Consequences to the Ball

[Teagan]

OOC: Sorry if this isn't too great and is kind of boring.

This is the continuation of The Christmas Ball.

IC: Ah. Well, this would be a change. The prefect who had tried to avoid the dance had come, and she was to leave only a few minutes after her hesitant arrival. It seems that her desire to not be there had finally been answered. Finally, she could leave. Finally, there would be little for Sephe or Samantha to complain about. Unfortunately, this little chance of freedom also involved someone getting hurt, getting hurt greatly in mental and physical attributes; also, this was because of more than one being having to deal with them. The student had presumably hurt the demoness and lycan; the lycan and demoness had presumably hurt the student. It was a little war; both sides were hurt many ways because of the other; it had been pointless.

This little war of theirs was only wasting their time and holding them back; why couldn't they try to be civilized rather than fighting and keeping their weakness? There was a reason particular things claimed by the word "compromise" existed. A compromise was defined as a "settlement of differences in which each side makes concessions;" in other words, it meant that each side surrender something, like one of their goals, so that each group could achieve what they were working so hard for; to achieve the thoughts energized by ambition in their minds; to defeat their enemy. Still, you didn't need to defeat your enemy to accomplish your goal. Instead, you could work with them like allies, defending each other and reaching agreements, instead of remaining stubborn and pointlessly squabbling with a possible asset.

Of course, the prefect wasn't here to lecture; she would comprise with the chance to leave. Instead of the fifth year student and the fourth year student bickering, they would surrender their different opinions in order to leave the ball, Teagan's little goal, and to heal the other's arms, the injured student's little goal. With this hidden agreement, they would be able to achieve their wants and have things taken care of; they could always explain their own opinions some other time. Perhaps they could do so after some certain broken limbs had been healed and they would be feeling more cooperative.

With Teagan's words, Shae's eyes darkened, and she agreed to start her work. Ghostly fragments of violet hair strands floated with the rest of her ethereal body as she told Roan that she would needed to be treated at the Hospital Wing with potions and giving her prefect the gentle order to help Roan but to not touch her arms. At last, Teagan learned what the injured student's name was.

Stubbornly, Roan refused to cry but bit through her lip, letting blood drip into her mouth. She was determined as she moved her limp, pained body onto her knees and soon stood. All she needed to do was to let Teagan help her to allow her body a slight amount of peace, rather than forcing it to deal with such strain. Her deranged arms were bloody and in deep shades of blacks, blues, and violets with occasion red places. That breakage had caused some hemorrhaging with her bones and veins. Sluggishly, the girl persuaded her aching figure to move, move onward, and not delay.

Teagan's fiery eyes calmly watched Roan drag her mangled arms through the air; it appeared unlikely that she would get to the Hospital Wing and be in a more peaceful state of being; the shock would be setting in soon, and that was quite unavoidable when it came to injuries such as these. "Persephone, you can deal with this?" asked Teagan in reference to the ball; all they really needed to do was clean the mess on the floor (probably with scourgify) and maybe get the party started up once more. Anyway, Teagan wasn't too great when it came to starting parties; that was more in her partner's district. Headmistress Rose was there as well.

Teagan's straight hair slid across the darker colors of her dress as she turned more directly to the limping Roan. Roan had been fortunate that her dress was sleeveless; that would make things less painful. Now, having had some more practice in her shoes, Teagan calmly stepped by Roan and gently placed her right hand onto Roan's left shoulder, lightly taking off some of the weight the Hufflepuff had to carry and making their path a little more balanced so there wouldn't be any painful falling over once shock took its full affect; shock numbed some of the feeling, but it generally made you immobile.

They went to the Hospital Wing.

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Usually healing quickly and staying out of trouble, there had been very few times in which the prefect had to journey there. Perhaps, it had to deal with her being a Ravenclaw? After all, they seemed to have the common sense to stay on other individuals' good sides. They were also known for getting along with the teachers (whom had instances where they needed to be feared). Clever, they were supposed to also be able to get along with other students and solve problems. With that trait, it would also seem that they were less involved in the battles of the school, preferring to stay out of things like that. In fact, the only times Teagan had actually traveled to the Hospital Wing was because of other students; what a coincidence.

