Fleetly Flee I Fly ((Nattie))

[Ingrid Lewis H4]

It's funny. It's funny how one moment someone can be so happy, so upbeat, and then the next she's falling. Falling hard, into a pit of despair and darkness. It was something that someone might not see, or expect, of someone like Ingrid. Someone so lively, so carefree, so happy and so healthy. Ingrid was always happy, she never let the darkness of worry overcome her and eat her alive. She always fought off those dreads, the sadness, like a knight in shining armor. A modern day Joan of Arc, she was. She brought happiness and smiles, laughter and glitter into the worlds of those who would otherwise be...depressed. Ingrid was just, there. Happy, living, thriving, being an eleven year old. And then she fell. She missed a step, skipped a beat, tripped on a shoelace that wasn't tied. Ingrid fell, and she hit hard.

Not literally.

It was a rather usual day. Ingrid woke up, got dressed, went to breakfast, went to class, and then it happened. She was leaving Charms, walking toward lunch and looking forward to the meal that would settle her rumbling stomach. When it hit her. The wave of dizziness swept over her and went through her, then around her. Ingrid dropped her books and put her hand to her head, pressing her palm against her forehead rather forcefully. Her other arm reached out, her hand grasping for a wall to hold onto. Finally, she felt the stone and braced herself against it, but nothing happened. It didn't help. The dizziness continued to swirl around her, make her dizzy along with it. And she lost her footing, and she fell. People stopped in the halls, but most continued on. They probably figured she would get up and start walking again, after all it was Ingrid. But she stayed down there, and slowly slipped into unconsciousness.

She wasn't sure how she appeard in the Hospital Wing, but she had. Ingrid didn't remember much, but when she went to get out of the bed and walk back to the dorms her feet collapsed beneath her and she fell against the table beside the bed. Her hand jetted out and swiped off the pitcher and glass of water that had been set out. Ingrid groaned and tried to stand again, but it was useless. Madame Pomfrey rushed in and picked up the girl as if she were a feather, setting her back down on the bed. Ingrid looked at her with tears in her eyes. Tears of frustration. She crossed her arms and turned on her side. She didn't know how long she had been staring at the wall with angry and frustrated tears in her eyes, but when she turned around it was to see who had spoken to her.

[nathaniel]

Nathaniel strolled through the open door, trying to look as casual and in-place as he could at the moment. Merlin, he hadn't been here in a while. Nathaniel let his eyes roll over the heavenly white room - with the millions of beds littering the room, and the shelves filled with all different sorts of potions and remedies. The boy nodded and gave a quick grin to Madame Pompfrey as he walked past her, and then started searching for the person that his little trip was all about. His eyes quickly fell upon a small body with a head of bright blonde hair laying upon one of the very neatly kept beds. Nathaniel made his way over to the bed, and plopped himself down in a chair beside it.

He had been told that she would be here, and Nathaniel thought that it would be a nice idea to pay the little girl a visit. After all, she had cheered him up a few times before with her perky and cheerful little personality, so he decided that it would be a good idea to return the favor. All he really knew was that she had fell, and then later passed out. He imagined that she had probably not attended too many of her classes just yet, since he had been told that it had happened in the early afternoon. Nathaniel didn't know what had gone wrong... but he guessed that it would be best to ask that a bit better.

Deciding to make his presence known, "Hey there, Ingrid." he started softly, trying his best not to startle her. "So, umm... how you doin'?" he paused for a few moments. "Oh, well, I s'pose that that's probably not the best thing to ask... since you're in the hospital wing and all, so you most likely aren't too good, ya know." Nathaniel let out a soft laugh at the realization that he was beginning to ramble. "Erm... yes, so... one of my dormmates let me know that I would find you here... and I thought that it'd be nice if I would come for a little visit." he finished speaking and gave the blonde a grin.

((Sorry that it's so short. ))

[Ingrid Lewis H4]

((It's fine.))

Ingrid turned around and saw Nattie talking to her. She listened to him ramble and then a small smile appeared on her face. It didn't stay long though, she glared angrily at Madame Pomfrey and sulked in her bed. The happiness had temporarily left her eyes, and although seeing Nattie had made her smile - she wasn't ready to be completely forgiving to Madame Pomfrey or the school who kept her there. She crossed her arms and lay back, her eyes staring up at the ceiling. How was she? Yes, he was right, that was a very odd question to ask. Ingrid sighed, she couldn't stand being mad at Nattie. Her gaze softened and she turned to Nattie, her face lit up with a large smile, "I'm fine. I'd be better if they let me return to class." She said the last part loud enough for Madame Pomfrey to hear, but if she did she ignored her.

Ingrid tried to sit up and be perky but when she sat up, she immediately became dizzy and lay back reluctantly. She hated feeling the way she was feeling, she wanted to know what was wrong with her - but if they knew they probably wouldn't tell her anyway. She grinned weakly, "No broken bones, and I'm not dying. But they're all worried anyway. I just became dizzy, and sure I passed out, but that's nothing - really. I mean, maybe I just ate something wrong or I haven't been sleeping well. They don't even care to ask those questions, they just care about whether or not they're right or wrong." Ingrid pouted a bit and then turned to Nattie again, hoping to get her mind off the dizziness that was engulfing her once more. She was determined to keep it away though.

"How are classes? I don't know how long I've been gone, but if I'm going to be out for a long time I might need you to get me my work. I don't want to fall too behind. Oh, and what if I miss Quidditch games? Oh, dear dear. I don't think I could do that. Nope, I think I'll just order Madame Pomfrey to allow me to watch the matches." She nodded once for emphasis and then narrowed her eyes at Nattie, "You aren't skipping a class are you? If you are Nattie, I'm going to be very upset with you."