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Post by Draco Malfoy on Jul 16, 2006 6:20:26 GMT
Draco loved firecrackers. Really, he did. Just not when they backfired.
He grumbled as he walked down the corridor, hoping to see the Nurse and soothe the burning pain on his arm. He had to of course, otherwise it might leave a mark. And never would he let any marks ruin his flawless skin.
The door flung open and he walked through with a scowl. There were beds lined up against the wall plainly and he sat down on the nearest one. Running a cold finger across the burn, he hissed before gritting his teeth.
His gaze travelled around the empty room and he paused at the door, glaring. The Nurse had better arrive soon.
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Post by Cashew Dumbledorable on Jul 16, 2006 18:21:54 GMT
"I am here!" Cashew shouted, her long legs gleaming in the bright sunlight that filtered through the infirmary and across the tightly rowed beds. She was not in fact reading his mind but demonstrating her particular strength when it came to impressive entrances.
Cashew, as if there is anyone in the castle who doesn't already know, was a little bit of a show off.
Upon seeing Draco's wounded arm, Cashew leapt to attention, throwing herself over one of the small cots and landing decisively before the young Malfoy, towering over him in her heeled sandles. "Your arm!" she exclaimed, kneeling down to examine it, providing ample oppurtunity for any young student to gaze down her blouse. In reality, she knew this to be the case but had decided long ago that she would practice medicine her own way no matter who judged her. Cashew was a fiercely strong, independent woman---
Cashew was kind of like Doctor Quinn Medicine Woman, or she would have said so had anyone asked. But as usual, no one did.
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Jul 16, 2006 18:31:55 GMT
Draco almost pulled his arm away, thinking to himself that the woman who had entered the room could not possibly be the Nurse. He was distracted, however, by her very distinct figure, and instead let his arm be examined thoroughly.
"You can fix it, can't you?" He asked, trying not to stare at any of the Nurse's more curvy attributes. Though, he couldn't help the occasional glance.
He was a healthy male teenager, after all.
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Post by Cashew Dumbledorable on Jul 16, 2006 18:46:42 GMT
"It will help that you are otherwise a very healthy young teenage male but to repair your arm I will require the use of very strong magic," Cashew mused, breathing in and out very slowly. She stood up very suddenly, drawing a gasp from Draco that she did not seem to hear, "I have just the thing!"
The hogwarts healer dashed to the opposite side of her room and away, Draco noticed, from where the medical supplies were kept. She returned with a small bottle filled with a red substance she explained was a horseradish c-ocktail sauce. "Now," she began, uncapping it with a scarily loud snap, "this may sting a bit and have a very strong smell but you must be strong and bear the embarassment," she announced tearfully, spreading it all over Draco's arm without his consent. Even on the other arm.
Cashew loved shrimp c-ocktail and kept a bottle of the sauce as she found this brand impossible to conjure for some reason. It was her next big goal, after defeating the great evil in the forest, to replicate an exact copy and share it with everyone.
Humming to herself, Cashew scurried around, adding more ingredients to the appetizing poultice (these include sliced onions, chives and several delicately fried shrimp) before sealing it off with a flourish of her wand that produced tight gauze bandages, packing the entire meal to Draco's slight but wounded arm. "Now you must not let anyone try to have a bite of you or you will find the magic diminished. You, yourself, will have to be of very strong will and resist the urge to do so yourself. You may eat the spell once it has served it's purpose." Cashew smiled vacantly and decided she was indeed a very good doctoral candidate.
Cashew did not tell him when he could take it off. It was now officialy a surprise.
((OOC: Apparently the "C-ock" in "Shrimp C-ocktail" is being filtered as profanity.))
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Jul 18, 2006 1:34:56 GMT
Draco was at a complete loss for words as she explained what was in the bottle and then proceeded to dump it on both his arms. He stared at her indignantly when she had finished, his eyes wide with wonder before they narrowed dangerously.
"Isn't the headmistress paying you to be a healer, not a chef?" He snapped, tugging on the gauze with all his strength. He grit his teeth when he found it wouldn't budge, and even the Nurse's attractive figure couldn't distract him long enough to forget his anger. "I don't see where the magic in this is!" His words came out as a growl, and he wondered briefly if he was angry about the shrimp or the fact that this particular healing didn't require one of her famous dances.
Defeated, and fuming, Draco scowled. "If anyone even so much as comes near me because I smell like dinner, I'm going to hex their legs off, I hope you know." He muttered, mostly to himself. Making a face, he looked back at his bandaged arm and let out a long groan.
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Post by Cashew Dumbledorable on Jul 28, 2006 21:45:31 GMT
"Well if this does not satisfy you," Cashew murmurs thoughtfully, appraising the situation carefully. Truth be told, the smell was terribly alluring and it became painfully clear that the boy would eat his own cure. With a sigh, Cashew taps his wrist causing the meal to merge with his own flesh and, in mere moments, healing Draco more completely than he is aware.
"Infusion of magically delicious shrimp lunch. That should do it," she continues, offering him a tray of the leftovers. "Won't you enjoy some shrimp for your trouble? I know getting hurt can be scary, but you're fine now." Cashew knew how it could be. She hugged Draco suddenly, pressing him against her proud and motherly bosom, stroking his hair affectionately as if her were five and levitating the tray beside them. Cashew knew what it was like. As a child, before she had discovered magic, she had been very lonely and prone to injury. It was very common to see her with a scraped knee or a bruise from the older children who often bullied her and it all seemed so needless that people should get hurt and die. She vowed to become a nurse or somebody who could help others and this is what Cashew devoted herself to from then on- magic or not. That's another story.
Pulling herself away carefully from Draco, Cashew rests both hands on his shoulders and kneels slightly to look him in the eye. She could tell he was lonely, that he did not yet know how to connect with others or the importance of this. Cashew hoped that it would not be so difficult for him as it could be. At this the hogwarts healer smiled warmly. "Will you be alright now, dear?"
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Aug 3, 2006 4:32:39 GMT
Draco stared at his arm suspiciously as the food sunk into it, making a disgusted face as it did so. Glancing back at the Nurse, he raised an eyebrow before his expression turned into one of complete shock as she hugged him, her fingers sifting through his hair. "Uh--?"
His voice faltered as he realised how close they were, and his eyes suddenly widened. Just as he was about to scramble away, trying not to dwell on that particular thought, Dumbledorable pulled away and stared at him affectionately.
Staring back, trying not to let his gaze wander any lower than her eyes, he felt a warm flush crawl over his cheeks, and shifted slightly. "Erm- yeah." Rubbing a hand over the patch of skin which had previously been injured, he coughed. "It's er... Fine now."
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