As you enter through the door for the first time, you wonder just what the news article was all about. Everything seems okay, nothing out of place. Pictures are straight on the walls; lounge area is tidy with the chairs straight and in place, and even the paper airplanes of notes seem to be running on schedule as they zoom past you, nearly missing your head.

As you keep walking forward, a large rounded desk sits in front of you and you recognize it as being the information desk. A nameplate sits on the top, Lucy Gusie, along with another tag that says, “Ring Bell For Service”. Obviously there is no one there to help you, so you must do as the tag says.

Ring the Bell.

When the bell rings, a loud cackling can be heard coming from a room to the side, almost a gooselike cackle. A woman suddenly appears with her back flat against the door as if someone pushed her and her hands are out to the side. She looks as if she is trying to hold the door down, but it is more herself that she is trying to hold back.

Upon taking closer notes of the strange being that has appeared, you notice that her hair seems to be slightly ratted out going every which way on top of her head. Her eyes are shifting back and forth as she keeps repeating the words, “Who’s ringing my bell?” Her clothing however seems to be slightly hanging off on one side as if she were in a fight with a werewolf or something with sharp fingernails.

Once the words begin to form in your head as to what she keeps repeating, you hear a blast in the background. It is the level of exploding cauldrons, back-firing wands, and other known artifacts but, this was supposed to be the hospital for the patients, not the actual doers themselves.

Franca stood outside the muggle entrance to St. Mungos. She was nervous and excited all at the same time. Her glasses were on top of her head and she pushed them down on her face so she could reread the Prophet article again. She took a few deep breaths and pulled a book out of her messenger bag "Dark Wizard Hunter for Dummies" She had taken a leave of absence from the make up counter to investigate whatever was going on at St. Mungos. She hoped if she cracked the case she could get into the Auror training program. She had been trying for 3 years to get in.

She squared her shoulders and walked in. She walked over to the information desk and rang the bell. She jumped at the cackle that seem to come from one of the rooms. "Get it together Franca," She told herself. She waited for someone to come out and help her. The woman that appeared did not look like she should be roaming the hospital on her own.

"Ma'am?" She asked raising an eyebrow trying to unravel what she kept repeating, but before she could ask a blast went off that almost sent Franca jumping out of her skin. "What is going on around here?" She asked looking around.

Yuuri was panting as he reached the doors of St. Mungo's. He didn't expect it to be this exciting. The mere memory of the first day he read the Prophet article gave him the chills. He had waited for this his entire life; the day he can apply all the things that he had learned from his DADA lessons. But the place was quite silent when he arrived. He never expected it to be this much. He opened the doors of the Hospital to let himself in.

The place was looking fine for him. It was his second time in the hospital, but he seemed to remember this hospital as a calm one. He cannot pin-point the exact words but there is a feel of hostility in the air. As he entered the room he had expected something out of the ordinary to welcome those interested to be in, to give the people a boost of adrenaline rush. He walk towards the table where he sees no one. He rang the bell twice to see if someone will answer. But he was startled by a loud bang which made him hide near the table with his face on the floor.

He looked and saw a woman behind the door of the next room. "Hello, Ma'am. Can you help me?"He said as he take a closer to the woman figure he saw. He was shook at the sight of a woman that seemed to be mystified or jinxed by somebody. "Ma'am are you okay?"He asked looking around for someone to help. "I am Yuuri. Are you alright?" He said trying to figure out what was going on

Lynne Tracy did not like being in the hospital...not one bit. Nevertheless, she had put a task in front of her and she wasn't going to back down.

Ringing the bell, she was disconcerted when the disheveled woman appeared. Then the racket started, 'Merlin's beard! What's all the noise?' she asked the harried woman behind the desk. 'Um, are you Lucy?'

