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Post by Bryce Alexander on Jan 18, 2007 9:24:33 GMT
Bryce sat on one of the beds that lined the hospital wing. His lower lip was pinched between his teeth as he nervously waited for Madam Pompfrey to return. One of his hands held a pack of ice that he had pressed against his nose, and the other was holding him up as he leaned back a bit, hanging his legs over the edge of the bed. The ice, he was told, was just a temporary treatment until Madam Pompfrety gathered what she would need to fully take care of his injury. It all happened so fast. One minute, Bryce remembered flying on his broom, and the next, he rememberd starring grogily at the sky, many heads floating above him. Quickly, the rest of the team watched him be escorted to the hospital wing. It was only a tryout, and he had managed to break his nose. Luckily someone had cleaned up all the blood by now, so he was only left with a throbbing headache and a frozen nose.
"Alright, that ought to do," Madam Pince said after mending the cartilage with a special spell and some ointment that was supposed to stiffen the skin. It still did feel a little tender at the touch, but she assured him that it would be back to normal in a few hours. No Quidditch for a week though, as the cure would take a little more time to become completely permanent. What were the odds though that he'd get hit again anyways, he thought.
Jumping from the table, Bryce made his way to the end of the room. As he exited, a girl was just entering the wing. Bryce held the door for her and turned to smile. "What do you think?" he asked, raising his brow. He offered one of his cheesy grins and then pointed to his face. "There's none better than good ol' Pompfrey," he teased. "You'd never even know something happened to this perfect face." Bryce never seemed to lay off of the heavy sarcasm and flirting- it was in his blood, what could he say.
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Post by Weetzie O'Keeffe H7 on Jan 18, 2007 23:36:53 GMT
"NO!" Weetzie shrieked as one of her dorm mates almost set her goblet of pumpkin juice on one of her books. She lurched forward and yanked the book off the table, cradling it in her arms. Katy Hudson stared at her with shock, and all Weetz could do was offer her an apologetic smile. "Sorry, but you almost set it on Emily! How could you set a goblet of pumpkin juice, no less, on Emily Dickinson?" Sure, the girl probably didn't even know that the book was there, and yes it was likely that she was very sorry about it, but all Weetzie could do was sigh. She wasn't angry, just slightly shocked at how such a great book full of amazing poems could be glanced over. "It's alright, really. Sorry to have shrieked at you like that, this book is one of my favourites though... so I suppose I over reacted a teensy bit." With another apologetic smile, Weetzie grabbed the rest of her books and stood from the seat at the table she was sitting at in the Great Hall. She left the not so bustling dining area and made her way through the corridors, making her way back to the Hufflepuff common room. The chances of Emily being used as a coaster there were a lot less than they were in the Great Hall.
Her mind was still going over the scene that had just occurred and Weetzie didn't even realize she had stepped into a very familiar and very hated step until she went to move her right leg onto it. It was an odd sensation, having one leg completely stuck in the step and the other on the step below. Groaning, Weetzie looked down at her leg. The stupid step! She cursed under breath as she set her books on the step below the trick step and tried to pull her leg out. She pulled and tugged, but nothing happened. Her mind reeled with ideas on how to get out of the rather sticky situation, and then she decided one last pull. Only, this pull sent her flying back onto the floor where she landed with a 'thud' on her wrist. There was a crack and Weetzie screamed out in pain. Weetzie lay there a moment, happy to be free of the stupid step, but cursing the thing for harming her wrist. Finally, she thought it might be best to go and see Madame Pomfrey. Whimpering slightly as she stood, she pulled out her wand and used it to levitate her books so they trailed behind her as she walked. Her wrist was cradled in the hook of her left elbow and her left hand held her wand pointed to her books behind her.
She made her way to the hospital wing and was about to push open the door when it swung open in front of her. There stood Bryce Alexander, a guy in the year above her but in the same house as her. He held the door open for her and Weetzie smiled. Her smile soon broke into laughter as he said Pomfrey healed his 'perfect face.' "Well, hopefully," Weetzie began with a wince, "she can heal my perfect wrist. I kind of need it to write." Weetzie sighed and continued into the ward, calling over her shoulder, "Can you grab those for me?" Without exactly telling him what to grab, she knew he would see the floating books, she let her wand droop and then placed it on the table beside a chair which she sat on. Turning to Bryce, she grinned; "I'm Weetzie, thanks for getting those."
