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Post by Hayzie on Jul 28, 2005 9:21:19 GMT
ooc: Okay guys and girls, here's the deal. I'm going away soonish for a week or so, but want to get Hayzie back to human before I go, therefore, I'm fast forwarding a little... Sorries for any inconveniences!! ~Hayzish bic: Why had it taken Laura so long to go to sleep? Admittedly the blonde had made a sort of promise that she wouldn't even attempt to make this potion without her friend, knowing that her potion making abilities weren't exactly top-notch... but at the end of the day, it had to be her own work. Already she had asked her friends for too much, and asking for help in this, in the Lycan girl's opinion, would be wrong. In her backpack, all the ingredients were stored in jars, all waiting to be put into the potion, all waiting to help return her to mortality. All she had to do was get it right. Hayz's face was paler than usual as she wheeled herself through the Ministry of Magic, smiling slightly to those she knew, and returning quick 'hellos' to those on night duty who knew her already. However this time, the Gryffindor Prefect wasn't heading towards the janitorial office, but rather towards the back of the ministry, to the back room Kiki had shown her where she could prepare the potion. If anything went wrong, one tiny little thing, one instruction misread, then it would be the end of Hayzie Roberts, if one single ingredient was missing, she would be the most recent new resident of the graveyard. With these thoughts in mind, Hayzie reached for the potion instructions as soon as she reached the room and had lit some candles. The room was only small, and it had no windows, simply the door. At least that means I won't get caught, she thought to herself, using colloportus to lock the door behind her. If she was going to get this right, she had to do so undisturbed. Putting everything she needed on a desk at the far end of the room, Hayzie lit the fire underneath the couldren, knowing that the desk was fire proof, and looked between the ingredients and the potion instructions. The end was near.
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Post by Hayzie on Jul 28, 2005 10:53:10 GMT
It was a good five minutes before Hayzie was able to dig up the courage that she needed to begin. She knew it had to be done. Knew that if she didn't, she would be doomed to a life of insecurities, a life where the choice between living and dying was narrowed down to simply living, and nothing more. That was unless she found some silver, anyway.
Shivering, the blonde looked back to the parchment on which the ink was beginning to slowly but surely fade, Though that didn't matter. Hayz knew the potion off by heart after looking through it so many times, after making sure she had everything, trying to make sure she knew exactly what she was doing...
Rikka's blood was the first thing to be added to the potion, one of the two liquid ingredients that the potion needed, the one Hayz had dreaded getting the most. "Thank goodness Isaac was there," the Prefect whispered to herself, uncorking the tube which contained the droplets of blood and putting them in the potion with slightly shaky hands.
One ingredient down.
Looking at the parchment again, Hayzie nodded to herself. It looked complicated. She had to leave exactly fourteen minutes between putting in the troll's ear hair and the water from a mermaid's cave. Nodding again, the short girl dropped in the troll's hair and set off the stopwatch that she had brought along with her.
Fourteen minutes exactly before the first drop of water could touch the ingredients. Not one second before, not one second after. "Fourteen minutes..."
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Post by Hayzie on Jul 28, 2005 11:35:28 GMT
Thirteen fifty... thirteen fifty one... thirteen fifty two...
For the past five minutes, Hayzie had had the water ready to pour into the potion, her hand still shaking slightly. Though she had to control it, or at least control it enough to not slosh any of the water in.
Thirteen fifty three... thirteen fifty four...thirteen fifty five...
Five more seconds to go. It had to be exactly fourteen minutes. Not a second before, not a second after. "Fourteen minutes," she told herself again as the stop watch turned to thirteen fifty six. Thirteen fifty seven... thirteen fifty eight... thirteen fifty nine...
As the stopwatch showed fourteen minutes had passed, Hayzie poured the mermaid's cave water in slowly, so the potion could accept it before anything else. She already knew what came next. Half an hour after the last drop of water had gone in, the plants from the elven forest and the flower from the Centuar's garden had to go in together, followed by thirteen stirs counter clockwise. The stopwatch was already going, and the plants had already been sliced and diced as indicated in the recipe...
Once again, she was simply waiting.
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Post by Hayzie on Jul 28, 2005 16:44:17 GMT
The previous half an hour had passed in an almost dreamlike manner. Every now and again, green eyes would lose their focus whilst watching the stopwatch, and after a few minutes she would snap out of it, panicking in case the whole half an hour had been and gone, and she had missed her chance.
“C’mon, Hayzie. Snap out of it,” she whispered to herself, continuing to watch the potion in the cauldron and the stopwatch alternately, trying to will the half an hour to pass, willing it to come and go quicker so she could put the next ingredient in.
