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Post by snape on Apr 20, 2011 23:18:27 GMT -5
It was not unusual to find Severus Snape in the Hospital Wing on occasion. He was the resident Potions Master so he often supplied Madame Pomfrey with the necessary brews that she needed in order to treat the sick and injured students who came to her for aide. He usually brought them up himself because he saw no point in Floo'ing them over or sending out an owl to do the work; besides, the exercise would do him some good.
Despite the fact that the first floor wasn't really that far away from the dungeons, the young Professor felt a little out of breath after climbing all of those stairs. Although, to be honest, Severus had been a bit under the weather for the past couple of days... However, suffering in silence was nothing new. He often treated himself - from simple colds to serious injuries - because he wasn't accustomed to asking for help and actually getting it. Snape paused on the landing as a tickle in his throat caused him to cough a couple of times. It was dry and hacking, which probably wasn't a good sign. He made a mental note to down a dose of Pepper-Up and maybe brew some herbal tea, but other than that he showed no concern.
So, without further ado, he entered the Hospital Wing. A quick glance around revealed that the place was devoid of students, for which he was thankful. He dealt with enough moaners and whiners in his Potions class; he couldn't handle them when they were injured or sick. Kids had a habit of playing up their hurts because in the end they got more attention because of it. Severus shook his head somewhat as he moved over to the cabinet where Madame Pomfrey kept all of the medical supplies. He placed his precious box of Potions down on the counter and then he started to arrange the shelves as per his own personal preference. How the bloody hell did she even find anything in this mess? Merlin...
"Ahem. Severus, what do you think you're doing?"
He didn't jump or even gasp at the sudden voice intruding upon his thoughts. Snape simply turned and regarded the nurse with a dark mocking sort of gaze. "Rearranging your store of Potions."
"I can see that, dear. I have it sorted."
He gave a snort, but stepped aside. Madame Pomfrey was an older woman who had known him during his Hogwarts days (as well as everyone else from that time). She was yet another person who know what Severus had gone through in his youth due to the precious few exams she had performed on him. She was also the only person (aside from Lily) that could call him 'dear' and live to tell the tale. She stepped up to the counter so as to put the Potions away. He just shook his head as he watched her mix everything up. He then gave another couple of coughs, which made her immediately stop.
"Are you ill, Severus?"
"Probably." That was about as far as his admittance got.
She 'hmm'ed' to herself and gently pushed him to the nearest bed. He knew it was pointless to resist once she got that look in her eyes so he sat down with a sigh. Madame Pomfrey gave a 'hah' as she placed her hand against his forehead. "It's just a cold." Snape said a little irritably, but the words struck an all too familiar cord. 'It's just a cold...' -- That was what his mother had said. By the time he had realized the truth it was already too late. She was going fast and there had been nothing he could do. She died only a few days later...
"Stay here, please. I need to go check something."
He rolled his eyes as the Mediwitch disappeared, but complied. He knew she would skin him alive if she came back and he wasn't there. She knew where his office was... |
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Post by Shendeth Potter on Apr 25, 2011 20:56:10 GMT -5
[was bored, hope you don't mind]
The hospital wing was a place he almost never visited. He'd only entered a couple times in four years. For small things it never even crossed his mind to. Shendeth was used to toughing things out, and never asking for help. Always having to keep his mouth shut about things and never complain. It was easier and less complicated that way since he had never tried another way. Other people made things worse more than they helped.
However at the moment the doors at the end of the first floor corridor were a very welcome sight indeed. Today was one of the rare exceptions to his rule of not going in there and there was no avoiding it. As such he came immediately, walking a bit unsteadily down the hall with the only destination in mind. He just wanted the pain to go away and it would only get worse the longer he waited.
