Echo Elms
December 28, 2006 7:42 PM
Um, hello? by Echo Elms
In all his time at Sonora -- that was to say, a year -- Echo Elms had never ventured into the hospital wing. There were three very good reasons for this: he didn't play quidditch, he didn't get in fights, and he was fanatically cautious with new spells. He was hoping part of that might change this year. After playing soccer goalie all summer, and with his friends talking about signing up for Quidditch this year, Echo was hoping to get his name on the roster as well. With some practice, he thought could make a good back up Keeper.That was more or less why he was here. Quidditch.
He pushed open the door and cautiously peeked across the threshold before slipping inside. There were people he didn't want knowing about this little trip. Like Elly, Meredith, his parents, Saul, the whole school, his grandparents... he could go on. He would. His cousins, his extended family, the school faculty, the entire population of Sundance, Wyoming, martians, aliens living near Alpha Centauri, time travellers from the 1880s... and just about everyone in the known and unknown universe. To be perfectly straightforward about it, Echo didn't want the medic to know either.
But here he was, standing in the hospital wing and scratching at the back of his leg with the side of his right teva sandle and feeling strangely like little red riding hood facing the grandmother's sharp pointy teeth.
Quidditch, he schooled himself, Think about Quidditch.
"Excuse me?," he called, just a hair louder than his normal speaking voice, "Mister Wolfe?"\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
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Wolfe, Medic
January 14, 2007 10:53 AM
Finally by Wolfe, Medic
Wolfe looked up from the medical journal he had been reading. Anything was better than counting gramatical errors in the publication. It never ceased to amaze the young doctor that scientists got away with such blatant errors in simple tasks. The editors should have caught the problems before printing, he snarled mentally.He was saved from the boredom of restacking supplies when a voice called out. "Excuse me, Mister Wolfe?"
Trying not appear overeager the medic crossed the distance from his office to the entryway of the hospital wing. "How may I help you, Mister?"
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January 16, 2007 11:07 AM
Can you help me? by Echo Elms
The medic emerged from another room and Echo found himself at a loss for words to answer his simple question. "I, um, I'm not, it's," he stammered and stopped. The thing had a name if he could just get it out. "Haphephobia," there it was. He'd said it, well mumbled it in the general direction of his elbow, "It's, like, a fear of touching people. It makes me freak out, like even just bumping into someone by accident. I get chills and stuff." Sometimes it was worse than that, but he didn't know how to explain the other stuff.With the initial admission laying out there for a doctor to see and think about, he felt good, like he was doing something about it. Maybe it was as simple as taking some kind of an emboldening potion or something. Maybe it was all going to be over. He flicked a glance at the medic's face to see what his chances were. No more hiding in a corner when the common room was crowded. No more jumping behind a chair when one of the crazy firsties decided to hug him because he'd never had a puppy.
But maybe the medic would tell his parents.
My big mouth. I meant to find out about that before, Echo winced to himself and shifted uneasily, waiting to see what the doctor would say.
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March 18, 2007 10:27 AM
OOC: About this thread... by Echo Elms
OOC: Since this thread is on my timeline during quidditch sign-ups, the outcome of this thread would have determined certain aspects of Echo's interactions with people during the entire first part of the year. Seeing as it's now midterms, I have been acting under the assumption that nothing came of this conversation save, perhaps, something along the lines of "I'll look into it" or "that's a potion that would take a very long time to gather ingredients for and make" or a just plain "I cannot help you." Forgive my taking charge but this is an important plot point for me and fuzzy time isn't quite fuzzy enough since I gave it a time period to begin with. If you think Wolfe would find something, you can send Echo an owl and we can go from there.
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