Eventually, the clock read 29:30, and the blonde girl scooped together the pieces of plant to add them to the potion. As soon as the numbers ticked over to 30:00, the first plant touched the surface of the potion, and there was still an hour until the two lots of hair could be added, a bunch of them from her human head, and another lot from her lycan form.
“Not long to go now… that’ll be the final step,” she told herself, settling back in her wheelchair for the long wait, the stopwatch positioned directly in front of her. “Just… don’t fall asleep…”
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Post by -a r e l l a- on Jul 28, 2005 17:14:42 GMT
ooc: 4 continuous posts from hayz...did you not want others to post in this thread with ya?!
interesting read...
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Post by Hayzie on Jul 28, 2005 17:42:40 GMT
ooc: All explained on MSN
bic: An hour was dragging by. Every now and again, her head would drop and her eyelids would threaten to close and give way to unconsciousness. Every now and again, she would be close to sleeping, until her head nodded forwards and her eyes shot open again. Can't go to sleep, she told herself, rubbing her eyes once again and suddenly wishing she had brought some coffee. with her, wishing that she had slept some more during the day.
Though forty five minutes had passed, panic had set in. Was she sure she had done everything right? Positive that she had put it all in in the right order? Completely certain that the timings were right?
Doubts were always a bad thing to have, and yet they were creeping through her mind like vines crept up a tree. That thought brought Hayzie back to reality and reminded her exactly why she was doing what she was doing. Exactly why she was taking the risk.
Though in the time it took her to jolt back to reality, the clock read 60:02. Two seconds had passed. Fumbling around quickly, the blonde haired girl managed to get the hairs into the potion before it read 60:10. Surely ten seconds wouldn't make a difference, would it? It wasn't as though she had left it for minutes....
Though the thought brought her tired face paler than it had been before. All she could do was hope that she hadn't failed... and if she had... then it was truely the end. Stirring the potion as the recipe told her to, the distractions came back. All of the ingredients were in... but would they work?
The potion had to boil overnight, be left until the next morning. It was three am now... six hours it had to be left for. Using the charm they had learnt on Billyboro's first charm lesson, the Prefect set it for 8:55am, and settled back. Though she doubted very much that she would be able to get to sleep.
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Post by Hayzie on Jul 28, 2005 19:11:36 GMT
Later that morning
The alarm went off when it was supposed to, one of the many things that appeared to have gone right whilst making the potion, and the last timing that she would have to remember for it.
Rubbing her eyes sleepily, Hayzie looked at her watch after clumsily relighting some candles. There was only five minutes to go… five minutes until she could take the potion, five minutes until her fate would be revealed. Five minutes…
Continuing to wake herself up by blinking repetitively until she fely mildly dizzy, Hayzie continued to watch her watch, waiting until the minute hand ticked over to the number ‘12’.
Eventually, it did so, only to bring the largest wave of doubt over the blonde girl. Was she really ready to do this? Really ready to bring herself to this much risk?
“Of course you’re ready, Roberts. You haven’t come this far to chicken out at the last minute,” Hayzie scolded herself, pouring the potion into a vial. It had turned a weird colour during the night, a browny colour, likely because of the red and green ingredients mixed with the blonde hairs. Either way, she knew she had to drink it, no matter how vile it looked, every last drop had to be swallowed.
“Here goes nothing,” she whispered, bringing the vial to her lips and scrunching her eyes shut. If that ten seconds had made all the difference it was about to show. It wasn’t until she had swallowed the first mouthful that she realised she hadn’t stirred anti clockwise like she had been instructed after adding in the plants. But now, now there was no turning back. If that had made all the difference, she would have been surprised.
Now, there was no turning back.
It took the best part of a minute for each and every drop of potion to leave the vial, and in that minute, the liquid seemed to burn her insides, making her want to bring it all back up, drink some water, anything. But she couldn’t.
Her throat seemed to tighten as she tried to take some deep calming breaths and lights appeared in front of her lights, the same lights she saw the night that she got turned. Maybe this was looking up, after all.
Doubtful.
The potion continued to burn her insides from head to toe, and her breathing was lessened to a state of short, raspy breaths. She couldn’t hold on for much longer, couldn’t hold onto consciousness. Five minutes of this passed, her eyes sliding in and out of focus as they had done the previous night while she was waiting for. As though it was far away, Hayzie could hear people outside rustling around, going their own way to work, making their way to their offices… no one would have heard the blonde’s raspy calls for help. As one last “He-“ left her mouth, her slight form fell out of her wheelchair and slumped to the floor, her eyes closed.
She wasn’t dead, but only had hours to live without help.
