Post by Doctor Schmitt on May 7, 2006 11:42:38 GMT -5
"ALL OF YOU STEP AWAY FROM THE GIRL!"
The massive booming voice echoed through the dungeons, as from the stairs, the Doctor stepped down, not wearing his typical casual style clothing, nor teacher's robes. Rather, he was wearing the last thing anyone who had met him would ever in their wildest dreams expect him to wear at any time: His Doctor's Uniform.
He had his massive staff-wand in hand, and for once, a stern, solemn expression on his face. The cigarette in his mouth was burning brighter than ever before, as the stepped towards the group. This was his area of expertise, and a time for good judgement. For once, the "Crazy bests crazy" method would not work. Hell had already, and would be paid again all over the fate of this prefect. He had come at the right time.
However odd it seemed, the other professor already there, along with the nurse would normally have thought him to be a drifter, if he did not have the uniform, expression, and badge of teacher and psychologist. He went through the crowd, until he was between the Nephilim and Roan. He quickly dispelled the Sonorous charm on his voice, and looked almost vertically to meet the gaze of the damned creature. "Sir, though I honestly despise you, and your entire race, and what you have done in your pasts, I find it in my best judgement to restore her memories. But I warn you, if you cause any more damage than what has already been done to this girl at this time, I will say f**k every wizarding law, and kill you on the spot."
He then stepped aside, motioning for all of the students and staff to back away. He HAD had a normal day until the miniature explosion that rocked him, and the rest of the school. He was also moderately surprised by the dragons. He HAD planned on enjoying the delightful snacks that Ravenclaw had left him. He had also planned on calling the said Prefect up to his office, after hearing by pure rumor that she had disappeared, and came back different. But no, then she had to go and mess with forbidden magics. He knew all too well what could happen. Memory loss was good compared to what might have happened. Then again, the best way to learn is through experience...unfortunately.
His eyes were glancing around at everyone, and at the charred ground, the dragons, the students, but finally stayed fixed on the Nephilim. His staff was raised and aimed at the Nephilim the entire time. It was similar to holding a surgeon at gunpoint, and forcing him/her to save a life, but if one mistake made, the doctor dies. Really glum, and the Doctor despised every minute of it. So then, now it was time to wait...and then see if she was fine mentally afterwards. A psychological review...may she be alright...bg