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Zoe · 08-06-2014, 05:49 PM

Text Cut: Crazy lady healers & Willy

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Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin

Thank Merlin he had an appointment. Even if she hadn't noticed him he would still get himself checked and now she would personally see to it because this was alarming. The man had no idea just how worried he now had Ravaora but she was good at what she did. Her eyes widened at the confession he couldn't tell her how many fingers she had up. "Poor sight, it's an early sign of O.O.P.S--not to worry we can get you a seeing crup now I insist you come with you before we have to remove your eyes and replace them with sanitized gulf balls." She'd been told it hurt but some people were just so whiny.

Finally she dropped her hands and gestured to the examination room. "Death is no joking matter and you've been playing dangerously with it. This way." She led the way to the room and waited on the inside. Why wasn't he moving faster?? Impaired movement as well???? WHAAAAAT?????

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Originally Posted by Loranys Lilyfield

Stretcher carrying Mr. Hottie McHotter (BanaBatGirl) floating behind her, Loranys FRANTICALLY kicked open the door to the technology lounge with her heels and let out a shrill banshee shriek for her bestest friend in the WHOLE WIDE WORLD.

"RAVAORA! Ravaora I need your assistance at ONCE. This is an emergency! This man is suffering from O.O.P.S, pruritusism, zuccherotosis, AND loquentes ieiuniumtis!"

And let's not even get started on his nutrition and choice of pet.

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

For the LOVE of CIRCE......! William had NOT just been STRAPPED DOWN and SILENCED by this woman! Wasn't she here to save his life, not PREVENT AIR from getting to his nose and mouth!!!

He was really starting to panic now, with all these additional diagnoses and the "Healer" screaming for a Ravanora. What was that even?! Some kind of potion?!! WAS SHE GOING TO KILL HIM?!!! WAS SHE ONE OF THOSE "Death Angel" HEALERS?!?!?!!!!!!!

"Haaaaaaaallllllllllllllllllllllllllpppppppppppppp pppppppppp," William did his best to moan from the stretcher. Somebody, anybody! He could barely even turn his head to see who all was IN this technology center!!!!

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Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin

Hold the snitch! That shrill screeching!!! Loranys!! Ravaora whipped around at the sudden call to action and practically FLEW over to her bestfriend and the patie---"Hopping hippogriffs!!!" The Healer's eyes were WIDE as she leaned forward with all the care in the medical world. Just look at him. Hardly able to move, the poor dear. His motor skills must have been going too. She'd seen a few like that since morning. This place got more tragic by the hour.

"So many.....so.....many....." DISEASES. She turned to Loranys. "Have you told him he's dying as yet?" Because that was HER job best friend or not. Eyes still wide, she turned to the obviously disoriented--or delusional if he was asking for help when help was RIGHT HERE--man. Ravaora placed her hand to his face and sighed deeply. "If it's the last thing I do. You will LIVE! Living is what we DO, OKAY??"

She just needed to get him to the room and he would be properly taken care of, him and all his lovely muscle. Oh yes, this one was nice, he would have to live for sure. "Do you mind giving a watch for me?" She asked as she prepared to leave. No time to waste!

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Originally Posted by Loranys Lilyfield

Leaping leprechauns! Did Ravaora hear that? DID she hear the way he was continuing to ramble despite the gentle care she had already bestowed upon him? Oh sweet Merlin he was getting WORSE. He might not even make it to their wedding day!

"Ooooooooooooooooooh my Meeeeeeeeeeeerlin, you fear that as well?" she gasped, both hands over her chest and hair looking especially frizzy. Only, unlike her bestie, Loranys had a better bedside manner and didn't outright tell her patients they were dying. "Oh PLEASE, you have to, you just have to. I know this is AWFULLY unprofessional...but I just KNOW. You know? YOU KNOW!" And of course her bestie would KNOW what she was talking about. "I am sure I brought some of my potions for the more extreme cases along with us. Use whatever you think is necessary."

HEAL HIM!

"I need to go to the other examination point, but DON'T hesitate to contact me if things take a turn for the worst!"

Because she would totally be able to find someone to perform the wedding ceremony before he passed. Then she could be Mirs Loranys Lobelia McHotter.

He had poor sight? The dragon commissioner continued to stare blankly at her, rather than open his mouth and tell her different. His eyesight was just fine, thank you very much. But a little voice inside his head told him that the odds were not in his favour. The healer would take whatever he said with a grain of salt. She was determined to label him with whatever O.O.P.S. was and ... get him a seeing crup? Remove his eyes? Replace them with sanitized golf balls? WHAT?!

"I want a second opinion," Tancred told her, right after she finally let go of his face and started going on about how he had been playing with death. Working with dragons was dangerous, but death wasn't a guarantee. And he could see just fine! "Preferably from a Ministry healer."

There was no way he was going to follow her. Even if someone paid him a large amount of galleons, he would never in a million years follow the healer. Tancred was determined to keep her as far away from his eyes as he possibly could. In fact, he was about to turn around and leave the technology centre. But then he saw a very familiar face be brought in on a stretcher.

"Merlin's beard!" he exclaimed, dashing over to his friend. "What the bloody hell have they done to you, Willy?" The man was his usual self earlier this morning, and now he was in a stretcher with two healers acting like he was on the verge of death. Rubbish.

When the one healer wandered off, he gave his friend a 'don't worry' look. He was going to get the both of them out of this nuthouse. Somehow.

