Post by Adhara Naunet on Aug 24, 2009 22:41:45 GMT -5
Where was she?
Adhara tried to open her eyes but everything was a all white and blurry. She moaned and tried to lift her arm to rub her eyes, but pain shot down it and seemed to resonate in her head. The moan shifted to a groan and she gave up trying to move at all, including opening her eyes. Besides, the light hurt.
How had she gotten here? What silly things had she been doing this time....oh...Quidditch.
That was right, a bludger had hit her and she'd fallen from her broom. She must have hit the ground? Maybe she had a concussion? Obviously something had been or still was broken. All she could remember was the bludger and the pain and then blackness. Whatever had happened after was a mystery to the brunette. A very painful mystery.
You got all the skill you need, Individuality You got something Call it gumption Call it anything you want Because when you play the fool now You're only fooling everyone else You're learning to love yourself
Post by Sam Nanten on Aug 24, 2009 23:20:15 GMT -5
Samuel Nanten felt fleeting.
The usual cheery demeanor that accompanied his sharp wit was hidden away behind a placid, aloof disposition. Faint, distant, Sam felt like life was burning him out. Classes, people, Quiddich even, everything under the Iberian sun just seemed to get on his nerves. Though his new sharp haircut made him more noticably attractive, and his unruly locks easier to manage, he just did it so the heat wouldn't bother him as much. He was even dressed in an uncaring, minimalist fashion with a black teeshirt over a white long sleeve, tucked into a pair of blue jeans and blue cons.
On the note of Quiddich, Sam had recieved word of Miss Naunet, the pretty Charms professor whom participated in his first game. So much had happened so quickly, and he had lost a goal or two for his team with the many rookie mistakes he made, despite being fairly decent at goal keeping. It seemed that the impact of that bludger was rather awful for her dainty form, and that there was no telling the damage she would have suffered if she had been left to tumble all the way to the ground. Events whipped and tore at the boy on his broom, like a leaf in a storm. It was either snap back to that goal or dive down and catch Miss Naunet. What he wondered was why there was no medical staff on standby incase someone did get hurt. He had heard of a hufflepuff student taking some rather nasty injuries in his game against Slytherin.
Why did all these thoughts race through his mind as he strode peacefully down the halls, the boquet of blue roses resting at his shoulder like a folded up newspaper? The faintly pleasant scent tickled his nose, but he resisted sneezing. He checked in with the Nurse when he entered, and made his way to the patient's bed. A pair of chocolate stones, devoid of luster, skimmed the form of the professor as she rested with a hint of pain in her expression. Her arm was in a great cast, thought it was kept straight and didn't need to be suspended. The blonde Slytherin laid the boquet in a vase on the nightstand next to the bed.
Then, Sam stood there. He wasn't sure if he should take a seat or not. Why would he need to? He'd never talked to this woman before. Even if he felt like it, the woman was likely heavily sedated and was in no condition to recieve guests, familiar or no. It was silly, to think he'd even feel concern for her for no reason. Then again, he didn't have anywhere better to be at the moment. Classes and homework alike were finished, and-
Wow. His skinny ass was suddenly in the admittedly comfy seat next to the bed. His eyes caught a glimpse of a book on potions, also next to the vase. He supposed a quick read would serve as a good distraction from his muddled thoughts. It didn't seem like Miss Naunet would awaken anytime in that interval, and it was best if that was the case. He could just read his book and be on his way. He opened to the first page, a slightly more relaxed look gracing his features. His glasses slid down a centimeter, released from his furrowed brows.
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