Curse Quidditch. There were no matches or anything this year because of the tournament, but the pitch was still there. A group of Slytherins had been playing for fun, some from the team or hopefuls for next year. Since last year's would be leaving he was considering trying out for Beater next year. No, he wasn't a fanatic. People like that annoyed him. It was just a game. But you didn't grow up in the same house as Harry and James Potter and not play Quidditch. Shendeth wasn't a star at it but he was alright.
However, accidents happened to everyone no matter how good they were. Not bothering to wear proper equipment and not looking in the right direction to see a badly aimed bludger resulted in an early departure with a broken arm. Pain flooding through it, he held it gingerly out to the side as he approached the hospital. It wasn't comfortable but in keeping consistent he at least walked alone. Even though nobody was there except for heavier breathing he tried not to look hurt.
Reaching out with the other hand, he twisted the door handle and pushed it open with the same shoulder. Clenching his teeth he took in the scene of the hospital with one sweep of narrowed dark eyes. Madame Pomfrey wasn't there, the only person in the room with him was -ow- Professor Snape. Argh. He sat down carefully on the next bed after walking a bit unsteadily over. Not that the professor couldn't help but he didn't bother with a greeting.
"Where's Madam Pomfrey?" he managed to ask in a just slightly strained voice.
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Post by snape on Apr 26, 2011 11:39:34 GMT -5
At the sound of someone else entering the Hospital Wing, Snape couldn't help but to raise his head slightly in order to look over to see who it was and he felt a slight flutter in his heart at the sight of Shendeth. Knowing the truth didn't make it any easier to talk to the Slytherin teen; in fact, it made it worse. He had promised himself that he wouldn't reveal anything without Lily nearby to provide support or backup (he wasn't sure which he needed more) so his lips thinned somewhat as he watched the boy walk unsteadily toward the nearest bed. He couldn't help but to remember that their last conversation hadn't gone exactly as planned and as a result the Potions Master was feeling a little wary.
"She said she had to go check something." His eyes narrowed on the boy as he put things together. "Your arm..." Severus started to say and then coughed some more. "Are you all right?"
It was a stupid question, but he just couldn't help himself. |
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Post by Shendeth Potter on Apr 26, 2011 16:58:22 GMT -5
Did it look like he was 'all right'? Shendeth half glared at him through the pain, but had probably been doing so already. He knew that it was only a question of concern and the professor must have a reason to be here as well. But he wasn't about to admit it and say no. He wasn't looking for attention; he just wanted to fix it and get out of here. Although at the present it might not seem so he'd live; it certainly wasn't the worst that could happen. He was strong, or at least always tried to act so. And he'd made it this far.
"I'll be fine." he said through clenched teeth. As soon as the nurse got back to help. If she would just hurry up. Right now, well, at least he could admit to himself that he did not feel okay. |
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Post by snape on May 13, 2011 15:18:10 GMT -5
"I have an idea..." Snape got up from his bed and went over to the small armoire where Madame Pomfrey kept her store of Potions and other assorted medical supplies. "I can give you a few Potions that should help with the pain."
So he began to select several vials and it didn't even take him very long despite the fact that the Mediwitch seemed to have no order to them whatsoever. Then again Severus was a Potions Master and he was able to identify brews by color alone. After that was done he quickly walked back over to where Shendeth was seated and put all of the bottles down on a little end table nearby. He uncorked one and held it out for the boy to take.
"I can even set your arm if you'd like. I'm no Healer like Madame Pomfrey, but I do know the basics." He gave a slight smirk then before suddenly breaking off into another coughing fit. |
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Post by Shendeth Potter on May 14, 2011 9:18:20 GMT -5
Shendeth watched him get up to get the potions but didn't move. When the professor returned he took the bottle without bothering to try and say anything. He held it and looked at it for a second; he didn't know what it was but trusted the Potions Master and drank it down without protest. It didn't take long for it to work and he could feel it take the sharpest edge of the pain away, though the bone was still completely broken and shattered.