The outside of the hospital seemed normal and she wasn't sure why everyone was worried. But then again outsides can often hide the hidden truths within the walls. She had never been a person for normal entrances and even when people were said to be going insane. She didn't care about what type of scene she was about to make. With on swift kick the doors to the hospitals main entrances flew open. Stanford walked slowly inside and could almost feel someone breathing down her neck.

Coffee brown eyes searched in every direction as a small woman walked towards the front desk. There were already a few people there but she didn't care about them. Eying the woman at the front desk who seemed horrible out of her mind. From a random skeptics view the woman seems like a crazy person who escaped their cell. But from a scientist view the madding woman seemed so very fascinating. Pushing pasted the few others; Stanford looked at the woman looking for any clues or signs as to what had happened her.

Just as her mind formed a very important sentences the sounds of explosions were going off in the distant back ground. "Look at me." she ordered as she need to examine the woman more closely. "I'm a doctor of sorts and I want to help you but I need to know what's happened to you?" she asked in a cold tone. The place seemed to perfect and yet this woman looked nutter then a nutterbutter candy bar. Something terrible was happening her and she wanted to discover the truth.

Andrina walked into the seemingly innocuous room, everything looked alright, except...Her eyes fell on her friend Standard, and she was about to rush forward and help her talk to the clearly distraught receptionist, when she heard something explode. "What was that?" She asked as she looked around. Her purple eyes scanning the entire room suspiciously. "Excuse me Miss, but are you alright?" She asked as she moved close to Standard, who was talking to the lady. "Can you tell me what those noises are?" She asked, glad for the distraction from her thoughts, and the anticipation of whom she was meeting today.

Ross walked into St Mungos, he was in a hurry on of his friends Jonathon Pearson had flipped out and he needed to get to the bottom of what was happening but when he got in all he could hear was noise and a crowd of people near a lady. Dragging Jonathon at his side he walked over to the desk and asked the crowd "What should i do with him, he flipped out."

Winnie Ferguson was lost.

She was supposed to be in her room, safely tucked away in her comfortable bed, far away from anything that she might hurt, or that might hurt her. But this was the wrong floor, surely; she wasn't home, and she was scared. Terrified, in fact. PETRIFIED. Her thick, curly hair, once golden and lustrous, was stringy and shot through with gray. Her large gray eyes sat like orbs in her drawn face, staring unblinkingly at the strange people around her. She inched along, her back to the wall, feeling it with the palms of her hands to make sure that it was still there. If only she could get a wand...then she wouldn't have to hold onto the wall. The wall was flat and hard and terribly cold. Who wants to hold onto a wall? Not even Winnie Ferguson.

At the loud blast, Winnie screeched like a deranged bird and dared to remove her hands from the wall; she clamped them on her ears and sank to the floor.

"No NOO you mustn't make that NOOOISE, they'll come GET you!!" she cried. "I don't want them to get me," she whimpered softly.

Ross heard a noise behind him and noticed a girl standing behind him holding her hands to her ears , running over he could hear what it was that she was saying, "What are you talking about nobody is going to get you" He said calmly to her sitting her and Jonathon on a seat. "Who are you?" He added in sweetly.

Phoebus stepped inside the unnervingly clean front hallway of St. Mungos, his gaze sweeping the corridor as he noted the other wizards and witches already there. He was wondering why there was such a hullabaloo outside when everything here seemed fine...but of course, it was also eerily quiet. That is, it was until the sounds of an obviously insane woman made it's way to his ears.

His very expressive eyebrows arched in suspicion as he rounded the corner, watching one woman deal with the crazy one, whom obviously was the former information desk witch. This solidified his reason for coming; Something absolutely out of the normal range of occurrences was definitely...occurring.

Phoebus was going to go over and help them when heard a familiar voice. He turned abruptly in the direction of the voice and he was uncharacteristically shocked. Winnie? Winnnie?!? He thought, his eyes growing wide. He might not have been in much contact with her for some time, but oh had he carried some torch for this one. Immediately he strode over to her quickly, ignoring the man who was talking to her. " Winnie, what are you doing here?" He asked urgently, kneeling in front of her. This was the last thing he had expected, especially on assignment for the MLE and his own personal quest.