Carefully, the Ravenclaw prefect directed Roan over to one of the empty patients' beds and gently eased her down, making sure that the arms didn't lay on the surface of it. Not knowing too much about procedures like this one, she would leave the decisions to be made by Shae; Shae actually knew what she was doing. Now, Teagan released Roan and moved a few feet away, so she wouldn't be interfering too greatly. Teagan was still wearing Ariadne's dress and it still layed over her form with, of course, the dark gloves covering her hands and forearms. It was interesting on how she had dressed and didn't need to stay at the ball for long.

[-Roan-]

The progress to the Hospital Wing had been slow and painful for Roan. Everytime her arms even remotley moved she wanted to just scream out with pain, but was still biting her lip to keep from doing so, blood running into her mouth. Teagan with her was a great help, she didnt have to worry about stumbling on anything, and could just focus on getting there as smoothly as possible. Her arms were hard to look at, and she kept her eyes up as much as possible to avoid even catching a glance. You deserve this, again! Why cant you just keep yourself out of these things instead of sticking your nose where it doesnt belong! She berated herself again and again on the way to the Hospital Wing until they finally got there, and the 'Puff was slowly helped into that bed.

She just sat there, her arms hanging limply at her side. Shock had set in, and people would have known it had they taken her pulse. It was weak and rapid, and her breathing had become shallow. Right now Roan didnt care about anything, just her arms and hand getting healed. Fenris knew just how to hurt her in the perfect way, it was eery. She just looked at Teagan with blank hazel eyes and nodded, whispering a quick "Thanks" for helping her to the Hospital Wing. Roan almost hoped she was like she used to be, no pain tolerance whatsoever. Had this happened months ago the girl would have passed out from the pure stress of the situation and the look of her arms. But no, she had to get stronger, which meant dealing with what was in front of her all the time now.

This Hospital Wing was getting all too familiar. For a while she refused to go when she had injuries, and would go and sit in her room in the dorms as much as possible, dealing with it herself. Now whenever she was injured, someone was usually around with enough sense to drag her to the Hospital Wing, not that she needed to be dragged this time. The biggest fool in the world would know they couldnt mend broken arms by just waiting for it to heal on its own. Roan braved a glance at her arms and winced when she noticed all of the colors on it. From the looks of things more than just the bones had been broken. Typical.

All the 'Puff could do at this point was concentrate on breathing and try and get the pain out of her mind. She was still biting her lip, for every pang was hard to deal with, she didnt want to be screaming her head off. Other than her arms and hand, her skin had become pale and clammy. Roan kept her mind focused out of pure will alone, it kept threatening to wander, and to wander would mean to lose control of everything right now, in the one time she couldnt afford to do that. This injury couldnt kill her, but she didnt want it to do any permanent damage. She needed her arms and hands, with her work she was doing for the Resistance. But right now, Roan couldnt care less about the Resistance. After this she was taking time to heal, no matter if the school was burning down around her toes, it was her turn for a break from the war.

With as deep as a breath as she could manage, Roan closed her hazel eyes and relaxed as best she could, every nerve screaming at her, waiting for treatment to begin.

OOC: Sorry for bad post, its like 3 AM here >.<

[Shae]

The ghost hadn't followed Roan up the many winding corridoors to the Hospital Wing, she had asked Teagan to do that. There were things that she needed to make fresh, as fresh was the only time they were even remotely potent, other bottles of potion went to a metal tray beside a fresh and unoccupied bed, which Roan was along soon enough to fill.

"You drink this first," the ghost started, a hot cup of herbal tea floating over to the girl. "It will ease the pain so that your arms can be straightened into their propper shape. I'll need your help for that Teagan," she added.

Cotton pads were soaked in the contents of potion bottles and hovered millimetres from Roan's skin, waiting for the tea to take effect so that they could start rubbing their contents into the Hufflepuff's skin with out causing further pain to the girl.

"I'll do as much as I can your way, but fingers, blood vessles, and nerves get done mine. You'll be resting here for at least a day, and I'll be pouring normal herbal teas down you at regular intivals. I'll give you datura tea to make you sleep before I get Teagan to help me straighten your arms. I promise you, Roan, you don't want to watch your arms being straightened," said the phantomess as the swabs applied themselves to numbed skin.

"Now this," she said as a medicine cup floated up to Roan's lips. It's contents were the colour of muggle cough syrup, but this was a potion for finger-bones. Specially formulated to correct their arrangement and fix any breaks they had suffered.

The ghost studied Roan over and over again, searching for any other visible signs of damage that had been done to her body. If she had seen the girl walking she might have had a better idea, but she hadn't. It was time to ask.

"Is there anything that got damaged apart from your arms, Roan?" asked the spectre, her tone stern and worried.

Silently she was also thanking Teagan for coming and being so helpful, though she did have some idea that the red-head didn't much like socialising, and she had done her prefect a small favour in asking for her help. What she would ask in return would be a great deal more.

[-Roan-]

Roan let out a sigh of relief when she saw that Shae was there, and medicines as well. Finally she could get her arms and hand back into shape. It seemed the ghost was ready to get working as well, because already the 'Puff was asked to drink something. Roan wasnt a big fan of Magical Healings, but would take as much of it as Shae wanted her to here. When she heard the effects of this tea, she drank it down, ignoring any taste in her mouth. The pain in her arms had made her wand to scream before, but now she found it alright to remove her teeth from her bottom lip and stop the blood flow into her mouth. It felt numb, not real, but her arms were reduced to a dull pain rather than sharp pains. Enough that someone could touch them without the 'Puff screaming.

She barely felt the cotton swabs dabbing on whatever the ghost had them putting on, and focused on other things. Her skin was still pale and clammy, a pain reducing potion was not going to change that. Her breathing was still shallow except for the few deep breaths Roan managed to take when she remembered to. Shock had set in a while ago and was still affecting her from the bleeding inside her arms after veins were ruptured in the blow from Fenris's foot. Yet another potion was set before her and she drank it, wanting her hand back to normal. Only one thing comforted her through all of this and that was the thought that Shae would use as much of the muggle treatments as possibly, but magical treatments were required if she was to regain movement here soon, soon enough to do work.

It wasnt a happy thought to know she would be confined to the Hospital Wing for at least a day, and that meant probably more if the 'Puff wanted to recover correctly. She wanted to rest, but she had been intending the common room. It seemed she wasnt to have any choice in the matter. Roan was awaiting the tea that would make her sleep, the sooner she escaped from this the better. And to have her arms straightened sounded painful, and wasnt something she wanted to witness after seeing the colors that had covered them before. No, she had enough of that sight. It was time to leave it to the others. It registered in her mind that Shae had asked her another question, and Roan focused long enough to find the answer.

"No...I, dont think so. Just my arms and my hand. Fenris was merciful this time." She said calmly and blankly, turning her eyes towards the ground. Fenris had been merciful to just attack her arms and her hand. Pain like this she could take just as physical pain. It was when he chose to do things like burn her with her own fire that really scared her. Things of the mind. It was an odd thing though to say that the mad lycan had been merciful, for he didnt have a speck of mercy in his body. So Roan just shook her head to emphasize the fact that nothing but her arms and hand were injured. Thankful for the medicines so far that were making the pain dull, she waited for Shae's next move in the fixing of her arms.

[Shae]

The ghost couldn't stop a small smile from tugging at her lips when the teacup of datura and linden tea floated up for Roan to drink.

"You seem surprised by that," she said as the first swabs stopped and new ones started, sending healing through the skin to fix up blood vessles and nerves.

"Whether you believe it or not Roan, that lycan isn't just a monster. He's had to deal with becoming a lycan, and everyone takes that differently. The way people treated him when the bite was fresh will also have affected him. Don't hate him Roan, he's angry, not evil," she said softly.

She had friends who were lycans, had treated one of them in the Wing, and been allowed to visit them in the Lycan Tunnels. Not that either had been an extended visit.

"When you wake up from this your arms will be in plaster, and I'll give you something nice to drink," she added, meaning the cupful of sleepy-tea.

A pair of large soft gloves floated over to the ghost, and when she put her hands in it was proved that they were spelled to keep her icy touch inside them, as they did neither grow frost or even become cold.

"Teagan, when Roan is asleep I want you to hold firmly to her shoulders. I'll pull her arms back into their proper shape. Whatever you do, don't let go of Roan's shoulders, alright?" she said, looking up from Roan to the Ravenclaw prefect.

[-Roan-]

Fenris? Not evil? The day she believed that is the day that Roan would burn a library full of books. How could she expect him to not be evil with all of the stuff he had done to her, all the pain he had caused, both physical and mental. The Hufflepuff shook her head. “He could control it…he has that power inside of him…after all I have been through with that lycan, there is nothing that can convince me his isn’t evil. And I hate him, with every fiber in my body I hate him.” She said quietly, with a bit of spite in her voice. Before meeting that lycan she had been a calm, quiet little girl who all she wanted was a good book and to be left alone. But no, it was the constant encounters with him that had driven her to want to kill him, and had planted the seed that made her wand to protect the school against his madness. This was the person who knew exactly what buttons to push with her to make her act different ways. No, Roan would never stop hating Fenris, especially after what happened tonight.

Of course she knew he had his own reasons for attacking her. In fact, most of them had been the ‘Puff’s fault, but she wouldn’t admit that to herself, not so soon after another attack. It was usually because she didn’t know how to keep her big mouth shut, and when to just stop standing up for someone. Then he would be provoked and injure her in some way. But would Roan stop being stubborn enough to admit that to herself and to Shae, no, because she wouldn’t fight against her own nature. It was actually a surprise that the ghost had said anything like that, for she would be hard pressed to find someone who didn’t hate Fenris.

Her thoughts strayed and she remembered what the nurse had said. Her arms in plaster? Great. Roan wasnt going to protest it, but then again, anything Shae came up with the girl was probably going to be stubborn about. For once she was just going to let her do her job. The prospect of the sleeping tea was a good one, Roan just wanted out of this at the time, wanted to get away from her arms and all the thoughts in her head. For now they were focused on Fenris, in one of her many debates about the lycan. Once when she had this debate, the girl had walked down into the forest in the middle of the night to have a peaceful talk with Fenris, and his couterpart, Mr. Rutherford. Hopefully these thoughts wouldnt lead to something of the sorts, she highly doubted he would be in a talking mood should she venture into the woods.

Roan drank the tea and grimaced at the taste, but did as she was told. The girl did not want to be awake when her arms were to be straightened, that was for sure. She pitied Teagan, and hoped that if the girl didnt want to help with this, she wouldnt. The 'Puff didnt like putting people in an uncomftorable position, unless she hated them and wanted them to suffer for something. Teagan had been kind so far, and she didnt wish something like that on the girl. The effects of the tea were quick, and she felt groggy and her hazel eyes drooped a bit. Every limb in her body lost the will to be moved, and within a few moments the girl was out of it. The last thing she heard was Shae telling Teagan not to let go of her shoulders before she fell into the reaches of her mind, where only she was allowed.

[Teagan]

By now, the infamous shock had set in on Roan, and her drained body and expression appeared to be utterly sickened. Most of her skin was pale; much of her blood had journeyed to Roan’s broken arms, making them swell to great enlarged proportions. With a professional’s ease, Shae had immediately gone to work.

A hot cup of something that smelt like edible dried leaves drifted over to Roan. It’s contents were of a clean kind of filtered-like brown color; since it smelt a little different than coffee, Teagan supposed that it must have been some kind of tea or other health drink or, possible, a kind of potion that didn’t taste too unpleasant. Of course, there was the possibility that it held a tea mixed with some potions; Shae was the only one who knew. After calmly ordering Roan to drink it, Shae had commented that the liquid would ease the pain. Perhaps easing the pain will also numb the shock’s effects? wondered the prefect; she really wouldn’t know. The ghost effortlessly caused pre-soaked cotton pads to float very closely to Roan’s battered flesh, waiting for the right moment, before gently beginning to rub the fluid imbedded into them onto Roan’s distressed arms so that their chemicals managed to leak and partially drench the discolored skin. Of course, one may have found if difficult to see what the potions’ colors were; after all, the color of skin that they were being put on wouldn’t exactly be considered pale. Next, Shae gave Roan a few instructions about what she was going to do—and with Teagan, apparently. Continuing to examine Roan, the ghost kept using items and asking if anything else had been injured to Roan.