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Zoe Forum Manager Honeydukes Mod Quibbler Mod Werewolf Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: Oz Posts: 64,820 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ariel Scamander Gryffindor Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Freya Snakebark Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Miguel Rosales Hufflepuff Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Rajan Patil Ravenclaw Sixth Year Ministry Department Head: Franklin Paton Law Enforcement Ministry Department Head: Almer Toots Transportation x8 x8	Bathes in Maple Syrup \| Dancing Lobster \| Moy Pomidor \| Seneca's Beard \| That Is So Fetch! Text Cut: Crazy lady healers & Willy Quote: Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin Thank Merlin he had an appointment. Even if she hadn't noticed him he would still get himself checked and now she would personally see to it because this was alarming. The man had no idea just how worried he now had Ravaora but she was good at what she did. Her eyes widened at the confession he couldn't tell her how many fingers she had up. *"Poor sight, it's an early sign of O.O.P.S--not to worry we can get you a seeing crup now I insist* you come with you before we have to remove your eyes and replace them with sanitized gulf balls." She'd been told it hurt but some people were just so whiny. Finally she dropped her hands and gestured to the examination room. "Death is no joking matter and you've been playing dangerously with it. This way." She led the way to the room and waited on the inside. Why wasn't he moving faster?? Impaired movement as well???? WHAAAAAT????? Quote: Originally Posted by Loranys Lilyfield Stretcher carrying Mr. Hottie McHotter (BanaBatGirl) floating behind her, Loranys FRANTICALLY kicked open the door to the technology lounge with her heels and let out a shrill banshee shriek for her bestest friend in the WHOLE WIDE WORLD. "RAVAORA! Ravaora I need your assistance at ONCE. This is an emergency! This man is suffering from O.O.P.S, pruritusism, zuccherotosis, AND loquentes ieiuniumtis!" And let's not even get started on his nutrition and choice of pet. Quote: Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl For the LOVE of CIRCE......! William had NOT just been STRAPPED DOWN and SILENCED by this woman! Wasn't she here to save his life, not PREVENT AIR from getting to his nose and mouth!!! He was really starting to panic now, with all these additional diagnoses and the "Healer" screaming for a Ravanora. What was that even?! Some kind of potion?!! WAS SHE GOING TO KILL HIM?!!! WAS SHE ONE OF THOSE "Death Angel" HEALERS?!?!?!!!!!!! "Haaaaaaaallllllllllllllllllllllllllpppppppppppppp pppppppppp," William did his best to moan from the stretcher. Somebody, anybody! He could barely even turn his head to see who all was IN this technology center!!!! Quote: Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin Hold the snitch! That shrill screeching!!! Loranys!! Ravaora whipped around at the sudden call to action and practically FLEW over to her bestfriend and the patie---"Hopping hippogriffs!!!" The Healer's eyes were WIDE as she leaned forward with all the care in the medical world. Just look at him. Hardly able to move, the poor dear. His motor skills must have been going too. She'd seen a few like that since morning. This place got more tragic by the hour. "So many.....so.....many....." DISEASES. She turned to Loranys. "Have you told him he's dying as yet?" Because that was HER job best friend or not. Eyes still wide, she turned to the obviously disoriented--or delusional if he was asking for help when help was RIGHT HERE--man. Ravaora placed her hand to his face and sighed deeply. "If it's the last thing I do. You will LIVE! Living is what we DO, OKAY??" She just needed to get him to the room and he would be properly taken care of, him and all his lovely muscle. Oh yes, this one was nice, he would have to live for sure. "Do you mind giving a watch for me?" She asked as she prepared to leave. No time to waste! Quote: Originally Posted by Loranys Lilyfield Leaping leprechauns! Did Ravaora hear that? DID she hear the way he was continuing to ramble despite the gentle care she had already bestowed upon him? Oh sweet Merlin he was getting WORSE. He might not even make it to their wedding day! "Ooooooooooooooooooh my Meeeeeeeeeeeerlin, you fear that as well?" she gasped, both hands over her chest and hair looking especially frizzy. Only, unlike her bestie, Loranys had a better bedside manner and didn't outright tell her patients they were dying. "Oh PLEASE, you have to, you just have to. I know this is AWFULLY unprofessional...but I just KNOW. You know? YOU KNOW!" And of course her bestie would KNOW what she was talking about. "I am sure I brought some of my potions for the more extreme cases along with us. Use whatever you think is necessary.*" HEAL HIM! "I need to go to the other examination point, but DON'T hesitate to contact me if things take a turn for the worst!" Because she would totally be able to find someone to perform the wedding ceremony before he passed. Then she could be Mirs Loranys Lobelia McHotter. He had poor sight? The dragon commissioner continued to stare blankly at her, rather than open his mouth and tell her different. His eyesight was just fine, thank you very much. But a little voice inside his head told him that the odds were not in his favour. The healer would take whatever he said with a grain of salt. She was determined to label him with whatever O.O.P.S. was and ... get him a seeing crup? Remove his eyes? Replace them with sanitized golf balls? WHAT?! "I want a second opinion," Tancred told her, right after she finally let go of his face and started going on about how he had been playing with death. Working with dragons was dangerous, but death wasn't a guarantee. And he could see just fine! "Preferably from a Ministry* healer." There was no way he was going to follow her. Even if someone paid him a large amount of galleons, he would never in a million years follow the healer. Tancred was determined to keep her as far away from his eyes as he possibly could. In fact, he was about to turn around and leave the technology centre. But then he saw a very familiar face be brought in on a stretcher. "Merlin's beard!" he exclaimed, dashing over to his friend. "What the bloody hell have they done to you, Willy?" The man was his usual self earlier this morning, and now he was in a stretcher with two healers acting like he was on the verge of death. Rubbish. When the one healer wandered off, he gave his friend a 'don't worry' look. He was going to get the both of them out of this nuthouse. Somehow. __________________ Last edited by Zoe; 08-06-2014 at 05:57 PM.