katie bell is having some issues. (katesbates) wrote in attheclose, @ 2011-02-09 19:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: alicia spinnet, character: katie bell, date: 1996 - 12, etc: backstory, location: london - business |
Who: Katie Bell & Alicia Spinnet
What: Alicia is a Trainee Healer while Katie is at Mungo's for being cursed
When: BACKDATED - December 1996, late afternoon
Where: Saint Mungo's, Fourth Floor (Spell Damage)
Rating: Low, will change if needed for language
Katie leaned back against her pillows with a huff, crossing her arms over her chest as she peered at the pile of books and notes that her little brother had managed to procure for her. Her parents had dropped it all off when they'd come to visit for the day, but it was nearly dinner time, and they'd gone home for the evening, leaving Katie alone with her healing potions and her homework. It wasn't bad enough she'd been cursed, oh no, she needed to do homework too. Lovely.
They'd brought some decorations for her room, too, 'To cheer the place up a bit for Christmas,' her mother had said. And because her mum worked at Mungo's, there really weren't any rules for her parents, so of course the miniature tree near the window and the tinsel above her bed had been allowed. Her mum had also managed to get her a private room, which she was extremely thankful for, Merlin knew how long she'd be in this place but at least she got to be left alone occasionally.
She knew it was too early for the witch with the cart full of patients' dinners to be going by, but she was sure someone would be coming in soon to poke and prod her, or to ask how she felt for the thousandth time. She felt like utter crap, obviously, how did they not understand that? Someone had been trying to seriously maim someone else, and she'd managed to get in the middle of it and ended up missing her seventh year, Quidditch and all. Bloody wonderful. She could hear footsteps on the tile of the hallway, and she silently hoped that it wasn't the Healer who treated her like she was all of eleven years old. That woman was mental. Turning on her pillows, she stared towards the door, wondering who was coming to bother her now.