"Thanks." he managed to say slightly more evenly, though he'd already had time to become collected enough by the time he walked in and in any case wasn't dramatic about it. For reasons including that which he'd never told a soul he was pretty resistant to pain and although this was an exception still hated having to receive help from anyone no matter who they were.
"If.. if you're sure." he looked up at the professor half warily, hearing the offer to set his arm. It wasn't that he doubted the man's abilities, no he held him in good esteem or respect, what have you. He'd just been helped and given the right potion after all. However he couldn't help being reminded of the time that the exact same thing had happened to Harry, only it was Professor Lockhart who 'knew just what to do' by removing the bones from Harry's arm.
Shendeth had of course gotten a laugh out of it at the time when he heard.. but he didn't think he wanted to have that extra step done to himself thank you very much. The two teachers were nothing alike but Snape should have been able to heal himself then; he finally was able to register the coughing. But there was a difference between independent and stupid and wasn't going to say no if it meant waiting a while. |
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Post by snape on May 14, 2011 10:51:36 GMT -5
Severus nodded slowly. "I am. I know what to do, Shendeth. I played 'doctor' many a time back during the war..."
He had indeed done just that. Fixing up injuries and the like for both the Death Eaters as well as Order of the Phoenix members. Of course he was always partial to trying Potions first, but if that didn't work then he moved onto spells; however, there were times when he had to resort to a more Muggle approach and broken bones were one of the many things that fell under that list. If Shendeth was serious then he would need to give the boy another Potion to numb the area before he tried to set it. He selected another vial and again held it out.
"Here, take this next. If you want me to set your arm then I won't lie... It's going to hurt like a bitch." Snape waited to see if the teen would agree to this condition - the prospect of more pain often put people off - or would rather wait for the nurse to show up. |
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Post by Shendeth Potter on May 14, 2011 21:31:43 GMT -5
Shendeth knew he needn't have been suspicious but it was always better to make sure. "Oh.. okay." The war.. he wondered what side the professor had been on but now wasn't the time to ask. It was a thing of the past, something he had only heard stories of.. awful stories, and it didn't sound like something he'd ever be involved in. Honestly Shendeth would rather run than fight. But if he'd been around back then and forced to choose.. at this point he couldn't say what his choice would be.
He took the second potion bottle but didn't drink it. Instead he hesitated at the words, trying to think it over, but that wasn't altogether possible since he didn't know the first thing about healing. For some reason they failed to teach that in school. "Well, do you need to?" What he meant was did it need to be done and was it the better option. He wasn't scared of it hurting more and had already had the idea that it would do so. But if Madame Pomfrey was coming back soon enough and her magic could instantly make the arm good as new without the pain then there was no point.
"If so then.. just get it over with." he concluded. But only if so. If it had to be done or doing it by magic would hurt just as much then he was the type to say just get it over with rather than drag it out. Magic had its limits and the arm was pretty bad but he didn't know what those limits were. He knew not even the nurse's methods were miraculous. If pain was necessary then he didn't care who did it. More pain was an inevitable fact of life as he had already learned. |
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Post by snape on May 17, 2011 13:53:28 GMT -5
"No. You could wait until Madame Pomfrey comes back if you want. She may be able to set your arm without any pain whatsoever." Severus nodded slowly. "I dunno though. Like I said I don't exactly parade myself about as a well-renowned Healer, Shendeth."
He only knew the basics from the times he had spent playing 'doctor' during the war as well as what he had learned during his tenure to become a Potions Master. He had no idea how to set a bone with spells or if that was even possible. Snape had to go about it in a more Muggle way; using force to pop the break into place and then bracing it. It took longer to heal, but it was better than nothing and Potions often sped up the process a little bit as well. He retreated from Shendeth's bed, leaving the small bottles on the end table, and went back to his own. Just that little amount of action had been enough to cause him to feel incredibly tired.
"It's up to you really..."
At that exact moment Madame Pomfrey came back into the Hospital Wing from wherever she had been. "I knew it. You've been chain-smoking again, haven't you?" She gave Severus a 'look.'