A few times, Shae had mentioned that her prefect, Teagan, would help to straighten Roan’s arms so that they would be enabled to heal. That also possibly meant that Teagan would be touching the crushed limbs; she really didn’t care for the thought of touching the other girl’s misshapen arms. At the moment, the prefect was feeling very fortunate to know the Cleaning Charm, seeing as there was a good chance that she would be getting blood onto Ariadne’s clothes. Like most people, the prefect hadn’t been in situations like this one before; it would be a test of how well she could remain calm and do her job, though she didn’t intend to waste time before cleaning of the messy blood, if necessary.

With the slight amount of discomfort and stress added from the idea, the prefect’s eyes added a few more specks of violet to their already red-violet color. Roan’s brown hair lay askew, oblivious and ignorant of how she may have organized it before the dance. Sweat had also formed on her clammy flesh, perhaps making the cream dress less agreeable-feeling than normal. If it weren’t for the sweet coolness caused by Shae’s ethereal form, the Hospital Wing most likely would have felt much hotter.

Soon, the soaked floating wads were replaced. With it, the nurse gave Roan a small, passive lecture about how the infamous Fenris Fenrir was just angry, not a monster. Teagan had to agree; she probably wouldn’t have been in the best mood if someone had attacked her with a bombardment of spells. Then, Shae also told Roan that her arms would be in plaster when she awoke. Some rubber gloves silently drifted over to the ghost, and she slipped her see-through appendages into them; surprisingly, the gloves didn’t even gain a layer of frost when anything near her usually became glazed with cold. Now, Shae’s gentle eyes moved over to the prefect, and she gave orders consisting of holding Roan’s shoulders as soon as she was asleep so that Shae could pull the arms into a straighter position; it wasn’t odd to have some kind of notion that this would not be a pretty sight.

Fortunately, this meant that there was no need for Teagan to remover her gloves, as she had a meek worry of earlier. Anyway, she’d prefer that the crude black scar-like mark on her arm remained concealed; there was no need to cause unnecessary curiosities because of it. All she was required to do was to hold Roan’s shoulders firmly so, seemingly, Shae could pull them into a nicer position for Roan; it wasn’t very difficult to understand why the ghost believed that Roan wouldn’t want to see her arms being straightened. So far, the process sounded rather… noxious, but Teagan’s body had done some rather disgusting things before; most of which she had little to no intention (mostly no) of talking about. At least, for a long, long, long time until the act would seem convenient, anyway.

As Roan’s expression eased into a settled doze, the prefect quietly moved behind her on the side opposite of Roan’s untouched legs; luckily, she had fallen asleep while sitting. Considering that Teagan was still wearing the small transfigured heels, Teagan was quite calm and fluent in her motions. Her slender fingers gently rested onto the brunette’s shoulders before tightening their grip around the mix of dress and flesh. Her firm fingernails didn’t press into Roan’s skin due to the fact that Teagan had chosen to push most of the pressure into her thumb and fingers, so Roan wouldn’t get too much bruising from having fingernails digging into her shoulders as her arm was being reset. Personally, Teagan would have preferred to do as more with magic, compared to Roan’s desire for Muggle methods, not that Teagan would have needed much of it in a given situation; magic, for the most part, seemed to work much faster and more skillfully.

Now that the Ravenclaw prefect was ready, all they needed to do was wait for Shae to get things started.

[Shae]

The phantomess carefully and firmly gripped one of Roan's arms below the break. With a slow, constant motion she pulled the arm back into it's propper place. If she eased the strength of her pull for a moment the entire thing would be ruined. The dead girl didn't let go of the first arm until she felt the bones slide into their proper place.

Instantly the arm was it's propper shape again, it began to be plastered. Magic applied the plaster, and made it set quickly, so that no one had to worry about plaster on their dress. It could be a beast about coming out of clothes properly, always determined to leave some small mark.

Then she moved to the other one, repeating the process. When the other arm was in place and in plaster, the phantom rubbed her forhead as if it were covered in sweat.

"Thank you Teagan, I know it's not pretty to watch, but at least they look normal now, apart from the colour, but that'll return to normal soon enough," she said as she removed her gloves and sent them back to her office.

A couple more bottles came to the ghost when the gloves disappeared from sight, and for just a moment she considered them.

"Teagan, hold Roan up please and open her mouth just a little. She won't like the taste of these if she has to be awake when she takes them, so I'll pour them down now before she wakes up. They're for her blood vessles and nerves, once she's taken these she ought to look like nothing happened, apart from the casts that is," she said as the bottles measured out some of their contents into a couple of medicine cups.

