and turned back to his patient. "So, um, what's up?" he asked, losing his professionalism at the very last second. She must think he was a total idiot.

[emi kaisar multin]

Emi sat up and swung her legs back and forth, being a tiny girl of only an inch or so above five feet. She looked down and placed her hands in her lap. This was getting to be a pain in itself now. She would just come back later she supposed and was about to get up when she finally heard footsteps. Her curly, red headed self looked up to not find the nurse, but a man. She tried not to make any movements of surprise, but she didn't exactly mind. He was, attractive looking to her. But, she didn't need to think of those things. She just needed to get to class after she made sure her arm was okay. The man cleared his throat and mentioned that the nursing staff was undergoing changes. She nodded and realized that the nurse was getting to be a grouch nowadays. Well, maybe it was just to her since she was in here with new cuts and bruises basically everyday.

However, the girl was getting better about it. She carried bandaids on her at all times and had her own little first aid kit in her room that the nurse had given her as a "present". She kept it under her bed for easy access just in case something had happened or whatever. She focused back on the guy. She hadn't really seen him around before, so he probably was brought in from somewhere else for the time being. He seemed younger than most doctors she has ever visited, but looks could be deceiving. Her mom looked like she was thirty when she was really in her forties, so it could happen that this guy could really be a thirty-five year old for all she knew. She then just noticed his house elf. She smiled when the guy thanked her; she hated when house elves were treated with disrespect. She just wanted to punch their masters.

He then looked at her and asked her what's up. What's up? What kind of doctor was this? She put it out of her mind, "The sky." She flashed him a quick smile. She was such a smart ass, but oh well. "Just kidding. Just kidding. When I got out of bed, well, actually rolled out of it, I fell on my pile of books among other things." She showed him her arm, which now had a nasty-looking bruise on it, "I can tell that it's not broken, but as you can see, it has developed a nice looking bruise." She had been hurt enough to know that it wasn't broken, because that hurt. She broke her leg when she was about eight and she could not stop screaming in pain. Worst experience ever.

The guy probably thought she was skipping by now. A bruise? So what? She thought she might want to save herself, "I just wanted to come make sure that I didn't like, fracture anything." She had some of those before. Like her jaw when Gavin got her good when the two were messing around. She thought that it just hurt a lot, but no. Fractured. She needed to get her senses to kick in more so she could tell if something was just hurting or something was truly wrong. She was down here way to much.

i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying

[timothy cupid justin]

Tim inspected the arm from a distance, for the reasons of personal space. It definitely wasn't broken, but before he could tell her that she explained that she'd figured that part out for herself. Well, that made his job easier. Some people couldn't tell the difference between a cut and minor injury. Then again he supposed in some cases it wasn't so simple to inspect. He chuckled at her joke, even if it was one he could see coming. He still supposed it was nice to have a sense of humour. He could tell from how focused she was on his being there that she was expecting some kind of regular nurse. He smirked at her staring at him, like his presence was bizarre. Getting out his hand, the tip of the wand glowed brightly as Tim waved it over the bruise. It acted almost like an x-ray except it recorded magic information too. So any hexes, jinxes, charms that were put on the person would also show up.

He moved closer toward the bruise whilst doing this, eyes squinting as the wand approached the surface of the skin. He couldn't see what was wrong, except a slight bruising. So that seemed to be all it was. He looked harder though, just to be thorough. Things weren't always as they seemed, a recurring motto. He must never forget it.

Finally taking his wand away, he gave her his diagnosis. "Ok so no fracture, it really does seem like you've just bruised it slightly. There's no major damage here. Do you have a class to get to? I can write you a note if you need to explain to your professor why your late." he offered.

[emi kaisar multin]

The guy had just looked at her arm from a distance at first. At her joke, he kind of laughed, which was good for her. Means if he would be sticking around here longer than a week or two, she might actually get a new friend, even if he was older. She liked having older friends; they just seemed a little more mature. Of course they were mature though; they were older for a reason, but sometimes younger adolescence could surprise even the oldest of people. She was somewhere in the middle. Her life wouldn't be half as much fun if she was trying to act twenty years above her age. Then again, she knew when it was time to call it quits and time to act more grown-up than she actually was.

The man had gotten his wand and waved it over her bruise. She looked at it as it glowed, but quickly shut her eyes because the glow became a little unbearable for her to just look at. She noticed that he had moved closer, looking at the wand when it had touched her. The bruise was still fresh, so she kind of winced a little when it touched, but didn't make any sudden movements that he would notice. After a few more minutes, he finally took the wand away. She looked up at him as he explained the situation. He said that there was no fracture, just got a bruise. She rolled her sleeve back down, carefully, over her arm. He asked if he needed to write her a note to her class for being late, explaining why the tardiness. She shook her head, "Nah. The professor will just yell at me anyways. I have a knack for injuring myself and the note wouldn't make a difference."

Emi hopped up off the cot, almost loosing her balance. After re-gaining her light-headedness for being immobile for so long, she picked up her books and cradled them in the arm that wasn't fallen on this morning. She made sure she had everything before deciding to call it a day and leave the wing for the day, maybe. She looked back up at the male, "My name is Emi. I prefer Kaisar. If you're here for awhile, I can assure that you will be seeing a lot of me." She didn't mean to sound like the bearer of bad news or anything, it just turned out to be that way. Her. A champion boxer/fighter and she couldn't even stand without loosing her balance or tripping over something. She began walking towards the exit, very slowly. She really didn't want to go to class. Her professor was so mean to her. That's what she gets for taking history of magic. All her friends, well or something close to it, told her that the professor was a grouch, but did she listen? No. Stubborn she was.

i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying