Harry goes to the Hospital wing

[harrylives.livejournal.com]

Harry arrives at the hospital wing looking somewhat sheepish and sporting a black eye. He looks around for Madam Pomfrey...

((OOC: back dated to just after Ron is sorted into Slytherin. Anyone who is in or around the Hospital wing is welcome!))

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[damnfinecupof.livejournal.com]

(( As far as I can determine, Cooper *lives* in the hospital wing at present, but I won't inflict his babbling on Harry! ))

[harrylives.livejournal.com]

((Aw, go on. He needs a bit more drama in his life XD))

[damnfinecupof.livejournal.com]

(( You asked for it! ))

Hey, it looks like someone roughed you up a little, Wesley. Want a steak to put on that?

[harrylives.livejournal.com]

Steak? Actually I was hoping for a magical remedy.

And my name's Harry. Harry Potter. *sticks out his hand to shake Dale's*

[damnfinecupof.livejournal.com]

*shakes Harry's hand firmly* Special Agent Dale Cooper. I take it from your name you aren't a werewolf, but you haven't earned the right to be called Wesley yet? Well, I'm sure you'll get there eventually if you work hard. What happened to your face?

[harrylives.livejournal.com]

No, I'm not a werewolf. Are you talking about the Weasleys? I'm not in their family.

My face? My best friend happened. He's a Weasley, now that you mention it.

[damnfinecupof.livejournal.com]

He is? *intrigued by this new pronunciation of Wesley* He probably packs a powerful punch, then.

[harrylives.livejournal.com]

*Harry gets a bit defensive* Well, it's not that powerful. He just took me by surprise is all.

[damnfinecupof.livejournal.com]

Aw, that's ok. *patpat* It takes time to get to be as good as a Wesley. They have the element of surprise on their side! I bet your friend would be good at fighting werewolves, too.

[harrylives.livejournal.com]

*is very unused to be compared unfavourabley with Ron, it makes him unsure*

Yeah, we did fight a werewolf once, it was really hard.

[damnfinecupof.livejournal.com]

*!!!* That's awesome. How did you defeat him! *takes out his memo pad to take notes*

[harrylives.livejournal.com]

well, we didn't exactly defeat him...we sort of ran away in the end. It was professor Lupin, we knew he didn't really want to hurt us, but it was pretty scary. Then there were dementors and everything...it was a tough night.

[damnfinecupof.livejournal.com]

Professor Lupin? *dark look* There are many werewolf professors here at Warthogs.

[harrylives.livejournal.com]

Warthogs? You mean Hogwarts right?

[damnfinecupof.livejournal.com]

Yes, Warthogs, definitely!

[harrylives.livejournal.com]

*looks at him like he's crazy*

You weren't on the recieving end of a memory charm were you?

[damnfinecupof.livejournal.com]

*scratches head* I can't say for sure, but I will say this: I'd rather be on the receiving end of a memory charm than on the receiving end of a warthog.

[harrylives.livejournal.com]

*Harry thinks about that one*

Wow. Yeah, me too!

[damnfinecupof.livejournal.com]

Damn straight. Think of the tusks alone.

[harrylives.livejournal.com]

They're big too, aren't they?

Have you seen any around here?

[damnfinecupof.livejournal.com]

Not yet, but there've got to be some around, haven't there? Otherwise they wouldn't have named the school after them.

[harrylives.livejournal.com]

Now that I come to think of it, I don't know why they called the school Hogwarts...maybe you're right!

[alex-dane.livejournal.com]

Alexander reclines uncomfortably on a cot, and looks daggers at Harry. "What have we got here... a ruffian, by the looks of it. Who'd you lose to, you little tramp? A better man, obviously. Or was it a girl? That's more likely, I think - you look as if you've stowed the majority of your thinking capabilities in your knickers." He winces, and shifts in the bed, "Hand me a pillow, boy."

[harrylives.livejournal.com]

"P-Professor Snape? What happened to your head?"

[alex-dane.livejournal.com]

"Damn you to hell you sniveling rat-faced ungrateful boy HAND ME A PILLOW!"

[harrylives.livejournal.com]

Harry hands him a pillow. It clearly is Snape, because it looks like him and seems to hate Harry.

"Is Madam Pomfrey here?"

[alex-dane.livejournal.com]

"Damnit, boy... come here. Come!"
Alexander beckons impatiently as he tries to stuff the pillow behind him with one hand, his eyes glowering at Harry beneath his alien prothstesis.

[harrylives.livejournal.com]

Harry moves closer, but very cautiously, as if at any moment he expects to be attacked.

"Yes? What is it Professor?"

[alex-dane.livejournal.com]

Alexander rolls over a little, and lifts his left leg.
"Tell me, you putrelescent little puke... does this look infescted to you?"
He pulls his robes up a little to reveal a largish bedsore on his left buttock.
"That hag... Missus Dripwax or somesuch, said that it wasn't, but I don't trust her one whit." He rolls back over, and glares at Harry. "And why do you keep calling me professor, you nosedrip?"

[harrylives.livejournal.com]

Harry recoils back in disgust.

"I have no idea about that sort of thing, sorry. I...aren't you Professor Snape? Did you get hit by a memory charm as well?"

[ginevram.livejournal.com]

*was tempted to stay behind and smack Ron, but knew that would just make things worse, so followed Harry to make sure he's all right*

Are you okay, Harry? May I see how bad it is?

[harrylives.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it's just a bruise. I just thought I might be able to get some of that bruise vanishing stuff...Madam Pomfrey doesn't seem to be here.

[ginevram.livejournal.com]

I hope it doesn't hurt too much.

I haven't seen Madam Pomfrey since I've been here. There's a Granny Weatherwax running the hospital wing these days, and some fellow named Steerpike assisting her. Neither one of them seems to be around though. There's plenty of chocolate around. It won't make the bruise go away, but it might make you feel better. Would you like some?

[harrylives.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah chocolate would be great, thanks.

*Harry wanders off to look at the bottles and jars and try and find the stuff he wanted.*