pl_verity (pl_verity) wrote in plagued_rpg, @ 2010-01-31 13:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | 1999 january, neville longbottom, tracey davis, verity jones |
Who: Tracey, Verity, and Neville
What: A trip to hospital wing
When: Late on Sunday afternoon (After Dem's visit)
Where: The lake and then hospital
Verity had totally missed this and not even realized how much. Being cooped up in the castle so much, she barely even got to run, let alone skate. When it came down to it, Verity loved casual team sports. She loved the jostle of bodies and the way you had to keep track of twenty things all at once. To make it even better, Gwenog had come and seemed to be having a great time. Chalk one up for Muggle sports!
Now if she could just stop getting distracted by the cute blonde in the audience...
Tracey sat away from the group, resting to the side. She watched the game, her hands folded on her lap, squeezing each other as the others played. She wasn't very fond of this game, but Verity suggested that she watch, so she did just that. She frowned every so often every time someone came too close to Verity with one of those... whatever they were. She was nervous for the girl. She was a friend, after all, right? Just a friend.
Sally had the puck, so Verity tried to veer sideways to block her. She accidentally slammed into someone with her shoulder, throwing her a little off balance, but she kept her feet. Sally was still too far off and it looked like she might have a clearish path to the makeshift goal. She pushed off a little extra, trying to get the speed she needed...
And tripped over the tip of someone else's hockey stick. She plowed into the ice, only managing to turn a little to the side so her her nose didn't hit first. She had gotten a hand up, and pain was now shooting up her wrist and elbow, with a little left for her head where it had still managed to impact with the ice.
Tracey's jaw dropped as the events unfolded before her. She flinched, not wanting to actually see her collide with the ground, but when she did, her heart sunk. She cursed, carefully walking forward. The others managed to get her on a stretcher, a precaution when it came to sliding on ice. There was no need to see her fall again.
Tracey followed them as they brought her off the ice. "Verity?" She looked truly concerned. "Are you alright?" She looked pained.
Flat on her back, Verity was laughing and crying and clutching at her injured arm with the good one. "Seriously, I'm okay!" she was insisting. "It's my arm, not my legs! I can walk!"
She didn't register Tracey until she heard her voice. She looked worried for her. Well, in all fairness, a lot of people were looking a little worried, but Verity's (admittedly blurry) eyes wanted to stay on Tracey. "Really, I'm fine. Well, I think my wrist is broken and I want a pain potion right now, but I'm mostly fine."
"You're not fine." She frowned, deeply. "It's not funny, Verity. You crashed into the ground." She picked up her wand and ushered her forward. "Come on. If you can stand, we can walk to the hospital wing, but if I see you so much as stumble, you'll go right back on that stretcher." Tracey didn't like to see her so bruised up. It made her nervous.
Verity wasn't really that concerned, just hurting. She liked playing and wasn't wonderfully coordinated, so it wasn't like these kinds of things didn't happen. A lot. And the great thing about being in the Wizarding half of the world was fantastic sports medicine. Still, she appreciated the mother-henning. It was sweet and Verity didn't get a lot of sweet.
"You're the boss," she assured Tracey, waving back at the other players and holding her bad arm very still against her abdomen. She smiled at Tracey and the drawn wand. "All I want is 10 minutes with Madame Pomfrey. If you really want to levitate me there, alright, but that seems like a lot of work."
"I think it's best," she said, levitating her forward, walking behind her. "You know, with your coordination, playing that stupid game was just ridiculous. Why would you do that?" She had to say, she was a little impressed, but still, now that Verity had gone and hurt herself, Tracey was not as pleased as she was before. She walked with her, leading her inside. "Come on," she said.
Tracey looked down, "Where does it hurt?"
Oh good heavens. "I'm a little clumsy, I'm not spastic," Verity pointed out, a touch petulantly. She quietly let Tracey have her way for awhile. It was almost like a ride.
"It's not like Pomfrey can't fix me up with a few wand waves and a bottle the size of your thumb." Although, to be fair, her injured arm really did hurt. Maybe not jostling it too much was a good idea.
"You keep flinching, Verity. You've done something wrong." She climbed up the stairs, Verity floating before her. "I don't like to see you hurt," she said simply. "It worries me." Her cheeks instantly tinted when she said the words. She sounded like a fussy girlfriend. It was ridiculous!
Verity smiled at the people in the hallways as they passed, grinning as though this was a game, rather than an injury. After awhile, nearing the infirmary, she said, "Thanks. You know. For the worrying. And the levitating." It was hard to talk with her hands so still.
Tracey rolled her eyes a little. "Yeah. You should be thankful for the worrying. I don't like it." She hated fussing and fretting. Her mother did it, but only when she thought 'Oh no, my daughter is a failure!' She rolled her eyes.
As they neared the hospital wing, Tracey heard bustling and screaming. "What the hell is going on?" She stepped in, pushing Verity forward. "Hello?" It was hard to get attention over the screaming.
Neville was asleep behind the curtains surrounding his bed. If anyone heard him though they'd never know that. He kept re-living his attack and that coupled with the pain still running through him made him a little vocal and he was thrashing in his bed quite a bit. He'd asked for dreamless sleep but according to Melinda it would dull the effects of the pain potions to the point where he wouldn't be able to sleep either way.