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Entry tags: | * october 2001, - complete, lavender brown, neville longbottom, penelope clearwater |
RP: Ooops!
Date: October 28, 2001 (mid-afternoon)
Characters: Neville Longbottom, Lavender Brown, Penelope Clearwater
Location: St. Mungo's
Rating/Warnings: Injured Neville, strong language in the form of the F-bomb, not much else, PG-13 for now
Private/Public: Semi-Public
Summary: Neville heads over to St. Mungo's as one of his plants seemed not to fancy him that day.
Of course it had to be cold and flu season - so the infirmary was overrun and Madame Pomphrey was less than impressed. So instead of infuriating her more, Neville somehow made it to St. Mungo's before the whole right side of his body went numb.
He had been in the greenhouses - the back ones - taking care of one of his newest acquisitions. Being careful though doesn't necessarily mean that the plant is going to co-operate. So when Neville had moved one of the many tendrils this plant had to check the roots at the top of the soil - he got sprayed with a flurry of needles. "Great." At least he found out that the venom in the needles caused one to experience slow paralysis.
Getting out the door of his semi-office, he managed to bring a picture and brief description of the plant for the Healers at St. Mungo's. It was rather embarrassing though - getting hit with a plant and he was supposed to be training to be an Herbology Professor.
Neville approached the receptionist just as his thigh was starting to tingle with threats of going numb and he lifted and plunked his right arm on the desk, still covered in tiny quills. "Hi, I seem to be suffering some paralysis, is there a healer around?" Neville didn't want to take out any of the needles seeing as he might send a surge of the venom through his body.
"I'll see who's around to help you... just have a seat."
"Alright, though you may want to huwwy...by face is ngoing nub." Fuck, fucking fuck! Neville cursed in his head and had a seat, hoping that they would get to him before they had to scoop him up like a mushy puddle.