Nero Watase was excited. The second he'd heard about this... psychosis thing going on at St. Mungo's, he'd ran down here without a second thought, not even bothering to dress to impress as he normally might. Not that he wasn't looking impressive right now anyway... he always looked impressive. And if anyone was to say otherwise, well... he'd ignore them. He sauntered into the building, hands in the pockets of he black slacks and a grin a mile wide on his face. This... this should be fun.

Already he spied two crazy people. Ignoring the explosion sounds, he stood back, watching others swarm around the nutters in an attempt to glean information. Pff. As if crazy people had the mental capacity to tell them what was going on... This would be over with already. And he would be bored. Very, very, very...bored.

He looked around for something better to grant his attention to.

Suze Marons had somehow managed to escape from her room. She simply needed to interview someone. No matter whom. Just someone. In her hands she had a pen and bit of parchment that she had found somewhere in the far back of her drawer.

Seeing a lot of people standing around anxiously she immediately had the feeling that something was wrong. Hehe...she liked wrong. A slightly psychopathic grin had appeared on her face. Turning around she said to the thin air behind her, "Get closer, James. Just zoom in on that woman standing there and then zoom out to get all the people's expressions. Got that?" Yes, finally something was happening. And she would be the first one to write about it.

To answer the woman's question Suze shouted over the other people's heads, "Yes, me, madam. May I ask you a few questions?"

Gray flared leg trousers covered the woman's lower half as she walked in a hurry, adjusting her wizarding robes around her torso nonchalantly, determined to arrive to her destination in time. The scene she found upon arrival, however, proved otherwise. A raven brow raised in curiosity and Heidi Yin, representative of the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad, hovered behind the crowd, having no intentions of asking the woman the same question they all had at once.

Her eyes drifted to the door behind her though, from where the explosions came. Eyes narrowed, a delicate hand flew up to her chin and she held it in place, as if that would help reign in the thoughts swirling around her skull. The clerk lady was clearly incapacitated, there were odd sounds and explosions going on behind her and what was even more suspicious. Besides the several individuals hounding her with questions, the rest of the Hospital Staff where nowhere in sight.

Instinctively slipping her hand into her robes, to better grasp her wand, Heidi turned her head to inspect the premises better. It was then that her eyes clashed with another pair, triggering her gag reflex. "Oh, you gotta be kidding me," she muttered humorlessly. Out of all the places to meet, and of all the men that could have showed up in such unorthodox gathering spot, it had to be Good-for-Nothin'-Rage-Inducin-Self-Titled-Casanova-Nero-Wasabi-Wasabe-Watase.

Turning her body slightly, Heidi adjusted her paperboy hat in an attempt to keep her identity a secret lest Watase thought he'd be cute and saunter over to spout some kind of rubbish that would make her permanent existence even more miserable. Only a distraction would save her like another explosion, the sudden appearance of Lord Voldemortist or--the Popo.

Heidi didn't have to wait long for a distraction as a reporter was now bossing around her camera man. Rolling her eyes, Yin reigned in all instincts of blowing the woman's bottom away from her body and into another hemisphere. Just how did she get here so quickly?

Daniel Lupin was having a peculiarly ordinary day. This was an unusual thing in his life, as Daniel was a very extraordinary person. His life tended to skip from one thing to another, as he was unable to do anything for more than a short period of time before somebody around him found out about his...ailment. Daniel had his secrets, and in his mind (and many others) we was well thought to keep them that way. Secret. It was Daniel's ailment that had led him to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries on this day. He needed to pick up his monthly potion. If he didn't take it...bad things could happen, because Daniel...was a Werewolf. He had been bitten at the age of 13 after attempting to sneak out of his house mid-way through his summer vacation. It was a mistake he would forever regret. After that night, he realized that he had an amazingly good memory, for at that point, he dedicated his life to the one thing that wouldn't act biased against him after finding out about his condition. Books.

