Lilac Crosby
October 03, 2010 12:18 AM
Ack! Saint Basil Cathedral bit me! [Cleo] by Lilac Crosby
It was an ordinary Saturday morning. The twenty-six year old had already taken a shower,Just sprawled out there, Lilac let her thoughts flutter to her family. She wondered what they were up to, and she missed the lot of them. She'd been so surprised when her oldest brother, Martin Crosby III --Such original names…-- announced that he was looking to betroth his oldest son, Lilac's oldest nephew, Martin IV. Though, she realized, she probably should have seen it coming. Marty was a classic pureblood socialite with a beautiful wife and two lovely children. Lilac reasoned it was no time at all until they tried to betroth their younger boy, Marcus, who was currently seven.
Johnny, her other brother, and his wife Anne didn't seem to be planning on betrothing their only daughter any time soon. Catherine was twelve now, but Lilac could already see the makings of a beautiful young lady. At least her three-year-older sister Jamie and her husband Ross didn't have intention of betrothing their kids. Sally, the oldest, was only nine, but she had beauty in her blood and would one day match her mother in grace. Arnold and Jacob were still too young to understand at four and two. Lilac loved hanging around with her two youngest nephews. They giggled at all of her jokes and found comfort simply in her presence. Oh, how Lilac loved children.
As much as Lilac loved her siblings, they weren't all that close. Marty and Johnny didn't talk to her all that much, and she only saw them at holidays. As for Jamie, the sisters tried as they could to meet, but they were lucky to see each other every other month. Now with this job, that number of visits would be even more severely limited. Since her home was in Russia, where they had been raised, Lilac saw much more of her cousins and aunts than her sister or brothers.
She knew her mother had brothers --that she had uncles-- but Veronika Martin didn't like to talk about them. Lilac knew a lot more about her mother's two younger sisters, Anielka and Kristina. Aunt Anielka, who was married to Gregory Baikov, gave her three cousins --Dimitri, who was married to Azucena Sada
with a son named Ivan, Luka, who was betrothed, and Andrei, who was recently married to Helena Edwards. Lilac was pretty sure Helena's sister or half-sister was in her class.
Aunt Kristina was married to Anton Alkaev, and they had four children. Danil was the oldest boy and heir. Next was Yakov. Both of the two boys were enrolled at Durmstrang. Ilya, who was currently fourteen and turning out to be a sweet little gentleman, and the youngest and only girl, Yelizaveta, who was eleven, went to Rocky Mountain International, a school a lot like Sonora. Lilac usually gave into her youngest cousin, who was nicknamed Yevetya. The young girl was so cute! Lilac had made herself so close to Yevetya because she saw a young version of herself in her little cousin.
Breaking her own reverie, Lilac sat up. She had spent nearly an hour lying on the floor and just wondering about her family. Tucking her legs up to sit cross-legged, Lilac began to gracefully rise, but her gracefulness ran out, and she lost her balance, tumbling over. To try to catch herself, she stuck out her right arm, which rammed into her table and was cut on her figurine of Saint Basil's Cathedral, her little reminder of her home. Finally regaining her composure, Lilac calmly lifted up her arm and glanced at it. It was cut wide open and decently deep, and, now that she was aware of the injury, it stung dreadfully. She wanted to mend it up herself, but it was her wand hand, so what was she do to? Oh, wait, I befriended the medic. She hastily wrapped it as well as she could to try to slow the bleeding down and took her leave.
So now, at eleven in the morning, the Transfiguration professor was walking to the Hospital Wing, her arm beginning to bleed through the light layer of wrapping as she went. What a clumsy thing I am, she thought while she walked, grimacing in a good deal of pain from the wound. Once she finally reached her destination, Lilac spied the medic doing something, most likely medical, but she wasn't sure what.
Quickly shuffling her feet over to Cleo, Lilac smiled despite her pain. “Hi, Cleo!” she greeted pleasantly. “How are you? Weather's nice today, isn't it?” After a few moments of small talk, Lilac said, “So… I'm sort of bleeding. Immensely.” With care, she unwrapped her wound, and so far, it wasn't looking great. The edges around the cut were beginning to change color and bruise, and the cut itself was still dribbling lightly. “Okay, immensely might be stretching it, but it isn't exactly pleasant.”
“So, Medic Rocamboli,” Lilac smiled, speaking with a clearly false sense of urgency. “Think you can fix me up? I would've tried to fix it up myself, but it's my wand arm…” Cringing lightly at a new wave of pain, Lilac grinned despite herself. It was pretty cool to be friends with the medic.
