Marietta Edgecombe (marietta_louise) wrote in magic_days, @ 2007-10-25 19:14:00 |
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Blaisey Waisey is Sickey..wickey.
LJ-SEC: (ORIGINALLY POSTED BY flamingblaise)
Who: Blaise Zabini and Marietta Edgecomb
When: January 25th
Where: Hospital wing
Rating: PG-13 (Blaise has a foul mouth, didn't you know?)
Why: Because poor Blaise needs his share of unwanted loving, especially while the old dog is sick. Even if he doesn't want to admit it. And Marietta's cute, that's why.
Blaise laid in the hospital bed, tossing his journal to the side, drinking from a small cup full of medicine Madame Pomfrey served him. He made a disgusting face at the horrible purple liquid, and demanded something to wash the taste out with. As the woman walked away a tad angrily, he gave a sneeze, and wrapped himself up in the covers, getting a chill.
"Blaise Adamo Zabini does not get sick," he repeated over and over to himself, hoping that his problems would suddenly clear up. Of course, at no avail, he slid his expensive shoes under his cot as a form of protection and drank more of the disgusting liquid, straight from the bottle as Madam Pomfrey hurried over with water, yet again.
"Never mind that woman, I need to get better now!" he grumbled angrily, swatting her away as if she was a fly. Is she blind? He was in horrible condition and her mediocre service wasn't enough for him.
Even as Madam Pomfrey assured him that he would be fine, Blaise demanded that if so, why he wasn't back on his feet again and swatted her away some more. He dropped back into his bed and stared up at the ceiling, wanting to know exactly why he was in the situation he was in. Why couldn't somebody like Hannah Abbott be sick? She wasn't doing anything important after all. He would've thought of classmate Draco, but having that idiot sick would've ended up in an endless tirade of bitching about pain and torture, from him taking a cold and blowing it out of proportion, as if he was on the edge of death and needed to grasp his mummy's hand just one more time before eminent death. What a wanking git.
</a></b></a>marietta_louise 2007-10-25 19:33 (link) | |
The worst part about being female happens once every month, and for me, this one is particularly bad. Merlin knows I didn't want to drag myself out of bed and head to Arithmancy today, but I wasn't the type of person to just skip classes. Even completely miserable. So, if I don't want to stay miserable, my only option is to drag myself to see Madam Pomfrey and get a potion or hot water bottle or something. But when I get there, I see a frazzled Madam Pomfrey and a dramatic Blaise Zabini there. "Can I help you?" Madam Pomfrey asks me tiredly and my eyes dart from her to Blaise and back again. "Er..." I say, "er..." Yeah, I don't really want to say what the problem is while he's in the room. |
</a></b></a>flamingblaise 2007-10-25 19:42 (link) | |
Marietta Edgecomb, best friend to Cho Chang, unknown random Ravenclaw to Blaise Zabini. What a stupid girl, Cho was annoying as ever with her ballistic crying every three and a half seconds. If she could fly as well as she could cry Ravenclaw would've won the house cup by now. Blaise sat there for a moment to stare at Marietta and after a few seconds a disgusted look befell his face. "Disgusting," he grumbled, rolling around in his hospital bed to face away from her. Like he wanted to hear about her feminine problems. Please. (Reply to this)(Parent) (Thread) |
</a></b></a>marietta_louise 2007-10-25 19:54 (link) | |
Considering I haven't even said what my problem is, I'm not sure what he finds so disgusting. But maybe it's just me. I know that I'm not as pretty as Cho or anything - just ordinary old Marietta Edgecombe, standing here with my hands clasped over my abdomen. ...Well, that could have been a clue. "Yes, Miss Edgecombe?" With a red face, I whisper my problem into Madam Pomfrey's ear, and with a more understanding look, she has me sit on the bed next to Blaise with an "I'll fetch you something, dear." She looks a bit calmer now, and I can only guess because I'm a better patient. (Reply to this)(Parent) (Thread) |
</a></b></a>flamingblaise 2007-10-26 21:29 (link) | |
Having the same girl sitting right in front of him this time was rather annoying. Rather then turn right back around much like a pouting child, he just laid there and looked at her. He hated being sick since childhood. 'Mum, I'm sick' said little child Blaise, laying on the couch with purple spots all over his face. His mother paid no attention to him, women were swarming the area with clothes and makeup to pamper his mother with. 'Oh you'll be fine Blaise, I'll be back tomorrow.' She left him there by himself, sick, helpless, and only four years old. He shook the memory and smiled at her. "Marietta, is it?" (Reply to this)(Parent) (Thread) |
</a></b></a>marietta_louise 2007-10-26 22:46 (link) | |
He may not like having me in the bed next to him, but I'm not really thinking. Especially as Madam Pomfrey has given me a hot water bottle and told me she'd be back with a potion soon that would make me feel better enough to leave. When he says my name though, I have to turn and look at him. He's lucky I do have the hot water bottle on my abdomen or I would not be as friendly as I am. "That's right. Marietta Edgecombe. And you're Blaise Zabini." Hey, I could have been worse! (Reply to this)(Parent) (Thread) |
</a></b></a>flamingblaise 2007-10-27 22:54 (link) | |
Looking into the face of a pretty Ravenclaw girl expected to be a natural loud mouth and having her talk quietly to him gave Blaise the upper hand. Keeping his humble smile, he nodded. "Yes I am," he answered. It was a good opportunity to be nice. Even so, his smile quickly disappeared and he swatted her away, gesturing with his hand. "Yeah well Marietta, go bleed somewhere else." Your typical Blaise Zabini, mean, curt, to the point, without any kind of sugarcoating. Not even bittersweet. (Reply to this)(Parent) (Thread) |
</a></b></a>marietta_louise 2007-10-28 16:05 (link) | |
Wince. I really don't like people being mean to me - or mean in general. That's part of the reason why I can never stay angry at Cho for too long. I just hate the thought of someone being upset with me. Fortunately, it's at this time Madam Pomfrey brings me the potion she promised which I down quickly. "So be it," I tell him, and after being assured by Madam Pomfrey I can keep the hot water bottle a while, I grab it and head off. I'll have to tell Cho about this. (Reply to this)(Parent) (Thread) |
</a></b></a>flamingblaise 2007-10-31 19:04 (link) | |
Blaise rolled his eyes as she started to retreat away, she took things so literally. He didn't actually want her to leave, he preferred she'd stay, after all, who was he going to talk to. "Marietta, don't take it so seriously. Come back, already." He looked over at the head and only nurse in the Hospital Wing, and said, "If I'm not going to get to talk to her, I'm going to talk to you." He knew this would get her, she hated him already. |