[Ashlle G. Rainier]

It had taken Ashlle a while to put on her full suit of weapons but she'd finally managed it and came down to the Hospital Wing. Apparently she was not in time though for some Muggle had gotten in and put casts on Roan.

Ashlle knew from experience that Casts didn't heal anything. A boy had once twisted her arm so badly that the bone cracked and she'd been in a cast for months and months. When she'd had her physical at St. Mungo's for her first school year they'd found the cracks were over-healed and they'd had to used spells to shave off the excess. The process had been painful but Ashlle's freedom of movement had been greatly improved.

"Roan!" Cried Ashlle running over worried. "You look like you just got out of a Muggle Hospital! What happened to you?"

[Shae]

"Hush, Ashlle, she's asleep. I put the casts on her, she's ranted at me before that she preffers muggle remedies to magic. You and I know they're retched clumsy things, but I'm not leaving her healing process at wrapping her up in them," the ghost said as bottles floated around her.

She and Ashlle had been at loggaheads over the ghost's use of muggle remedies before as well. The phantom was in a habit of doing whatever she could to get a patient to co-operate, and with Roan that meant obvious muggle remedies. She never thought much of telling anyone how many little potions she poured down their throat in just her datura mix to help them sleep.

"And what are you doing in all your clank in here? There was an accident at the Christmas Ball, that's all. It's over now and if you would please stop yelling, I want to give her these potions before she wakes up and has to taste them," she added slightly peeved to say the least at the way Ashlle was acting.

"You treat the body and that's all very well, but when there has been a traumatic experience you have to be gentle with the mind as well. I know exactly what I am doing and don't you ever forget that," the phantomess added in a quiet hiss to the younger nurse.

All her life the girl had studied every kind of magic she could, and then taken what she knew of magic and tried to understand how muggles managed without. She had invented spells and compiled potions other people hadn't quite thought of, though usually she based what she did on other people's discoveries. Never once had the spectre thought herself better - or worse - than anyone else, just with different chances and abilities.

She still eagerly awaited the day the young red-head understood her philosophy.

"Thank you Teagan," she added to her house prefect as the cupfuls of potion poured themselves down Roan's open mouth and kept on going down to the girl's stomach where they would be absorbed properly.

[Ashlle G. Rainier]

Ashlle calmed down.
"I'm sorry, Shae." apologized Ashlle quietly.
"I didn't know you were going to help her in other ways. Wow no wonder she doesn't like me! We are total opposites. I would never prefer a Muggle remedy over a magical one."
How strange, I wonder if she likes pain or something thought Ashlle to herself. Then she realized what Shae had said about the Christmas Ball.
"That was no Accident!" she whispered. " Fenris and a Demon were there! I barley escaped with my life!" She shrugged at all her weapons. "I was afraid they were going to chase me and so I got my weapons but I also knew I had a responsibility here so instead of hiding I came." Ashlle sighed.
"Is there anything I can do? How many others were hurt?"

[Shae]

"That's alright Ashlle, just don't come in here in that kind of mood again please. Your blood-pressure will start doing cartwheels," the phantomess said, smiling kindly at the young red-head, a light chuckled forced into her voice. All was forgiven.

"I think she's one of these people that think suffering, and enduring suffering, makes them stronger rather than a glutton for pain," she added to Ashlle's exclamation at the dramatic difference between the she and Roan.

When the younger nurse asked if anyone else had been hurt, the dead girl shook her head.

"Only Roan. She went and provoked Fenris, I'd guess not for the first time. People always react to their buttons getting pushed. I'd like to cure her of that habit, but I haven't got a potion for it. She's alright for now, Teagan was most helpful."

The spectre stuck her hand into the wall next to the bed Roan was lying on, noticed her hand was in the wall rather than resting on it, and sighed.

"I like Lycans, they're decent people most of them, just you young people have to learn to treat them with enough respect that they are more interested in hearing you out that shutting you up. Demons and their female counterparts though, I admit to knowing far less about. Tread with caution and never offend is the best advice I can give in regards to them. I could say this to Roan, but she won't listen," said the spectre, taking her hand out of the wall again, studying it for a moment before letting it hang by her side again.