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Post by Bryce Alexander on Feb 5, 2007 4:12:33 GMT
The girl didn't seem too impressed by his comment, but Bryce just attributed it to the fact that she had been injured. Her wrist must have been broken or at least badly sprained he assumed, judging by the way she was holding it. "Yeah, uh sure," stammered, not quite sure what she was referring to. Then, seeing a stack of books when he turned, he bent down to pick them up and take them to her.
When he caught up to her and sat the books beside where she was waiting, she thanked him and then introduced herself. It wasn't necessary though, as Bryce was best at remembering mainly one thing. And that one thing happened to be girl's names. It just happened to come along with his knack of charm. "I knew that," he said first, referring to her name. "And the books were no problem. I don't think with that wrist of yours that you could have handled them yourself." He wondered if he should stay, and really didn't see why he should, but he was bored and he did feel somewhat bad for Weetzie. "I'm Bryce," he said after a moment, figuring if she didn't think he knew her that she would probably not know his name either. It kind of bothered him though if she hadn't known who he was. Bryce always prided himself in his social status. He got over it though, realizing he couldn't expect every single person to know him. And perhaps she did know him, but just didn't realize it with the pain from her wrist and all.
"So how'd you manage to do that?" he asked, trying to show that he at least had a fraction of sympathy to go along with all of his jokes, sarcasm, and endless flirtation.
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Post by Weetzie O'Keeffe H7 on Feb 7, 2007 21:51:47 GMT
With a smile through her pain, Weetzie quickly went through her mind, trying to find out what she knew about Bryce. After a second of thinking she remembered he was one of the more flirty guys at Hogwarts. Her smile widened when Bryce said he knew who she was and then introduced himself. Weetzie laughed, “I knew that,” she stated with a teasing smile, “You’re pretty much well known amongst the girls in my year.” Of course, not all conversation revolved around Bryce, but at least once a week his name was mentioned in passing conversation. Weetzie shrugged as she leaned her head against the wall. Bryce asked her how she had managed to hurt her wrist and Weetzie nearly burst into laughter at how stupid it was going to sound. Weetzie usually didn’t care how stupid she sounded, but her wrist was hurting so badly and it was because of the stupid trick step. She ran her unharmed hand through her brown hair as she tried to think of a way to make her accident seem less stupid. She came to terms with the fact that there was no way.
“That blasted trick step caught my leg. When I pulled it loose, I flew back and landed on my wrist.” Weetzie rolled her eyes at how even more stupid it sounded out loud. “I’m sure it’s nothing nearly as glamorous as how you hurt your… I’m going to guess nose, because that’s the easiest thing to hurt on your face.” Weetzie sat on the edge of her seat as she tried to see into Pomfrey’s office. Usually she was immediately out to take care of the injured and ill and to shoo the unwanted. Surprisingly, she hadn’t swooped in yet. Weetzie sighed and leaned back into her chair. “Heh, I’m a bit eager to be healed so I can leave this place. I hate the hospital wing. It’s always given me the wiggins.” She smiled brightly again, knowing that most people hated hospitals or anything close to them.
Finally, Madame Pomfrey appeared and sent a glare toward Bryce. “Didn’t you just leave?” The nurse asked as she approached Weetzie. With a grin, Weetzie held out her arm, “Not broken like last time, just badly sprained.” Her voice was full of glee. Pomfrey grumbled and then gave Weetzie something to drink that would heal her wrist. Weetzie drank it like a pro and then handed the glass back to Madame Pomfrey. The nasty after taste caused Weetzie to make a face. Madame Pomfrey walked off with a huff and when she was back in her office, Weetzie turned to Bryce and rolled her wrist with a happy smile. “Almost as good as your perfect face, minus the good looks.” Her eyes brightened as she stood and gathered her books in her arms, her wand clutched in her hand. With a groan escaping her lips, Weetzie tried to shift her books for a better hold on them.
“I think I should stop carrying all my books at once,” she said as she watched the smallest book slide off the top of it. Her blue eyes widened as Emily Dickinson continued to fall. “Bryce, be a gentleman and grab that book, will you?”
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