A week had past since she'd been last here when Healer Tillstorm gave her a potion for the headaches she was incessantly having after she had essentially complained how it affected her everyday activities. She was asked to return a week after, and that was why she was here, currently taking a seat as she awaited for her turn to speak with the Healer.

Crossing one ankle over the other, Beezus waited in silence as she busied herself reading a novel.

Oakey didn't come directly to the Hospital Wing after Astronomy. He instead hurried back to his dorm and inspected the circular bruises that covered his chest, stomach, and back. He did a count, thirteen bruises in total. Lucky him right? Oakey hurried over to his trunk and pulled out a small potion, the Felix Felicis that GeeGee had won at the Auction. Removing an old necklace chain that once held a rabbit's foot, Oakey attached it to the chain and placed it around his neck.

The next part was going to be the most difficult part. He did not want to see Healer Tilstorm about these bruises, but Renesmee would probably insist upon it since Quidditch Practice was starting up, and he himself wanted to be in top physical form before their first match. He finished up in his dorm room, and hurried over to the Hospital Wing.

Once he finished signing in he sat down and leaned back on the chair, it hurt lean back on his bruises so he leaned forward. That hurt to from the bruises on his stomach. Sitting staight Oakey sat quietly and waited for the Evil Healer to Pop her head out and scoff at his sight.

Melody walked into the waiting room once she had signed in. Though she couldn't exactly sit down quietly. She started to pace back and forth she wanted to be fixed now and right away. Melody sighed loudly. She did hope this wouldn't take long. She feared the bruise on her face would just get worse till it was healed. And her back was sore! Just her luck.

It had been an extremely quiet day in the hospital wing which had given Cece time to get some things done that she hadn't been able to do lately. That quiet time seemed to be over with now that there was a student in the waiting room.

After looking at the sign in log and clearing the name she called the girl back. "Beezus, please follow me." Hopefully this was going to be a quick visit. She still had a lot of things she needed to get done today.

Hearing the bell that alerted the healer that someone was there Cece looked out into the waiting room to see who it was. Well look at that. Prefect Gunter had finally made his annual appearance in the hospital wing. Looking over the sign in log she rolled her eyes. Really Oakey, you come here for bruises? These kids get wimpier and wimpier each term. They were never going to make it outside of the walls of Hogwarts if they didn’t stop acting like such babies all the time.

Cece was tempted to ignore him the way he had ignored her at the auction fund raiser. Seriously, she had gone out of her way to defend this boy, to actually be nice to the puffer and all he did was give her a quick glance then ignored her like she hadn’t even said anything.

“Mr. Gunter,” she called out. If the boy was smart he would know to follow her to the healing area. If not, well he could just sit there for all she cared right now.

Before the healer had a chance to lead Oakey back to the healing area another student arrived. Hopefully puffer boy would know what to do here... without his hand being held since she had another student to call back.

After looking over the sign in log Cece turned back to the young girl pacing a hole in her floor. "Miss Sparks! I will thank you to stop with the pacing and the making of noises." Yes, Healer Tillstorm had heard that loud, RUDE sigh from the child. Just for that she was going to make this child WAIT to be seen. She wasn't in the mood to deal with another wimpy kid who couldn't handle a few bruises.

"You will take a seat over there," she said pointing to the other side of the room, "and wait until I am ready to see you." And she better not cause any problems while she waited either.

Now, to go take care of Oakey and his silly little bruises.

Bliss couldn't open her eyes. Where was she? She felt like she was floating ... maybe she was. Maybe she dead!? No, that was ridiculous. The third year had no sense of anything around, she couldn't tell if she was inside or outside. Was she being carried? It ... felt like it. But, why was she being carried?

This was weird.

She tried to think back. What had she been doing right before she'd arrived in this blank state, where only her thoughts about jelly beans could be remembered. UMMM. Quidditch! That was it! She was a beater, right? That means she could have missed the bludger? That seemed so unlikely though, she hardly ever missed. What else could it be?

OUCH.

Bliss gritted her teeth, or tried to. She could feel pain in her leg, A LOT of pain. Why was that? Why couldn't she remember anything that had happened? Why could she only she jelly beans. Hmmmm, jelly beans, happy place, West, jelly beans, Blue, jelly beans, West, jelly beans, West, West. She tried to block out the increasing pain with thoughts about all of those happy things. Would that work?

