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SEVENTH YEAR
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Post by xavier axel merit on Oct 23, 2013 18:43:04 GMT
 The Hospital Wing staff were familiar with Xavier at this point. He didn't get sick often but he did suffer from just slight paranoia and was always convinced that something was wrong at the tiniest hint of, well anything he consider abnormal in his body. Today it had been a sneeze. One sneeze that he was sure was going to lead to something terrible. He couldn't get deathly ill. He needed to be alive so he could accomplish more great things. He wasn't even out of school yet. He wanted to graduate from Hogwarts and then go back into the science field at home. He wanted to make world changing discoveries and figure out if there was a scientific way to explain magic. He couldn't do any of that if he was dead. Well, unless he discovered a way to transplant his mind into an artificial body. That might allow him to be dead at work at the same time. Though he supposed that technically if his mind was alive he would still be alive too.
For someone with such a great mind, Xavier overreacted a lot. Perhaps it was because of his brain that he overreacted though. He was capable of playing out several different scenarios in his head and right now he didn't think any of them were pleasant. Of course, Xavier wouldn't have called it overreacting. He would have said he was just being prepared for whatever was thrown his way. Which left him sitting on an empty bed in the hospital wing waiting for the nurse to come back. “Oh just take me to St. Mungo's.” He was sure it was going to be horrible. He would settle for a muggle hospital too. Maybe he had just caught something normal and regular medicines could take care of it.
He sneezed again and moaned. “This is awful. I'm really dying.” He sniffed, obviously being a little unintentionally dramatic, and grabbed a few tissues.
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Apr 26, 2024 18:05:41 GMT
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2014 0:02:09 GMT
Isabella tried to avoid the hospital wing as much as possible. It wasn't like she hated the place but hospitals always made her tired. Maybe because most of the time the atmosphere was so nice and calm that it made her want to curl up in one of the comfortable beds and have the best of dreams. This day she had sought out that calm. The night before had held restless dreams and while she could generally live with a small amount of sleep after three days of catching only a few hours here and there Isabella was dead on her feet. Bugging Kian or her younger sister into helping her sleep was an option but they were both busy with their own lives and it was time she grew up and learned how to take care of herself better. Thus she was curled up in one of the softest beds she had ever slept in get the rest she greatly deserved.
Well, she was sleeping until she heard a voice she recognized. Pulling the covers over her head Izzy grumbled to herself and tried to fall back to sleep. She had been dreaming of flying on her broom through a sky full of fireworks. Which she had once done before but this time she hadn't accidentally set herself on fire. The burns had stayed for weeks and made sleeping uncomfortable. Realizing that the young man who talked earlier had said something about dying Isabella peeked out from under the comfortable. Rolling her eyes she pulled the material back over her head. "No you aren't, Silly. You must likely just have a cold or I have heard that some people believe that when you sneeze someone is talking about you." Personally she liked to believe in the second reason. Not only did it make her feel like she wasn't going to get sick but it was always nice to think that someone was talking about her. Groaning she threw back the covers and sat up. Now that she had talked she was never going to get back to sleep. Maybe she would just sneak into the wing later that night and go back to sleep there. Smiling at Xavier Isabella ran a hand through her hair hoping that it didn't look too bad.
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SEVENTH YEAR
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Post by xavier axel merit on Mar 3, 2014 19:59:42 GMT
He hadn't even noticed that there was anyone else in the room. Who would want to be in the hospital wing? This wasn't a place for recreation. It was a place of illness. As much as Xavier claimed he tried to avoid the hospital wing, the reality was that he was in this place just a little too much. Oh, he stocked up on medical supplies when he could to prevent coming, but he always let his imagination (what there was of it anyway) get the better of him and he always landed himself right back in this room. The nurse still wasn't back yet when he heard another voice. A female voice. One he was actually pretty familiar with. He looked over and there she was, lying down and trying to get him to believe in some stupid (in his opinion) superstition about someone talking about him. He didn't want anyone talking about him anyway, unless they were talking about his brilliance. Okay, so Xavier was a little lot egotistical. He watched as the girl sat up and decided he was worth her time to talk to. Or maybe he had disturbed Isabella's recovery. He didn't want that, or whatever illness she had for that matter. He needed to make more amazing breakthroughs. He couldn't waste time being sick.
“Oh no, you don't understand. I've been sn -sn-...” He took a breath and was relieved with the sneeze didn't come, “sneezing. It's terrible.” Maybe he was allergic to something in the castle. He had read about how some people could become allergic to some things. Some people didn't develop allergies until later in life. But he didn't want to be miserable the rest of the year. There was too much to do still! This just would not do. “Why are you here? Are you, si- si- achoo! sick?” He grabbed a tissue and wiped his nose. And that made him realize that his nose was starting to get chapped from so many tissues. This just kept getting worse and worse.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2014 6:22:31 GMT
Leaning against the head board Isabella yawned. Glancing at the clock she frowned. Instead of telling her that she had at least slept for more than four hours the clock only showed that she had gotten only two hours of sleep. Sneaking back into the hospital wing was looking better and better. Someday she was going to give the nurse a large thank you card even if the poor lady didn't know she slept in the wing occasionally. Isabella had a sneaking suspicion that the older lady knew that the teen used the hospital area as a third bedroom but no one had ever told her she couldn't sleep there so maybe the nurse didn't mind. Looking back at Xavier Isabella frowned. He really must be sneezing a bunch because his nose was starting to look a tad red. Which was kind of cute but she would never tell him that.
"If you have been sneezing so much then that is terrible." Shaking her head Isabella turned and put her legs over the edge of the bed. "Nope, thankfully I am not sick. I just came in to get some much needed sleep. I swear these beds are more comfortable than the one's up in the Gryffindor tower." Swinging her feet back and forth Isabella grinned at the teen boy. She hadn't seen Xavier in a while and it was nice to be in his company again. "Lets hope that you are just sick. Colds thankfully leave after a few days if you take care of yourself." Hearing the nurse come back Isabella smiled at the older woman. Standing up the young woman straightened out her clothes. "Well, this is my cue to leave. Unless you want some moral support, Xavier?" She had already skipped most of her classes missing another wouldn't hurt and if it meant spending more time with someone she liked Isabella was fine with missing more school lessons.
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