[Teagan]

OOC: Sorry for the wait. How on Earth can you role play so much during the main week?


IC: A shift of bones moving to their proper formation was the signal of Shae at work. Though holding Roan's shoulders tightly, Teagan watched as the bones re-asserted themselves, still looking greatly bruised and in pain, but at least they looked like arms, now. Soon, plaster drifted over and molded its shape to match the fixed contours of Roan's arms. After it was set, the ghost made human-like motion, the brush of her forehead. Old habits died hard, one could say. Apparently, ghosts' habits did not die, as well.

With new orders, Teagan removed her hands from the girl's shoulders by the dress and delicately moved her slender appendages to Roan's drooping jaw. Calmly maneuvering them, the prefect silently opened Roan's mouth as a few more potions drained into it. By the way it smelt, the prefect could suppose why they had used them while Roan was still sleeping. The prefect had never been too fond of medicines, and this smelled as if it was one even more so than most. If it had been flavored, that flavor was intangible; all that seemed to resonate from the fluid was its extremely unpleasant stench. Though holding open Roan's mouth, she didn't hold her own head too near.

Shae said that the potion was to re-adjust the brunette's nervous and circulatory systems, mainly the ones that trailed her arms. The nervous system was a tangle of small fiber, cells that ran through an animal's entire body. Some of the larger creatures, such as a giraffe, had nerve cells that could been easily seen by a human's eye without aid from magnification devices. The nerve cells were long and branched out in order to preform their duty of delivering messages. Unlike most cells, they didn't go through meiosis much. The circulatory system was made of many more different kinds of cells; there were red blood cells, white blood cells, plasma, and other things that didn't worry the prefect with studying. The physical body was something that Muggles usually studied; magical people merely fixed everything with magic or potions.

Unfortunately, Ashlle soon bustled in and shouted at Roan asking what had happened. Did she not realize that her friend was asleep, and was not awake to hear? Inwardly, the prefect rolled her eyes. From much practice, her physical body took no notice of the Gryffindor student who also acted as a nurse. It seemed that she was quite an immature nurse, too. Really, the prefect didn't understand why someone who wasn't even halfway through her magic schooling would be allowed to "heal" students. After all, she wouldn't have had too much practice in her potions class to learn or practice making potions; other people, perhaps the elder nurses, probably brewed them.

Teagan was feeling some annoyance; that never happened. Why was she feeling it, now? Silently, the prefect pondered over this with no change in her focused expression with her soft lips clasped together, her straight hair sliding by her shoulders, her feet elegantly angled because of the small-heeled shoes, and with little change in her pale fintertips' grip. That feeling.... Teagan supposed that that meant she didn't like being disturbed. Of course, she hadn't had been interrupted while working much before; Ravenclaws weren't like that. It was interesting how her mind was covered in a smoky veil that she couldn't even see her reflection clearly, how she really was.

Still, the young Gryffindor continued to rant on and on about everything they already knew. It seemed that she hadn't noticed that Shae had been there the whole time or that Teagan had been around for the finale. Shae replied with a gentle lecture of her own that was finished with slight confusion about the two inhuman counterparts that had had their fun with the party's fiasco.

Calmly, the prefect lowered Roan's body down. Her plastered arms dangled silently by her sides. Teagan could guess that Roan wouldn't have awakened feeling too comfortable when she awoke after sitting for quite a while. Besides, there was the chance that she'd fall over somehow, anyway. Gently, Teagan also removed the golden heeled shoes on the girl's feet; the straps and edges had begun to dig in, and she'd probably have some unwanted sore spots when she awakened if she had worn them for such a long time. Teagan set the shoes by her hospital bed, and lifted the lower parts of Roan's legs onto the bed so that the sleeping girl wouldn't be falling off too soon. Normally, she didn't do this, but she wasn't normally helping people.

Whether or not someone was going to put a blanket over Roan, Teagan didn't care. The Ravenclaw's long fingers lightly brushed some of the rather uncooperative strands of bangs away from her red-violet eyes and straightened her posture. Adjusting the silken gloves, her soft voice asked, "You don't mind if I leave now, Shae?"