It didn't take long for the news of what had happened to Bliss to reach Terry. He was still a little angry and upset and whatever other emotion was running around in his head but he forgot all about those in order to be there for his best friend.

It took a minute for him to run from the rock he was sat on by the lakeside to the Quidditch pitch where he waited to be told where she was. Alongside Alec, he lifted the unconscious girl up and proceeded to take her up to the Hospital Wing, a worried expression on his face.

Trust her to be the one to get injured, she hurt herself on the train as well, when they had first met. Once they had entered, they placed her horizontally across a couple of chairs whilst they waited for the Healer to come along. He sat on the chair beside her and stared down at his lap chewing a ridge along the inside of his cheek nervously, unsure of what he was going to say to her when she woke up.

Was it really a good idea to stay?

Yes! Of course it was. It was in his duties as a best friend, right?

:/

Bliss had hit herself with her bat. Yup. Right in the head. Then she'd fallen pretty far and hit the ground...with her body. Mhm. Really hard. This was so not good.

Ella followed quickly behind Terry and Alec, holding Bliss's bat in her hand as she frowned down at the ground. She didn't particularly love the fact that they were headed to the hospital wing of all places because really, the healer clearly had a thing against Hufflepuffs. The blonde was sure the woman was going to take one look at them and scoff or roll her eyes or instantly blame them for Bliss and her current...unconsciousness. Yup, something like that. Frown. She'd help her though, yeah? She'd fix Bliss up and make her good as new? That was kind of the most important thing, meany healer or not she was still a healer.

Also...was this weird, the particular group who had decided to come with Bliss? Because the Alec/Ella/Bliss thing and then the Terry/Bliss/Blue thing. Yeah, Terry and Ella had talked and she knew things and stuff. ...This was totally weird.

Ella took a chair near Bliss and sort of waited quietly, playing with her hands as she watched the others. Alec would come sit with her, yeah? Because she could use a hand right now and she'd prefer to hold his.

Rawdon didn't even bother showering or changing after the game for that matter. He knew he'd stand out in his gameday attire, but his left forearm was throbbing where the crazy Gryffindor captain bit him and he needed to get it looked at properly. He signed in on the check in list and had a seat in the waiting room.

"You really didn't have to escort me here, Addy," he said as he tried to tidy up his blonde hair with his right hand. "But you did witness the cannibal who thought my arm was a chicken wing."

This was weird.

Like really, really weird.

That was one of the million and one thoughts that were running through Alec's head as he helped Terry carry Bliss up from the Quidditch Pitch. The two boys lay Bliss down across a couple of chairs before moving to the side slightly. He... didn't really understand what had happened down at the Pitch. But then again, that wasn't exactly anything new. His usual pursuits after the Snitch meant that he generally didn't pay attention to anything else that happened. And that was exactly what had happened today. He had paid a little too much attention to a certain golden ball and... then this happened.

And he felt bad about that.

He also felt bad for not being able to tell Terry much of what had happened down at the pitch. But she was found with the bat near her. And she had been trying out for Beater, right? The bat's connection with the girl's head and the fall put together had led to... this. It was... really sad, actually. Yeah.

Alec moved towards Terry and patted him on the back before moving to sit down next to Ells. His eyes moved towards Ella's face and then down at her hands. Yeah... she wasn't liking this, was she? Though he doubted whether anyone would like it if something like this happened. Especially to one of their closest friends; or best friend, in Terry's case. Alec moved his hand towards hers and he just held them, giving them a small, gentle squeeze. Yeah... nothing needed to be said.

Addy eyed Rawdon as he said she didn't have to escort him. "Well of course I didn't HAVE to, but a good friend helps out. Besides did you know that mouths are teeming with bacteria. She could have rabies. You need someone to clean that properly and all that jazz," she said with a firm nod as she plopped into a seat.

Well this wasn't good. Not good at all. It was never good seeing an unconscious child being brought into the infirmary.

Looking at the crowd around the girl, Healer Tillstorm randomly chose one of them to go to Observation Room 1 with them. "You," she said looking at Alec, "come with me, the rest of you wait out here." They didn't need a huge crowd back there at this time.

Without waiting for anyone to say anything at all, she levitated the girl off the chairs and took her to the healing area.

Melody slightly paled. This lady was scary. She quietly walked over and sat down where she was told to sit doing her best to sit still. The sooner her bruises where healed the better.

