Guilt by Association (guiltbyassoc) wrote in gbaic, @ 2016-12-16 16:05:00 |
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Oscar Corner was a man of professionalism. Every edge properly creased, skin properly moisturized, and hands tucked neatly behind his back. Room 171 was warded to keep what yells of pain trapped inside. He and a member of the security staff stood outside waiting for the house healer to arrive. As he checked his watch the footsteps of Sheryl Higgs rounded the corner. Her heels articulate, her hair in place, and her robes neatly creased. She was well kempt despite the fact that she was coming from a patient in room 115 who’d suffered from a rather brutal splinching. “Mrs. Higgs,” Mr. Corner greeted with an extension of his hand. “Glad to see you’ve found your way.” “Yes, thank you Mr. Corner,” she nodded with a firm shake of his hand. “Mr. Bletchley is typically Mr. Warrington’s patient here - but seeing as he’s currently preoccupied with another VIP - How good are you at spell damage?” “I’m pretty well rounded…” “Bletchley can be very … dramatic. So, Mr. Yaxley will be present to assist you in anyway,” he motioned to the security member who nodded. “Do you know what sort of magical injury we’re dealing with? “Mrs. Higgs asked as she moved to place her hair in a bun. “He’s a for-hire cursebreaker-- Details of what he was working on is confidential.” The woman clenched her jaw and gave Mr. Corner a look that reminded him a great deal of his own mother when she was losing patience with him. “Alright…” she heaved a sigh and stepped around the manger of The Hotel. The yells of Mr. Bletchley vibrantly bounced off the corridor walls for a brief moment before the door closed again. Mr. Corner nodded with another assignment ticked off his list as he moved to the next work related fire that needed to be put out. |