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Post by Lisa Lycott on Jul 17, 2006 16:39:05 GMT
Lisa grinned at Erika, looking at her closely. "You know, your skin does have a certain glow to it now." Her grin faded into a small frown, and she glanced at the Nurse once more. "Where on earth do you think she gets her potions?" She asked, remembering the strange variety she had used down at the lake.
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Post by mistressofdarkness on Jul 17, 2006 16:45:00 GMT
Erika rolled her eyes. "That's not the point Lis. The point is, she's a staff member she shouldn't be trying to give me skin care advice. It's not appropriate. As to her potions? I have no clue. And quite frankly, I really don't care either." Erika replied as she began to climb out of the bed.
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Post by Lisa Lycott on Jul 17, 2006 16:54:01 GMT
"Oh but Erika! Your skin is just simply stunning, now!" She said teasingly, stepping away so the girl could climb off the bed. "Even so, how many other healers have remedies that clean your pores, hmm? Luckily the side affects aren't anything like those nasty skele-gro solutions." She grimaced.
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Post by mistressofdarkness on Jul 17, 2006 16:57:00 GMT
Erika just sighed. "Fine, whatever. Let's just get out of here okay?" she asked as she led the way towards the door.
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Post by Lisa Lycott on Jul 17, 2006 17:20:32 GMT
"Already? Don't you want to get your nails done as well?" Lisa asked with a cheeky smirk, following the Ravenclaw. Noticing she was less than amused, she held back a grin and walked out the door.
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Post by Cashew Dumbledorable on Jul 18, 2006 0:13:07 GMT
Cashew, hands on her slim hips and a proud smile on her face, calls an answer out after them. "Actually I design all my own potions! I would never leave my charges in the care of some stranger's concoction." At this Cashew beamed down at Erika, as if completely unaware of any ill will the student felt toward the fine featured nurse. Of course, in a pointed comment a moment later, Cashew continues "In any case, I have a doctorate in magical medicines and experimental potions. I also studied transfiguration intensely while still at university." Adjusting her skirt slightly, this widly feminine healer admires herself in the mirror and concludes sweetly, "I bet you'd never guess my uniform is actually made out of my degrees!" Indeed, if one looked closely, there was a fine lace of text scrolling at the hem of Cashew's white mini. There, 'Ms. Cashew Dumbledorable With Highest Honors from Celia Kent's Ghetto Fabulous Academy of the Magic: The School of Transfiguration and Transformations,' was plainly visible.
"You can be anything you want, girls--- as long as you're willing to work hard and take care of that complexion," she giggled airily at what she must've believed to be an inspiring charge and the text blurred to nearly imperceptible golden embroidery.
Cashew was a little bit of a genius.
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