WHAT was with the students in this building and all the biting they do? Seriously, some of them act as if they are two. And of all students to get bitten, it just had to be the Vindictus boy now didn't it.

After crossing his name off the sign in sheet, the healer called him back. "Rawden," what the heck kind of name was that for the love of Merlin? His parents must have really hated him to give him a name like that. "please follow me," she called out to the boy.

OOC: He is going to Bed 3.

When she had checked herself in, still hidden behind her pink towel she sat down in the waiting area. She was so ashamed of herself that she almost cried from self pity. Why had she failed? Why had the spell not worked so as she had planned? Now would everyone laugh at her! She really didn’t understand what had gone wrong, she was a witch right? And witches are using magic, so why was it so difficult for her? Was she really that stupid? Just as all the other stupid students from the other houses… No, she could not believe it! She was a Slytherin for Merlin’s sake! She was far much better than all the others! “This can’t be my fault, the book was wrong…” muttered Sonea to herself.

"wha?" mumbled Ariana as she opened her eyes just a bit before gripping her arm which was KILLING her. she was confused. she was just at practice and the next thing she opened her eyes and she saw a ceiling and..was that Dylan? she didn't know nor did she care at the moment, her arm & head was killing her and it was hard for her to keep her eyes open, she felt like she could just sleep forever it seemed. laying in Dylan's arms well possibly there, he could of sat her up in a chair and had her just leaning on him for all she knew she sad no idea, she tried to open her eyes once more but the brightness of the light, which wasn't really that bright at all, hurt her head and she closed her eyes and went unconscious once more. Surely the healer could just pop a potion into her or say a spell and she'd be on her way, but for now she was dreaming of cupcakes in the sky.. literally

Stepping into the waiting room, Dylan surveyed the area that they were meant to be cleaning. She'd said MAINLY the waiting room...So, maybe after finishing up in here, they could venture to the beds and see about getting those straightened up.

The Slytherin Captain was no newbie to the Hospital Wing, of course...and everytime he'd been in there...things hadn't looked that organized or clean. It wasn't the Healer's fault, he knew. His peers were disgusting. That was the truth of the matter. They'd come in...bleeding and sweating all over the place...It was all gross business.

Healer Tillstorm was only one woman.

Whipping out his wand, he conjured up a bucket and scrub brush, quickly filling the bottom of it with Aguamenti!. "I'll start cleaning the floor..."...because magic was all fine and good...but sometimes things needed to be REALLY cleaned.

...And then he got to work, rolling up his sleeves and withdrawing his wand, he splashed water down on the floor, controlling the scrub brush with a levitating spell.

Scruuuuuuuuuuuub. Scrub, scrub, scrub...

Sigh. Well.

West couldn't do a half pie job now could he? Not with Dylan actually literally scrubbing and... yeah okay. He supposed he'd walked right into this hadn't he? Free manual labour. Fine. He took off his outer robes and put them aside and then went and mooched through one of the storage cupboards, resurfacing moments later with some Mrs Skowers, and some rags. And then he started on a wall. Walls needed cleaning too after all.

And it wasn't even so bad, was kind of a work out in a way, so maybe would be a worthwhile thing to make part of their Quidditch training regime next term? He made a mental note to mention it but for now, sleeves rolled up and all, he was rubbing and scrubbing the Mrs Skowers on stuff. The cloth came away dingy, which was surprising since the walls didn't look THAT bad but apparently appearances could be deceiving.

And this was nice and mindless too, cleaning stuff and not thinking about stuff. He'd think about cleaning. Scrubbing. Rather than things.

Dylan covered all areas of the floor, starting at the front desk...and slowly working his way back. At some point, he'd forgotten his wand altogether and had just shoved it into his back pocket, opting instead to get on his hands and knees to start literally scrubbing with the brush. Even parts that look untouched and clean...Those got scrubbed, too.

A silence had fallen between them, both lost in their own thoughts. The mindless movements of back and forth...keeping his subconscious mind at bay.

Back and forth...back and forth...back and forth...

As he went along, he was leaving wet paths...but didn't think too much about that. He'd get to absorbing the water up later with scourgify...since that's what scourgify basically did. SUCKED up messed. So, it'd also suck up the water.

