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Anna Banana · 01-13-2010, 01:33 AM

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Originally Posted by Zoerawrr

"Okay," Jake said simply. He looked at his bad writing on the parchment and immediately gave it up as a lost cause. From the bag he had slung over his shoulder, Jake pulled out a niiiiiice thick file type thing. They weren't his official records... just a few medical reports for his guardians, and of course, his present mother's own little input.

Putting the folder on the desk, Jake shoved the parchment he'd held back into his pocket. "I tuhh-take three ccccalming potions a d-day," he announced, wondering if he'd taken the ones he was supposed to today. "I tuhh-take care of th-them mysssself," Jake added. If there was one thing he liked, it was his independence. "They kkkeep me ruhh-real calm an' quiet." Usually...

Hmmm, what else was it? "I've buhh-been to St. Mungo's..." the boy paused for a moment, counting on his fingers to try and remember. "Ab-about three? Or fuh-four times... th-those were sssstays for a wwwweek or luhh-longer," he added, just to clarify. And then, to clarify further, he tapped the side of his head to indicate his mind, and then pointed at the file as if to say 's'allllll in there'.

"I al-also hhhave an all-allergy to sssugar," Jake went on, wondering why he was revealing this. Now the Healer would know he couldn't have sugar. Anyone else you want to tell, Upstead? "I go... hhhyper and th-then get ssssick."

He was really running out of the energy to tell all these now. "Llllast year I hhhad these wuhh-weird fit th-things. But th-they stopped... but I sssstutter. Profff-professor Bunbbbbury... Devil's Sn-snare..." Jake shuddered. He really wasn't fond of that memory.

OH YES! One last thing... if he remembered correctly.

"An' Kapoor an' Buhh-bontecou de-decided last year th-that I should ttttake a dr-dreamless ssssleep p-potion," Jake's faint smile disappeared. "Nightmares."

Scary nightmares.

But, like it said in the file, Jake dealt with that too.

Maybe Jake would leave out the fact that he was a climber and therefore liable to get hurt. But it had never been a problem so far, right? Right.

"Think th-thassit," Jake finished with a pleasant smile, holding his hands behind his back. Doooop doop dooooop.

Was that a puffapod.

Gabriella couldn't help but jump back a bit as the boy exchanged the parchment for a rather thick file. Not wanting to make him uncomfortable or scare him off, she cleared her throat then softened her expression. When he placed the file on her desk, Gabriella glanced down at it then pulled it her way. She flipped it open and shuffled through the paperwork as she listened to the boy talk.

"These calming potions...do you acquire them on your own? Are they simply stored with your belongings in the common room?" she asked, making sure she knew all the information in case Jake ran out of his potions or forgot to take them. "...and if you run out?" Gabriella was, thankfully, familiar with people who took daily does of calming potions. What she wasn't completely familiar with was children administering these daily doses all on their own.

"No sugar?" she asked, not expecting an answer but rather restating the words to help her remember. There'd be no 'spoon full of sugar to help the medicine go down' for this one. She narrowed her eyes, though, when he mentioned having fits at some point last school year. "Weird fits? What sort of weird fits?" she asked. She clasped her hands on her desk then reclined in her chair. She couldn't help but feel sympathetic for this young man.

01-13-2010, 01:33 AM	#6 (permalink)
Anna Banana Selkie Join Date: Nov 2007 Posts: 36,514 Hogwarts RPG Name: Eliza Bellerose Slytherin Second Year x1	Hiss!Roar!Growl!Caw! \| Hermione's Double \| The Little Three \| Alecate Quote: Originally Posted by Zoerawrr "Okay," Jake said simply. He looked at his bad writing on the parchment and immediately gave it up as a lost cause. From the bag he had slung over his shoulder, Jake pulled out a niiiiiice thick file type thing. They weren't his official records... just a few medical reports for his guardians, and of course, his present mother's own little input. Putting the folder on the desk, Jake shoved the parchment he'd held back into his pocket. "I tuhh-take three ccccalming potions a d-day," he announced, wondering if he'd taken the ones he was supposed to today. "I tuhh-take care of th-them mysssself," Jake added. If there was one thing he liked, it was his independence. "They kkkeep me ruhh-real calm an' quiet." Usually... Hmmm, what else was it? "I've buhh-been to St. Mungo's..." the boy paused for a moment, counting on his fingers to try and remember. "Ab-about three? Or fuh-four times... th-those were sssstays for a wwwweek or luhh-longer," he added, just to clarify. And then, to clarify further, he tapped the side of his head to indicate his mind, and then pointed at the file as if to say 's'allllll in there'. "I al-also hhhave an all-allergy to sssugar," Jake went on, wondering why he was revealing this. Now the Healer would know he couldn't have sugar. Anyone else you want to tell, Upstead? "I go... hhhyper and th-then get ssssick." He was really running out of the energy to tell all these now. "Llllast year I hhhad these wuhh-weird fit th-things. But th-they stopped... but I sssstutter. Profff-professor Bunbbbbury... Devil's Sn-snare..." Jake shuddered. He really wasn't fond of that memory. OH YES! One last thing... if he remembered correctly. "An' Kapoor an' Buhh-bontecou de-decided last year th-that I should ttttake a dr-dreamless ssssleep p-potion," Jake's faint smile disappeared. "Nightmares." Scary nightmares. But, like it said in the file, Jake dealt with that too. Maybe Jake would leave out the fact that he was a climber and therefore liable to get hurt. But it had never been a problem so far, right? Right. "Think th-thassit," Jake finished with a pleasant smile, holding his hands behind his back. Doooop doop dooooop. Was that a puffapod. Gabriella couldn't help but jump back a bit as the boy exchanged the parchment for a rather thick file. Not wanting to make him uncomfortable or scare him off, she cleared her throat then softened her expression. When he placed the file on her desk, Gabriella glanced down at it then pulled it her way. She flipped it open and shuffled through the paperwork as she listened to the boy talk. "These calming potions...do you acquire them on your own? Are they simply stored with your belongings in the common room?" she asked, making sure she knew all the information in case Jake ran out of his potions or forgot to take them. "...and if you run out?" Gabriella was, thankfully, familiar with people who took daily does of calming potions. What she wasn't completely familiar with was children administering these daily doses all on their own. "No sugar?" she asked, not expecting an answer but rather restating the words to help her remember. There'd be no 'spoon full of sugar to help the medicine go down' for this one. She narrowed her eyes, though, when he mentioned having fits at some point last school year. "Weird fits? What sort of weird fits?" she asked. She clasped her hands on her desk then reclined in her chair. She couldn't help but feel sympathetic for this young man. __________________