[Ashlle G. Rainier]

(OOC: *pouts*)

Ashlle was really ashamed now. Teagan who was usually her ally seemed to be mad at her. Ashlle thought this because she didn't speak to her, only asked to leave.
This is not my day she thought, but seeing that Roan was going to be asleep for a while went to get a Blanket or two from the Linen closet.

Upon returning she gently spread one of them over Roan, and set the other aside in case one wasn't enough.
"I don't know about Lycans being decent people. I've only met Fenris Fenrir and 'meet' doesn't exactly cover what he did to me. My old friend Amelia I've heard became a Lycan and she hadn't been to see me since." Ashlle sighed. It would be nice to be friends with one of them, she supposed, but she didn't really think they'd ever allow it.
"I used to be friends with a boy who got turned into a demon but he we very mean to be afterward. It's not like I don't try and get along, it's just that - I don't know- Maybe they don't' want to be gotten along with, but your right about Roan. She won't even tell me what I did wrong to her so I can apologize."

[-Roan-]

In her dreamless sleep, Roan wasnt even remotley aware of what was going on around her. As Teagan held her shoulders and Shae straightened her arms, the girl didnt wince, or cry out, or even cry. Her mind was too deep in for that at this moment. Finally her horrid looking arms were in proper shape, and needed to be put into casts. This whole mess probably could have been avoided by a potion or something, but you could only push the girl so far when it came to magical remedies. So the plaster was put onto her skin, and so she didnt even really care being asleep. The stuff quickly dried and she was left with two casts, and the inability to move her arms even if she wanted to. Probably for the best, because if Roan woke up and felt better at all, she would probably want to hunt Fenris down and make him pay for all the potions going down her throat and for the pain that was in her arms. More likely, she would just end up being dragged back to the Hospital Wing with all her limbs in a bucket.

Then those horrid potions were poured down her throat, and normally she would have heavily protested that, but seeing as she was asleep, there was nothing she could do. Teagan was kind enough to hold her mouth open, it must have been awkward. A few moments after the potions had actually gone through, you could see noticeable diffference in the girl. Though you couldnt see her arms, they returned to their normal colors under the plaster. Even the effects of shock on her body ended, color rising slowly back into her skin, breathing returned to normal. She looked normal save the casts, though if someone had looked closer they would have noticed her hair falling limply and the state of her dress to notice that something had gone wrong.

The ordeal was done now, at least the hard part of it. During this, Ashlle had entered, and was now talking close to Roan. This would not be pretty if the 'Puff woke up and saw the nurse there. For now, Teagan was indeed showing a kindness by lowering her to the bed instead of making her sit at the edge of it. Knowing her, the girl probably would have fallen off, which wouldnt be good at all. The Ravenclaw even removed the heels from her feet, the torture devices that girls were almost required to wear whenever they went to dances, where they were supposed to dance and move. Most people threatened to kill the person who invented heels, Roan was one of them. It was highly unlikely that she would wear those ones ever again. Finally the girl was settled on the bed, still asleep, but that sleep getting lighter and lighter every time she heard Shae and Ashlle speak.

Finally when the girl came over and put a blanket over her form, she grumbled, something disturbing her. The sound of the Gryffindor nurses voice was annoying when she was asleep, and awake. Most of the times it took a lot of effort to keep from slapping Ashlle, she hated the girls nature, and everything about her. Now things werent going any better, for even as Ashlle went back to her conversation, Roan's eyes fluttered open slowly, though the tea would have kept her under and asleep had she not been disturbed by that person she hated so much. Those hazel eyes were dull at first, and the girl's mind was foggy, she was barely awake, but awake enough to tell her surroundings. Everything caught up with her and she glanced towards the casts on her arms with a sigh. These were not going to be useful things.

But her hazel eyes caught another thing, something that caused a scowl to form on her face. "Ashlle..." She growled, angry that the girl was now talking about her in that manner. More anger welled up in the girl, awakening to her voice had not put her in the best mood. She knew Shae would probably not be happy at the 'Puff giving the small nurse such a horrid look, but right now Roan didnt really care. I have been through enough tonight, now Im probably going to have to sit here and listen to her talk. She thought, mumbling to herself "Id rather have my arms crushed again..." Her arms were heavy right now, she didnt want to, nor could she lift them. Her face was weary, though her eyes were alive and locked onto Ashlle, sparks dancing in them.