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Post by Professor Windwaltz on Jul 28, 2005 19:45:30 GMT
Talon knew today wasn't going to be his day. It had been a while since he saw the green flames open to the Ministry's Atrium, and he couldn't say he was glad to be back. He didn't have many good memories working for the Ministry, and his lack of pay really explained why. It gave him a grim satisfaction, however, to see his co-workers faces when they saw him walk through the halls up to the security guard with sparks flying from his body. One co-worker joked menacingly at him about his clothes, and the others simply snorted. Talon smirked at them, and sparks shot out in front of them, silencing them instantly. "Talon Windwaltz, eh?" said the security guard. "Hey Bob," said Talon in return, handing over his wand, "Long time no see." Bob nodded his head, putting the wand under a machine and then passing it back to Talon. "Dunno what you're here for, Windwaltz, but you have a good day now, here?" Talon nodded to the security man, and then stepped onto the golden elevator.
'Have a nice day indeed...this will definitely not be my day.'
He had been here to get a bunch of stuff that he had left on his floor, the History Department, which was on the top floor. Seeing no one else on the elevator - strangely enough - he clicked the button lazily to take him up to the floor. After a few moments of being on the elevator, the doors opened on one of the upper floors and someone tried to step in. The elevator stopping caused an electrical surge in Talon's hair, which made the doors shut before the person and made the elevator slam all the way down below. Talon held onto the sides, as it fell, and groaned to himself, signifying that he was still quite calm.
'As I said...not my day...'
The elevator hit the rocky ground, and the doors swung open. "Department of Mysteries," the cool female voice rang, and Talon stepped out into the long white hallway which led up to the black door. Instead of ending up in the highest floor, he ended up in the lowest. What good would he have near the Department of Mysteries? Deciding that there must be a stairwell that led up to the top floor, he walked up the hallway and made the sharp turn into the dungeon corridor. His semi-golden boots made a clanking noise upon the rock floor, and the torches crackled in his head as he calmly walked down to the stairwell.
When he heard a muffled "HE-" from a door down the hall. "He..." said Talon, "He? Help?" Sensing danger, he rushed down the corridor as fast as possible and came upon a door where the sound had come from. He went to pull the door open, but he found it was locked. He pulled his checked wand from his pocket and pointed it at the doorknob. "Alohamora!" He shouted, and then went to pull the door open again. Still locked. "Alohamora!" He shouted again, but it still remained locked. "For Merlin's sake! What is wrong with this damn door!" He kicked and punched at the doorway, until he stood back and calmed himself.
"If the door won't open...I'll have to blast my way in!" He raised his wand and pointed it straight at the center of the door. "Reducto!" He cried, and a red light blasted from his wand and the door broke off its hinges and flew across the room. Talon hurried his way through the doorway and his heart fell through the floor in utter horror. The 'someone' who had cried for help was the last person Talon wanted to find sprawled across the ground. It was Hayzie. He saw the wheelchair and the cauldron, but had no idea as to her intentions or why she had been there. What had happened? He ran over to the girl as quickly as possible, and kneeled down beside her. He held his ear down to her mouth, but her breathing was too faint to hear. He put his hand to her neck, and with a blast of relief found her pulse still existed.
"Oh thank goodness..." he whispered, and spoke with a raised voice to her. "Hayzie? Hayzie? Can you hear me? What happened?"
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Post by Hayzie on Jul 28, 2005 19:57:30 GMT
Although Talon was using a raised voice, the words didn't register with Hayzie at all. She continued to lie in the same position, her quiet breathing growing quieter with each passing second and her pulse beginning to fade that little tiny bit.
As she lay, her skin began to go colder, and unconscious shivers went through her despite the burning inside. Her fingers flinched every now and again due to the opposing sensations.
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Post by Professor Windwaltz on Jul 28, 2005 22:37:34 GMT
Talon gave a frustrated sigh as Hayzie became weaker. It seemed like there was no easy way in this situation - Hayzie was in serious danger. He moved away from Hayzie and took the vial that she had drank from off the ground. He took a sniff from it, but the smell coming from within was not a familiar potion - or worse, poison - and therefore scooped a bit more from the cauldron and conjured a cork with his wand. He put his wand and the vial away within his robe pockets, and ran back over to Hayzie. He leaned down next to her once more and placed his arms beneath the back of her neck and the back of her knees and lifted her up with him. He kept her head against his chest.
