WHO; Atomic and All Present Patients. WHERE; Atomic's Cabin WHEN; Day 118, Noon WHAT; Meeting with patients. RATING & WARNINGS; Probably swearing if the Lestrange boys have anything to do with it. STATUS; Incomplete
Atomic had her bed pushed against the far right wall. Unlike the Director, she had no curtains or walls up, since she didn't much have a need for privacy. She had the exact same cot as all her patients, and with a scratchy wool blanket that was a rather sickening dark pea green color. It was an old military blanket she'd gotten in London from a friend years before and it seemed to do the trick so, she stuck with it. A short two drawer file cabinet and metal folding chair were all she usually had, but had managed to procure another 10 or so for the occasion from one of the empty cabins they were using for storage. It was tight but, since she had no other objects in her cabin besides the bed, trunk and file cabinet, they'd fit. She glanced inside the wood stove and popped a handful of twigs in, deciding not to get it too warm since there would soon be more bodies in there. In the meantime, she glanced at her watch then grabbed a chair and leaned on the back two legs, feet propped on the edge of her cot and pulled out a Quidditch magazine.