Post by Thomas Lucre on Dec 30, 2007 19:45:07 GMT -5
With blindingly quick strides, a small black feline bounded through the paths leading to the various buildings on the campus. It was the currently unregistered animagus Lucre, whom had only just recently gained his abilities to transform his entire body to that of a common household cat. That was the fated form the ages had granted his body, and personally it suited the young Slytherin nicely. However, those details were not important at the moment: someone's life may be in danger.
Lucre's black-with-gold-slitted eyes darted about at an alarming rate, trying to remember which building the hospital wing was in. Occasionally weaving beneath the long-skirts of female students passing by, the tomcat had to strain not to ram into anyone's ankles from such distracting feats of agility. He then caught a glimpse of an opened window from one of the buildings; a nurse was tending to someone in bed.
Hah, so that's where it is!
Bounding up a tree that led a path to the set of windows comprising the nurse's wing, Tom-Cat scoured the old oak with an awe-striking speed that trancended the urgency of your average house cat. Leaping in mid air, the cat performed a transformation back into the fully clothed human he was earlier, and caught onto the railing of a balcony window. He then flung the screen door open to the nurse's wing, a gust of wind blowing in from behind his coat.
"Please, are there any beds available? There's an emergency!" his tone of voice was deeply urgent, and though there may have been patients in need of tender and critical care at the moment, the situation Lucre was in was just as dire; something was wrong with his friend, and he needed priority treatment promptly upon arrival. And that meant having a clean bed ready for him.
Lucre's black-with-gold-slitted eyes darted about at an alarming rate, trying to remember which building the hospital wing was in. Occasionally weaving beneath the long-skirts of female students passing by, the tomcat had to strain not to ram into anyone's ankles from such distracting feats of agility. He then caught a glimpse of an opened window from one of the buildings; a nurse was tending to someone in bed.
Hah, so that's where it is!
Bounding up a tree that led a path to the set of windows comprising the nurse's wing, Tom-Cat scoured the old oak with an awe-striking speed that trancended the urgency of your average house cat. Leaping in mid air, the cat performed a transformation back into the fully clothed human he was earlier, and caught onto the railing of a balcony window. He then flung the screen door open to the nurse's wing, a gust of wind blowing in from behind his coat.
"Please, are there any beds available? There's an emergency!" his tone of voice was deeply urgent, and though there may have been patients in need of tender and critical care at the moment, the situation Lucre was in was just as dire; something was wrong with his friend, and he needed priority treatment promptly upon arrival. And that meant having a clean bed ready for him.