As Daniel walked into St. Mungo's he instantly knew that something was wrong. There were people in the waiting room standing around anxiously awaiting something. What's going on in here?, thought Daniel. As he looked between faces he noticed looks of confusion, along with the looks of anxiety. There was something wrong here. What it was, he didn't know. He had came here to simply pick up his Wolfsbane Potion, and he figured that many of these other people may had visited here for simple tasks also.

He looked around at all the faces filled with confusion, and speaking to nobody in particular he said the one thing that had been coming to his mind since he had entered the Magical Hospital. "What is going on here?"

Between the explosions and the constantly repeating questions that were being hurled at the crazy woman, Nero heard a very soft, very familiar voice that made his entire face light up. It couldn't be... why would that mean old bag be here? It was illogic- oooh yeah, she was Accidental Magic Reversal... They probably had sent her here, against her will, and she was probably in a very bad mood over it.

Well... he'd just have to cheer her up now, wouldn't he. He looked around for her, finally spotting that tiny Asian grandmother, trying to look inconspicuous and failing horribly at it with that hat. If she didn't want to be noticed, it would be better to dress normally... and not be Asian.

"Grannie Wrinklebag!" he shouted, sliding across the room to her and wrapping his arms around her teensy waist. He picked her up, twirled her around once, and then set her back down on her feet. "You look excited to be here... Guess with all the insanity about, your chances are pretty good to find someone now, eh?"

She would totally kill him for that, and he knew it... he shoved his hands back into his pockets and made sure he had a firm grip on his wand.

Looking up from the dirty spot on the wall she had been intently wishing misfortune on, Heidi pursed her lips ready to reciprocate her feelings towards the newcomer. "That's what I would like to know," she spoke over the voices, throwing a cautious look at the maddened clerk lady and at the door behind her where she had come from, disheveled looking as if she had experienced something terrifying.

Cursing she readied herself to strike but Nero had picked her up, twirled, tossed and served before she could do anything but glare at him. Her elbow flew ready to punish but she held back. By the way things looked, her energy would have to be saved for better things. Satisfying herself with a scathing disapproving look, Heidi Yin pulled at her robes roughly, adjusting their fit on her. "Die, Watase. Just die already."

What the bloody hell was he doing here, anyways? Out of all the places and all the people--"I don't think there's anything I can do about your unpleasant presence being here so I will only ask you not to get in my way. I'm not in the mood to forgive your trespasses."

Chrono Atha entered the Ground Floor of St.Mungo’s scanning the area. All looked normal, but if Chrono had learnt anything from his job-appearances were deceiving. Chrono’s black old fashioned dress shoes, black trousers and white shirt were visible underneath his dark red button-up-robes; a dark red tie hung loosely around his neck. The Daily Prophet had said the place was a shambles, with crazed staff and lunatics running around causing havoc. If that was the case, they seemed to know how to do that quite nicely.

Chrono’s long black hair was in a long plait down his back, with a few stray strands framing his green eyes. His appearance, like the hospital, did not tell the whole story. Chrono was not a romancer, not even an extremely friendly person-or friendly at all for that matter. He was a loner, and was not the sort of person who tagged along in a large group. Despite that fact, he looked to his side at his long time friend-Eric Benjamin Morrison. They’d decided to solve this mystery together.

He walked towards the information desk and read the name plate rested upon it. Lucy Gusie. Chrono did not smile at the obvious ring to the name. There was no one at the desk, so he decided to follow instructions. Chrono lightly rang the bell and tensed his muscles, awaiting the inevitable ambush which would ensue.