"Alright Hayzie, if you can't speak to me, then at least try and listen: It's me, Talon, and I don't know how you got like this but we're going to Mungo's, alright?" Without waiting for any sign of reply, he immediately charged from the backroom and ran down the hall as fast as he could carrying someone in his arms. He finally reached an ancient fireplace lodged in the dungeon wall, placed Hayzie down against the wall, and took out his wand again. "Incendio!" He shouted, and the flames erupted within the fireplace. He took out a bag from within his robe and sprayed the powder over the flames. The blue flames became green, and Talon picked up Hayzie again and ducked both within.
"St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries!" He cried, and the two disappeared in a rush of green, swirling through the different houses until they reached the Entrance to St. Mungo's reception office. Charging over to the desk, he realized how panicked he must've looked at the site on the woman's face. "I have someone with me...she seems to have taken a potion and..."
"Name?" The woman at the desk cut off. "Talon Windwaltz." The nurse pursed her lips and shook her head. "No, the patient." Talon looked down at Hayzie as if to assure himself that she was still there. "Hayzie Roberts."
OOC: If you want, RP the nurse from here, seeing how she apparently knows you.
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Post by Carrie on Jul 29, 2005 11:58:38 GMT
It had only meant to be a fleeting visit, but at the words: Hayzie Roberts Carrie knew that her stay was going to be lengthened. Visiting old friends at Mungos never seemed to be as straight forward as she had first thought.
Turning her head to look in the direction the almost subdued voice had come from, the brunette nurse shook her head. How did that girl manage to get herself in such a state so often? Doing up her labcoat, Carrie jogged over, bringing a wheely bed with her. Nodding for the male to put her down on there, the nurse began to wheel her out of the waiting room. It seemed that the student's case was more urgent than some others in the room.
"Any chance you know what happened?" Carrie asked the male who was following, one whom she recognised as a member of staff back at the school. "It'll be a whole lot easier if we know."
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Post by Hayzie on Jul 29, 2005 13:55:50 GMT
Hayzie hadn’t been awake at all on the journey to Mungo’s, her second visit in just over a year, but as Carrie spoke, the blonde’s breathing deteriorated a little bit more, and her eyes opened slightly, consciousness beginning to return slowly to her. “It… burns…” she managed to get out, her words as raspy and almost inaudible as her breathing was, but loud enough for the nurse to hear.
The blonde simply hoped that she knew what she was doing. When she had been in the Hospital Wing for pneumonia, she hadn’t seemed to have a clue. It was true at that time she was blue, but at present, her skin was growing as cold as it was that day, even though her insides burned more than ever before.
Keeping her fingers mentally crossed, Hayzie put every last piece of what little energy she had into attempting to speak telepathically to the nurse and… Talon? “I took a potion to turn back to human… I think it went wrong,” she explained simply, her eyes closing again as she focussed instead on breathing. “Don’t let me die…”
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Post by Kiki on Aug 15, 2005 12:35:48 GMT
Kiki was working late in her office, the candles burning and flickering annoyingly low. She was extremely tired but she desperately needed to finish off scripting this letter to Ali Bashir who was still lobbying to have flying carpets legalised. The matter had risen from the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office and had somehow landed on Kiki's desk. She'd been dealing with all manner of goblins and other magical creatures all day, she was exhausted. Her head fell forward slightly and before she realised she was asleep, quill, ink and parchment pushed aside and in a dream world resting upon her arms.
She awoke with a jerk to one of her portraits yelling at her from the walls. Groggily lifting her head from the desk it took her a moment to register what the portrait was shrieking. The minute the meaning penetrated her foggy brain, she leaped up, her chair going flying and raced down toward the lift, speeding it up by tapping her wand on the panels around it. It shot down, leaving Kiki's stomach somewhere within the vicinity of her office, however it managed to come to a gentle stop. She flew out of the elevator and down toward the room that she had given Hayzie permission to use and noticed - a sinking feeling in her stomach - that there was no door on the hinges. The room was empty as she had feared. There was a picture frame in the main hall and ran back to it, shouting to its owner to reveal itself. An beautiful teenage girl, with ringlets of golden curls, who was also blinking sleepily and rubbing at her blue eyes. Once Kiki asked it was she was after, it raced away to meet with the paintings in the Atrium to see what she could find out.
Kiki bolted back into the room and waved her wand; the remnants of the ingredients, plus the book, stopwatch and cauldron disappeared. She tapped Hayzie's wheelchair and nothing happened. Shaking her wand hard, she tapped it again and it shrunk to a small size which she picked up and slipped into her pocket. She Summoned the door and repaired its hinges so it functioned properly once again and walked back to the frame she had sent on an errand, vowing to retrieve her wand from Adia. The girl was waiting for her and delivered her message that Hayzie had been taken by Talon Windwaltz to St Mungos. Kiki didn't pause to wonder why Talon had been at the Ministry, she was thankful that he had shown up when he had.