Once Dylan reached the back of the waiting room and had scrubbed at every available floor surface, he stood..."Scourgify!" He started meticulously getting all the water up...because he didn't want himself nor West to fall and break anything...No matter how easy it'd be to fix.

So...A LOT of Scourgify was happening.

A Scourgify here....A Scourgify there....EVERYWHERE a Scourgify!

"Hey Dylan?" West spoke eventually, currently spot cleaning a particularly stubborn smudgy patch on the wall. "Did your legs hurt when you grew?" And had it happened so fast as it had for West?

Well, it was on his mind,since he had taken the potion Tillstorm gave him. The fact that he'd be able to sleep without waking up from the growing pains was kind of a big deal.

Whyyy were there so many fingerprints on the walls? Could people not hold themselves up on their own?

He rubbed at the smudges harder.

After cleaning all the water away from the floor, Dylan dropped the scrub brush back into the bucket and re-surveyed the area. What else was there to do...? His blue eyes landed on the actual seats incoming patients had occupied and sighed. Yes, those. They'd need to be sanitized. BIG TIME.

Moving towards West to get some of that Mrs Skowers cleaner, he heard what the younger boy had asked...The question was off the wall, but Dylan shrugged that off. He'd DEFINITELY been asked weirder. "Actually...I don't really remember them hurting that much. There was slight pain...but nothing that required a potion." It was unlike West, though...who'd apparently shot up overnight. Squirting some onto a clean washcloth, he stepping back over to the seats and began wiping them down diligently...but he DID have some insight to offer. "...I think you're growth spurts are more drastic than mine were...."

Wow, these seat actually had an odor...Gross.

Wiping, wiping...just keep wiping...

"When my dad measured me at Christmas I'd grown five inches already since the start of last summer." West said by way of agreement, a bit glum about it. "I think I grew more since then on account of my sleeves aren't long enough right now." Which was annoying too. He finally got the smudges off where he was working and went over to another patch of wall.

"And I think its made my balance and speed a bit wonky for Quidditch." That'd stop right? Even out? Because he couldn't deal with sucking much longer. Comparative to his own personal best at least.

This part of the wall wasn't too bad so West didn't have to do too much rubbing of the cleaning stuff and whatnot. He still gave it a good go over though.

Five inches? Dylan glanced over at his chaser and sighed. It was no wonder West was bigger than he was now. The Slytherin Captain wasn't short, not by any means...but yea. Odessa was almost looming over him. Not that he was going bring attention to it. West probably already felt insecure enough.

"That would explain it." As he moved onto another stinky set of seats, he snorted. "You've noticeably been off your game this term." Which was true enough. Odessa had always been one of the best in the school...and this term, he'd been lost among the many others. Something that was bitter sweet for both of them.

....WHY was there gum under these seats?! UGH. Gross...

Removing his wand again, Dylan started Diffindo'ing at the gum wads glued in place beneath the seats...As he began working on one...he'd find another. Seriously?! Who did this?

Snort. "Do those potions take all the pain away?"

Ah....

West visibly deflated.

"Yeah." He knew it. Only four goals the whole term, even if his passing game was flawless, was nothing like the standards he'd set himself in the past. And it was hard for him to deal with. Did it make it worse or better hearing it confirmed from Dylan? At least he wasn't offering any false stuff about it. He did prefer that.

The wall looked clean. West went to the door next since those got germy on the handles and all. He buffed on some of the Skowers, and rubbed at it with the rag.

"I dunno yet, that's what she said. So that I won't feel my bones growing."

He believed it though.

After getting all the gum wads removed from the bottom of the seats, Dylan went back to wiping them down. They really did stink...which was understandable considering the state some of Healer Tillstorm's patients come in with. Sweaty, busted up, bleeding, vomiting sometimes...Just gross. Especially on this middle stretch of seats...There was a faint odor...like soured milk...and the Slytherin immediately drew back, clamping a hand over his mouth.

That....SMELL....was one of his least favorites. MERLIN...

Gagging a few times...but nothing coming up, Dylan grabbed more of that cleaner West had been using...Ugh...He just COULDN'T with THAT smell....Noooooo. ONE-ARM WIPING...EWWWW.

GURGLE!

Once the smell had been wiped away...or Dylan hoped it had, anyway, he moved onto the filing cabinets. His nose was clogged with the awfulness of soured milk , though...He couldn't smell anything else.

It was so terrible, he was literally gasping for breath...