01-20-2011, 12:06 AM
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Originally Posted by Lezleighd Satine looked at the picture..."Well, no I guess I don't know him...that picture just gives me a weird picture..." she said looking at the picture...
She focused back on the Healer, "Well, I'll let you get back to your patients. Thanks for speaking with me!" she said with a little head nod before getting up and walking out. A picture of her son gave this girl a weird feeling...? Lily shrugged it off and waved to the girl as she exited the room, "Anytime, dear." Quote:
Originally Posted by fire_faerie Standing up as the door opened, Chyler walked quickly into the room, paying no attention the second person who had just been admitted. Granted, she'd have preferred to talk with Healer Moretti alone but this will have to do. The redhead straightened her back as she entered the office, glancing around and taking everything in before sitting down at one of the offered plush chairs. "Hello Miss Moretti, I'm Chyler Canning," the sixteen year old introduced herself as she placed a polite smile on her face. Her reactions to the room would have to be kept invisible as she did not want to offend the Healer. THAT would be extremely counterproductive and the redhead had no time for that. "I'm new at Hogwarts," she added as an afterthought, tilting her head to the right in order to give Ms. Moretti the time to reply before she began, keeping her green orbs fixed on her.
She had a lot of things to say. Well, quite the proper little thing, wasn't she? "Hello Miss Canning, it is lovely to meet you." She sat back into her chair and nodded, "Is there something specific I can help you with, then?" Being new and all, who KNEW what kind of things she wanted to talk about. Quote:
Originally Posted by Michael White Walking in head down face tear streaked,Michael looks up long enough to see that his wand is still where he left it on her desk next to her photo frame."Ms."he says softly as he moves to the chair in which he had been sitting only moments ago.Feeling the panic rise in him he lowers his head and trys to breath slowly. Noting silently that there still seemed to be a problem with the child who had barged in and then fainted not too long ago, Lily shifted her eyes to him, "And what seems to be the problem?"
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