She ran back to the Atrium and was about to Apparate to St Mungos when commonsense kicked in and told her Apparating in her current emotional state wasn't the best idea. In a frenzied rush she pointed her wand at the grate and shrieked 'Incendio!', flames bursting to life in the grate. She took a handful of powder, tossed it into the flames and stepped in, instructing the flames to take her to St Mungos. The trip seemed to have a somewhat calming effect - to the point where Kiki had composed herself from her near hysterical state to find the door smashed open and Hayzie's potion remnants left abandoned.
The lady behind the desk recognised her straight away, covered in soot and looking ever so slightly scatty. She smiled appreciatively as the woman directed her straight through. Kiki drew her wand from her pocket and tapped her shoulders, removing the soot from her robes and skin. She paused outside the door she assumed had Hayzie behind it, took a deep breath and pushed it open, stepping into the room in time to catch Carrie saying, "Any chance you know what happened? It'll be a whole lot easier if we know." Kiki cleared her throat softly to attract the slightest amount of attention, her trip through the fireplaces making her look slightly more whimsical than usual. She dug into her pocket, pulled out Hayzie's minature wheelchair and waved her wand: Hayzie's equipment fell from the air, hovering gently a few centimetres above the ground before settling on the ground. Kiki walked over and picked up the book, marked on a particular page, flicked it open and held it out to Carrie wordlessly, purposely not looking at her friend who had been laid out on the bed.
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Post by Carrie on Aug 15, 2005 16:36:42 GMT
The Ministress was the last person Carrie had expected an answer from, no matter how silent the answer turned out to be. At the soft sound of a throat being cleared, the brunette nurse turned swiftly, about to question the visitor as to why they were there, but the words on the page caught her attention before she could get as far as opening her mouth.
Kasey kept an identical copy of the proffered book in her office drawer in case of emergencies, but this could go beyond emergency status, and more into life threatening. Nodding silently, Carrie’s mind raced, trying to think of anything that she could possibly do. Hayzie was laid on the bed begging them not to allow her to die, here she had the potions list… but it was obvious that the blonde student had gone wrong somewhere.
How else would she have got into this state?
Running a blunt nailed finger down the page, Carrie desperately tried to find any form of antidote which may be mentioned. The plea kept on echoing in her head, not relenting in the slightest. Let me think the nurse scolded the echo, worry darting across brown eyes as she continued to look.
“Nothing… nothing… nothing,” she whispered under her breath, a defeated look taking over her face as she reached the bottom of the page and looked to the other two. “I don’t think there’s anything that can be done,” Carrie told them quietly, suddenly feeling a little shaky. “I can’t think of anything, and the book’s not giving anything away. I’m sorry.”
Glancing back over to the bed, she could see Hayzie’s eyes had closed again, and her breathing was sounding more shallow with each rise and fall of her chest.
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Post by Artemis on Aug 19, 2005 19:00:30 GMT
Where is she?, Artemis thought, searching for Hayzie as she had been for the last couple hours. She’d waited at the Fat Lady’s portrait, looked in the Great Hall, and searched the Library, everywhere. She’d noticed that Hayz had been a bit jumpy of late, and wanted to know what was going on.
Finally, Artemis went back to the Common Room and fell on a chair in desperation. Wherever her friend was, it wasn’t in the school or on the grounds. The Slytherin had a feeling that Hayz wasn’t just out on a walk somewhere, not the way she’d been acting lately. An idea that she didn’t want to believe popped into her head, but she figured it was worth a try.
After going to her dormitory to change, Artemis grabbed her broom, and then remembered that she had just lately passed her apparation test. She carefully replaced her broom at its place under her bed. When she had gotten off the grounds, she apparated to St. Mungo's.
Anxiously hoping that her theory was incorrect, Artemis approached the front desk. "Excuse me, is there a patient here named Hayzie Roberts?" The receptionist nodded, but told her dully that she wouldn't be able to go in because the patient was in a very bad state. Artemis' eyes widended at this commet. "Please, I really must see her!" The nurse reluctently let her through and told her Hayzie's room number. Artemis haphazardly careened down the hall in a frantic state, hoping Hayzie would be all right.
When she got to the room after what seemed like hours of looking for the room, Artemis stood outside the closed door and tried to calm herself down. When her heart had slowed enough to satisfy herself, she turned the doorhandle and slowly walked inside.
There was already quite a few people inside the room, along with Hayz, who was on the bed, breathing erratically. Artemis' eyes seemed to lock on her friend. "What happened?" she asked, rather faintly.
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