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Charlotte Montgomery ([info]painisrelative) wrote in [info]amortentiarpg,
@ 2008-10-02 13:29:00
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Who: Charlotte Montgomery & Miranda Montague.
Where: St. Mungo's.
When: Evening.
What: Trouble. Miranda has a medical emergency and, incidentally, Charlotte is the Healer in charge.
Rating: Possibly PG-ish for language.
Status: Incomplete.

For once, Charlotte's shift in the emergency ward was passing without any major hassles. Well, of course, "hassle" was always a relative word - they were still medical emergencies in a magical hospital - but, at least, this time there were no weirdos half-transfigured into runespoors running amok trying to bite her arm off, nor people magically glued to murderous banshees, nor berserk fire-breathing grannies. Currently, she had just finished patching up a ten-year-old boy who had been trampled by stampeding hippogriffs - which was a very unfortunate occurrence, surely, but still nothing extraordinary. The poor child was still in shock and quite hurt, but he was going to be all right.

After having a quiet word with the fretting father (who, apparently, was more worried about having to tell his wife and face her wrath than about the boy himself) and passing all the needed information to the Healer who would be in charge from then on, Charlotte made her way to leave the Creature-Induced Injuries ward. And just as she was stealing a fleeting glance at her watch - still two hours and a half to go, she noted - the young Healer was hit sharply on the forehead by an Emergency Notification Memo. One of those. Charlotte scowled as the bright red parchment airplane fluttered madly around her head and pecked her repeatedly like a bad version of a Hitchcockian bird - and damn the creative someone who had that idea - until she finally managed to snag the annoying thing and pry it open to read-

Witch - 20s - possible head trauma.

Without sparing a second, she stuffed the memo into a pocket and rushed down the corridor, reaching St. Mungo's entrance only few instants later. But as she laid her eyes on the incoming patient, Charlotte hesitated. Ah. So much for the uneventful evening. Of all people in the world, the witch was Miranda Montague.


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