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Miss Mordaz |
PLOT: Fragile Spring [Invite: If your character gets rolled sick, you're in] |
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Posts: 1419 Member Since:10/25/07 Mar 9 16 9:34 AM
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Sunday, 8 March 1987 10:30 am Gloria went down to shiver through her Care of Magical Creatures class on Thursday morning, but afterwards she made the uncharacteristic decision to crawl back into her bed to warm up for a while. Nowhere in this castle seemed warm, no matter how close to a hearth, and it had been several days since she’d been able to remember what it was like to be without that shivering feeling in her chest. With the curtains drawn and the silent sleep that stole over her, she wasn’t at all noticeable in the dormitory through the day. She had no other Thursday classes to be missed at, she’d been so little seen at meals of late that she couldn’t rightly be missed there either, and it wasn’t until well into Friday that she was discovered by Jane, still in the clothes she’d worn to class Thursday morning and burning up with a high fever. She’d been difficult to rouse and Madam Pomfrey had come up to fetch her in person, whereupon she was transferred to a bed in the Hospital Wing and proceeded to sleep for another full day under the supervision of the mediwitch. Her chest hurt quite a lot, and when she opened her eyes, they felt dry and sandy, so that she rubbed at them with her fingers, curling her shivering body up into a fetal position in this unfamiliar bed, trying to remember where she was and how she’d come to be there. Breathing felt difficult, as though a weight leaned on her chest, and as she drew in a deeper breath it turned to a choking cough against the pillow. Soon Madam Pomfrey’s voice was overhead, fuzzy, and a hand on her head and Gloria gasped over a sob, and felt a liquid spooned into her mouth. Her tongue pushed back against it, but Madam Pomfrey was insistent and it was soon swallowed, followed by tears because everything hurt so much and this bed was so cold. It was less than fifteen minutes all together that Madam Pomfrey spent asking her little questions and examining her and performing some various spells before Gloria was laid back against a pillow and promptly fell back asleep. Sunday morning she woke up again, sandy eyes, shivering, and found herself unable to turn over onto her stomach. She wanted to, but it would take so much effort to move that she only whined through her nose and rubbed her fingertips into her scratchy eyes. ![]() When your character is admitted to the HW, Madam Pomfrey will assign you a bed! (Talk with Carls). Your character is supposed to remain in their own bed (yup, even you sweet couples!), so be prepared, when you post into the same bed, for Pomfrey to show up at her own convenience to chase you back to your own bed. This includes posts in THIS thread and any Personal Threads in the HW. Each cot has a curtain that can be pulled full around the cot, or pushed fully back. Each cot area also has a small bedside and a rolling hospital style table for food. Chairs, for visitors (when allowed - which they aren't right now) are scattered about. Cot Assignments: 1 - Willow Finn 2 - Tessa Greengrass 3 - Ashby Grayson 4 - Lizzie Grimm 5 - 6 - Tucker Watkins 7 - 8 - Gloria Watkins 9 - 10 - 11 - Ivy Malone 12 - Tony Reed 13 - Sylvie Carrington 14 - Pippa McKenna 15 - 16 - Ric Morgan
![]() Gloria Watkins
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