The noise of laughter did not surprise him as much as he would have thought. Laughing-no cackling- with no clear reason was a clear sign of psychosis. Chrono looked towards a room adjacent to the desk where the sound seemed to be coming from. Suddenly a woman blocked his view of the door. It seemed as if she was trying to hold down the door. As if something was trying to get out of the room. For a brief moment Chrono’s eyebrows twitched; he recovered quickly. There were no chances to be off guard on this mission. Even the innocent were a threat.

Perhaps this woman was Lucy Gusie. Maybe she had answers, and maybe she had also gone crazy. Chrono eyed the woman’s devilish hair and her almost vibrating irises. Even her clothes had been stretched and ripped. Her crazed voice echoed in Chrono’s head: ‘Who’s ringing my bell?’ It was obvious that this woman, who maybe Lucy Gusie, had psychosis. Chrono looked towards Eric Benjamin, wondering about the younger man’s reaction. Hopefully he won’t rush forwards and scare the odd woman. She might hurt him. She wasn’t in her right mind.

‘Who’s ringing my bell?’ Chrono’s eyes widened a fraction momentarily as a loud bang echoed in the hollow room. His eyes scanned a board placed behind the desk. This was the exploding cauldrons and backfiring wands floor. Maybe that’s the cause of this psychosis-a back firing wand? No. This was the work of a dark wizard, Chrono was sure of it. Either the Unforgivables or mind altering spells were used, or a dark artefact had caused these reactions.

Chrono only now noticed the sudden chaos around him. There were at least a dozen people on the floor and several trying to talk to the woman. He knew it was useless to do so. They could only treat her; maybe get a random guess at what caused this-but Chrono needed a detailed idea of what caused this.
“I’m ringing your bell,” Chrono said to her in a clear voice. “Who did that to you?” he asked. “Who ripped your robes?” Another question was at the back of his throat, but Chrono held it back for when he thought it would not frighten her for him to be close to him. She was delicate in this state of mind-fragile.

Lucy heard several people enter the hospital. "Just my luck," she snorted as her eyes continued shifting around the room. She walked firmly over to her desk and snatched up the bell. "DON'T touch my bell. It has...issues."

She treid her best to calm her hair down but it was no use as the sides popped right back into place. Silly little people standing around looking at her, watching her.

"Stop looking at me like that," she said as another explosion went off in the background. There was absolutely no telling what or where that was coming from or who was making that noise.

Today was supposed to be like any other day at work - do the usual morning routine, grab the usual Daily Prophet, read a bit on the usual route to work, walk in the usual doors, report to the usual Healer-in-Charge.....but no, the day had started all wrong.

Robert Arsenio Bunbury had been most distressed to discover that St. Mungo's - his beloved St. Mungo's, where he was a healer-in-training - was not at all behaving as usual today. On his way to work, he'd nearly had a panic attack when he'd read that a serious bout of psychosis was attacking his workplace, and almost everyone was being affected.

Well not me, Robbie thought, clenching his jaw as he stepped into the lounge. I'll get to the bottom of this, I will! He straightened his shoulders and looked around, amazed that so many people were already there - reporters, patients, Magical Law Enforcement - as if they would be able to help. Pfft. This case calls for a true scientist.

Working his way through the crowd, Robert weaved his way towards the information desk, looking for Lucie. She was always at her desk. Always. He couldn't help flinching though, as the further in the building he got, the more explosions he seemed to hear. But at last, he arrived at the er, desk?

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Lucy heard several people enter the hospital. "Just my luck," she snorted as her eyes continued shifting around the room. She walked firmly over to her desk and snatched up the bell. "DON'T touch my bell. It has...issues."

She treid her best to calm her hair down but it was no use as the sides popped right back into place. Silly little people standing around looking at her, watching her.

"Stop looking at me like that," she said as another explosion went off in the background. There was absolutely no telling what or where that was coming from or who was making that noise.

"Lucy? Is that you?" Robert muttered, waving his hand towards the crazed woman. She was muttering about her bell and just looked disheveled, like more of a patient than anything - which, come to think of it, she could be considered a patient now, if that was even the receptionist he knew.

