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Post by Ashanya Alford R3 on Mar 5, 2009 8:29:14 GMT
That intense headache, nobody would have been able to study. She was having that bitter one from the day before the charms class. How would she study? She didn't want to loss any of the class. That's why, she went to the Hospital Wing, in hope of the better.
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Post by Melody Bang-Bala G6 on Mar 7, 2009 15:44:27 GMT
It is a truth universally acknowledged that Quidditch is a brutal sport, and Melody was suffering from the consequences of ignoring that truth: she’d come away from Quidditch practice not only with the usual bruises on her arms and legs, nor even just the occasional bruise on her torso, but with a nasty, round, multicoloured lump on her forehead. It was a rather embarrassing injury to have, when you thought about it, since it suggested that Melody couldn’t even dodge a Bludger that had been heading right at her, at eye level. Actually, she’d just chosen to duck downwards to avoid a Bludger that was heading right at her chest and hadn’t quite made it; she’d not been able to zoom upwards because had been a second Bludger heading for her up there that she’d needed to avoid. It had been a tall order to avoid both of the Bludgers, but her team captains wanted to give her practice at dodging before she played as Seeker in the match against Hufflepuff; the Slytherin team had hit Bludgers at the Ravenclaw Seeker almost non-stop in the previous game, so it was wise to prepare for the eventuality that the tactic might become fashionable.
Melody came straight from the practice (which was still continuing), dismissed to the Hospital Wing after being fussed over and the developing bruise peered at by a worried (and perhaps slightly guilty) team captain. With only a day to go until the match, Melody was still confident that Madam Pomfrey would be able to patch her up so that she’d be ready to go for the game. She entered the quiet room with its crisp white linen on the beds and its mingled smells of detergent, gauze bandages and cough medicine. Madam Pomfrey seemed to be busy attending to a couple of young pupils with dragon pox, so Melody didn’t venture down towards her office. Her bruise throbbed constantly, and more so whenever she moved her head, but she could wait. Melody took a seat on a hard wooden bench underneath one of the large, Gothic style windows. The daylight coming through the window fell on the polished stone floor as little diamonds, thanks to the diagonal leading on the clear glass; it was pretty and Melody smiled at it. There was a younger girl sitting down a little further along the bench, looking rather sorry for herself; Melody smiled at her too.
“’Ello there,” she greeted the other girl. “What’s ailin’ thoo? Ah think me own problem’s glarin’ly obvious, dunnot thoo?” She pointed to the bruise on her forehead. “Me for’ad certainly agrees wit’ me!” she commented, wincing because it seemed that talking too much hurt at the moment. “At leas’ Ah can assure thoo Ah’m not contagious,” she continued cheerfully. “It’s Quidditch practice what’s done this.”
((Translation o’ Melody’s accent:
ailin’ = ailing
thoo = you
Ah = I
glarin’ly = glaringly
dunnot = don’t
for’ad (pronounced a bit like... phor-ud) = forehead
wit’ = with))
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Post by Ashanya Alford R3 on Mar 7, 2009 17:46:02 GMT
That nasty headache was still hurting a lot to her. She found a wooden chair in Hospital Wing. It was not hard to find it, because only few of students were getting treatments there. Sitting there, she was watching Madam Pomfrey busy in others. Nothing could have been done, except waiting for the chance.
At that time, she found a girl stepping into the Hospital Wing. She was having lump on her forehead, and bruises on her torso. Somewhere or the other, the reason might be Quidditch practice, becoz it was the fact that 'Quidditch' means- a game full of rudeness! Coincidence was that the practice was going on, & Ashanya had already seen too many students hurt from the game, as that girl was looking.
She sat a bit further to her & smiled sweetly, greeted & concerned about her. She delightedly said that she was not contagious. Just kidding, nothing else. She knew that. How could she be contagious!!!
When Melody told the reason of that, Ashanya exclaimed,' Yes, I knew it. I was thinking the same!! Well, you were right. This nasty headache is not leaving me alone." Ashanya smiled to her. "We are the 'crops' of the same fields. Am I right?" She laughed.
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