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Ack! Saint Basil Cathedral bit me! [Cleo]
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Medic Cleo Rocamboli
October 15, 2010 12:32 AM
I've heard its bark is worse by Medic Cleo Rocamboli
Cleo was typically an early riser, but today she was woken before dawn by the sound of an owl tapping on her window. The only person, the medic quickly realized at the persistent rapping, with such a bad concept of appropriate timing was her brother Jarrett. He was working on the East Coast right now, where their mother was participating in a study on Multiple Sclerosis. This thought made Cleo leap out of bed; if Jarrett was writing to her, it was probably about the treatment program, and that was mail that Cleo wouldn't allow to wait.The letter turned out not to be about their mother, though. In fact, it was even better news. Apparently Jarrett had proposed to his girlfriend—now fiancée—Laurel last night, and the wedding was set for late May. Cleo smiled as she read the letter. She liked Laurel, who was a botanist—no, the word was probably Herbologist, right?—researching new magical aquatic plant species in the Chesapeake Bay. The gossip from Stacey (Cleo's ex-sister-in-law who seemed to know everything about everyone) was that Laurel was only studying Herbology full-time because she'd failed Healer training. This didn't matter to Cleo; Laurel was nonetheless very bright, and Stacey and Cleo were still friends with a few former classmates who hadn't passed Healer training either, because of the workload or squeamishness. The forty-year-old had never had problems with the latter issue—Cleo definitely didn't have a weak stomach—but she'd found training incredibly stressful and demanding. All the students had joked about spending the night studying in the library, Cleo remembered, but they'd all done it at least once. So she knew Healer training was difficult, and there wasn't anything bad about Laurel not completing it. Cleo just hoped that Jarrett and Laurel would be very happy.
And hopefully her brother's marriage would be more successful than hers had been.
Now too alert to fall asleep again, Cleo figured the only thing to do was start her day a few hours early. The sun was up by the time she was out of the shower, and the medic swung by Cascade Hall for breakfast after she'd dried her hair. A decent amount people were eating already, though not quite the normal number—it was Saturday, so it made sense that the more laid-back students would be taking the weekend to sleep in. Cleo didn't dawdle in the Hall; she tried to minimize her out-of-office hours, in case she was needed.
At ten she posted a long reply to Jarrett, and she was reorganizing her potions when she received a surprise visitor about half an hour later. It was rare for Cleo to have another staff member in her Hospital Wing. If one of her coworkers did show up, it was usually Amelia escorting an injured Quidditch player. Most of the teachers could handle any injuries that might occur in their classes—it was only the Flying lessons and Quidditch events that allowed for injuries requiring the medic.
Lilac, whose acquaintance Cleo had made at the beginning of the year, was therefore the least-anticipated guest, especially on a weekend. Yet there the Transfiguration teacher was, with a rather bloody makeshift bandage. Perpetuating the sunny impression she had first left on Cleo, though, the brunette chatted a little idly. “I'm doing fine,” Cleo answered, but her blue eyes (though amused at Lilac's choice of topic) were fixed on the barely-concealed wound. “The weather has been pretty good, yeah.”
Fortunately, Lilac cut to the chase immediately after that, revealing the rather nasty-looking gash on her arm and, ultimately, the reason she was in the Hospital Wing. “Think you can fix me up? I would've tried to fix it up myself, but it's my wand arm…”
“Oh, that's no problem,” Cleo said, stopping at her desk for a moment to grab her wand. It was the same she'd had for twenty-nine years; eleven and a half inches of eucalyptus wood, with a core of phoenix feather. “How did you manage this?” she asked, touching her wand to Lilac's forearm. With a silent incantation—Cleo had done this so many times that it was one of her more reliable wordless spells—the skin rejoined. It gave the two teachers a view of what a time-lapse of the wound's healing might be; the cut went from just having occurred to having the appearance of a weeks-old trauma. Another moment later, only the faintest impression of a line remained. That, Cleo knew, would vanish within a few hours.
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Medic Cleo Rocamboli
I've heard its bark is worse
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Lilac
October 15, 2010 2:16 PM
Tell that to my arm by Lilac
Lilac smiled when Cleo said that it would be no problem to fix up her arm. She hadn't expected it would be difficult for the medic to heal such a simple wound. “Thanks,” Lilac said as Cleo grabbed her wand. “I hope I didn't interrupt anything important, though.” She hated the idea that she might have been distracting Cleo from something more critical. What kind of professor would she be if she stole away the medic from a seriously suffering student, over a scratch?“How did you manage this?” Cleo asked as she healed Lilac's arm. Lilac watched distractedly at first as the spell the medic cast caused the healing process to go into over-drive. What would have taken weeks took seconds, and she stared with wide eyes. Once it was just a line, she snapped out of her awe and finally spoke with a laugh. “It's a pretty funny story, really,” she said before elaborating.
“See, I was laying on the floor of my room --it's very comfortable-- daydreaming about my family and wondering what they were up to,” she explained. “I attempted to stand up, and I tripped. Guess I'm not as graceful as I ought to be.” She chuckled at herself, maladroit in her ways as always. If only she wasn't so clumsy.
“I live in Russia, and I keep a figurine of Saint Basil's Cathedral on my desk. It's my little reminder of Moscow. Most of my family lives there, or at least my mother's side. You might have heard of the family; the Tupolovs… I do miss Russia sometimes,” added Lilac with a nod. “Anyway, when I tripped, I stuck my arm out to break my fall, and it kind of landed on the figurine. It didn't break, but the tops of those things are decently pointed.” Again, she laughed, and she wondered if Cleo would laugh with her. She wouldn't have been offended in the slightest; she knew her actions were comical.
“But enough about me,” Lilac said, waving her arm through the air briefly as if to shoo off the conversation that was centered on her. “What about you? What have you been up to recently?” Subconsciously, she ran her left finger over what had previously been cut on her right arm as if she couldn't believe it was gone. Lilac, a pureblood, had been healed many times, but every time, the feeling astounded her. She loved magic so much.
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Lilac
Tell that to my arm
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