We're gonna need all hands on deck today, Robbie thought, sighing as he took a step back from the woman. He whipped out his wand and swished it casually, sending a chipmunk Patronus message to his closest healer friend and mentor - hopefully she would arrive soon. If they didn't sort this out, they might not have a St. Mungo's to come back to tomorrow.

While he waited for Amelia to show up, Robert turned back to the receptionist. As a healer (in training) he felt it was his duty to try to aid as many er, needy-looking people as possible.

"What happened here? Are you okay?" he asked kindly, taking a step closer to her. If she'd let him touch her, he would check her pulse and other vitals....but judging by the way she was protecting her bell, that didn't look like the best idea.

Lynne spoke to Lucy in a calming voice, 'Oh, you poor thing. Have you considered getting a new bell? One that doesn't cause such a racket. I'm sure the hospital would get you one. After all, the noise can't be good for the patients.'

Suze was kind of taken aback since the receptionist didn't even respond to her question. But, she had been a reporter for way too long to simply let it go like this. No. This woman would be answering her questions pretty soon. One way or the other. Turning again to her invisible camera-man she mumbled, "Come on, James. Let me show you how a good reporter works."
Suze started walking towards the desk, stopped dead in her tracks, though. Oh no! There was this healer, Robert, whom she knew and who probably wouldn't be very pleased to see her out of bed. She quickly ducked behind some people to hide from him and in this posture she tip-toed towards a corner of the room. Okay, I need a plan. "Come on, James. You need to hide too!" She muttered. Oh, this guy could be so stupid sometimes.

"Oh Grannie Wrinklebag... You know you love me. Why can't you just admit it. I know you're old, but we can work past that." Wait, wait... she was distracting him from this case. He took a step back and tilted his head to one side as he stared intently at her. "Any idea what's going on here? Crazy people aren't much good for information, but I'd figure I'd ask you anyway."

Of course, he'd ignore her requests for him to leave her alone. This would be so much more fun with Grannie Wrinklebag! Sure, it might be violent and painful, but it would be fun! He looked at the crazy reporter lady and took a step closer to Heidi again, making sure to stay well away from the nutter. No need to contract whatever illness she had, after all. Talking to the air. And those explosions... Nero didn't want to go near that crazy lady who was being talked at by so many people, but he wanted to see into that room... what was back there?

"Hey Heidi..." he muttered, too interested at the moment to remember to call her Grannie. "Why do they have all they explody things here? This is a hospital..."

Ross walked over to see the girl at the reception leaving Jonathon and the lady with the girl that had walked over, walking to the girl who everyone seemed to be surrounding he shouted "Right can everyone give the girl some space" he really just wanted everyone to move so he could ask her for himself "Now see nobody is looking at you now" He said hoping that all of the eyes that had been staring down at her had now moved in another direction " Now is it possible...well can you tell me something about what happened here"

Franca was utterly confused at this point. Who were the patients and who else was here like her looking for advancement and a job wit meaning and not powdering the fat pudgy faces of the wizarding elite with makeup that was too expensive. "I...uh." she stuttered as the woman snatched up her bell. "Is there a reason there are explosions happening around here?" She asked pulling out a quick quotes quill and a notepad. She wasn't sure real Aurors took notes, but her mind was like a sieve. She couldn't hold onto a single fact that didn't involve chocolate and her westie terrier whom she named Chocolate. "Is that a special bell or something?" She asked. The woman was really protective of that bell.

Franca looking around expecting to be on the telly or something, but it was just a crazy patient out of her bed. What in the blazes was going on. "Why are you out of bed?" She asked the woman.

Throwing the woman a horrified look Suze quickly turned back towards her camera-man, James. Or to be more precise, the wall next to her."Maybe she's not even talking to me. Maybe she's talking to someone else." She muttered trying hard to look normal which was obviously sort of hard for her given the fact that her hair was sticking out in all direction and she was talking to...well, a wall.