"Er..." Was all he could say before she suddenly took notice of the student in her wing.
"Oh my. I'm so sorry, Shendeth." She tsked to herself a couple of times as she waved her wand over the teen's arm, assessing the damage there. "It's a clean break. I can mend this easily. I see Professor Snape has already dosed you with a few Potions..." With another wave of her wand, the arm healed. "There we go. That wasn't too bad, was it, dear? Are you otherwise all right? Nothing else wrong?" |
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Post by Shendeth Potter on May 17, 2011 20:59:43 GMT -5
Then why try to offer in the first place? That had made it sound like the Potions Master knew what he was doing. "Uh.." Shendeth watched the professor move back away, still unsure but on the verge of saying no when the hospital doors opened again. He instinctively looked to see who it was; to his relief he was saved by the reentry of Madam Pomfrey. Finally.
Watching her, he didn't miss the remark she gave to the room's other occupant explaining the reason for his presence here and the coughing. Though that wasn't new information.
Shendeth listened to the healer as she at last turned her attention to him, but before he could get any words out she had already mended his arm with a mere wave of her wand. He blinked; maybe there had been something to feel as it snapped back into place but it was instantaneous. No, the healing at least hadn't been bad at all. The pain was gone. He flexed the fingers on that side experimentally but though he knew to be careful with it other than that all was back to normal.
As such Shendeth only just managed to resist shooting a glare at Snape. He had almost done it the Muggle way for nothing. And smoking, that was just disgusting. Instead he looked up at the nurse. "Yeah, thank you." he nodded, and actually meant it for once. "I'm okay now, really." In general he was a healthy person. He knew of the nurse's tendency to fuss but hopefully she would believe him. |
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Post by snape on May 18, 2011 12:55:03 GMT -5
Snape couldn't stop himself from at least looking a little guilty. He knew Shendeth probably would have sent him a glare or something similar if the boy was anything like him at all anyway. He was therefore kind of surprised not to get one. But then again, maybe the presence of Madame Pomfrey helped prevent that incident from occurring. Just think... He had almost gone about it the Muggle way. He really needed to brush up on some healing charms. That area of Magic had never really suited him or his wand though. Neither did Transfiguration.
"I'm glad you're all right."
He gave the Slytherin a small smirk and then looked away. He always felt uncomfortable around Shendeth, never knowing what to do or say. Madame Pomfrey, meanwhile, just nodded her head slowly as she gave the student a once over. She had always been rather good at reading people, which was how she had even managed to treat Snape a couple of times in the past due to the fact that he often said nothing was wrong...
"All right then. You can leave if you like." She turned to the armoire and took out a small bag of what looked like cough drops. She then threw them to Severus. "I feel sure you remember how to use these. This is as far as my help goes though. You need to stop smoking now... or else."
"I know." He filed the bag away somewhere in his robes. "I'm working on it, okay? Geez." |
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Post by Shendeth Potter on May 19, 2011 15:51:20 GMT -5
Ignoring Snape, he watched the nurse instead. "Okay." That did seem like the only thing he'd been saying. His usual admiration for the professor had little effect on feeling awkward. Madam Pomfrey he barely knew; the conversation now going on between the adults was none of his business or concern. They were occupied and he found himself still having nothing to say. He'd been healed and had no desire to stay there any longer. As such he got up to leave when the nurse said he could.
Shendeth gave Snape a slight scowl as he did so, not caring much that he hadn't known of the spells and it hadn't been on purpose. The resentment would prove to be momentary but he gave no additional thanks or goodbyes. Yeah he was all right, thanks to the healer's arrival in time. He left in no particular hurry but still without stopping to listen or giving the professor a chance to apologize or remind him that he had helped at first. However once the door swung shut behind him he slowed, not having any destination beyond.
(Snape can follow or it can end here, up to you) |
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