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roleplaying as Beauxbatons iNPC Cassie Heather McGregor-Martin [ @Draven Mirador as Archer Ladrian [aka Little Miss Murder / Artemis] ] English "#26687E" • French "#72267E" • FSL #72267E DATE 19/03/22 OUTFIT [x] [x] [x] entering the Hospital Wing with Archer

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Cassie wished she'd payed more attention when Scarlett had shown her around Hogwarts a little over a year ago. If she had, maybe she'd know where she was going now. All she could remember of the elusive Hospital Wing was the fact that it was on the third floor. Or maybe it was on the fourth? Cassie's brain was a little numb - matching her hands, which were experiencing that strange feeling you get when the temperature suddenly rises and whatever produces your body heat hasn't quite realised yet. The result was that Cassie just really, really wanted a new set of clothes (which was near-impossible right now since all of her clothes were at the Campgrounds), a hot shower (or bath, in the case that Hogwarts didn't have showers), and some hot chocolate. Meanwhile, her current companion (if you could call Little Miss Murder a 'companion') was severely in need of something to keep away pneumonia, or at the very least the inevitable cold which surely came after falling into a freezing lake.

As they hurried through the corridors, the two sopping wet kids drew a lot of stares from various curious Hogwarts students. Since none of them offered anything to help, Cassie ignored them. It was a surprise when Artemis finally spoke through chattering teeth. "Hospital Wing," she said shortly. "If I can find it." And find it she did. The sight of the warm room filled Cassie with a sort of hope as the two came through the door, but... "What now?"

cassie currently doesn't know archer is genderfluid, hence the use of female pronouns in this post

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roleplaying as Beauxbatons iNPC Cassie Heather McGregor-Martin [ @Draven Mirador as Archer Ladrian [aka Little Miss Murder / Artemis] ] English "#26687E" • French "#72267E" • FSL #72267E DATE 19/03/22 OUTFIT [x] [x] [x] sitting down and being magically dried by a house elf

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Since the Durmstrang student obviously didn't understand or speak English very well, Cassie would have to try and speak simply in order to make translation easier. That, or she could attempt to utilise the tiny (as in, five words at the most) amount of Russian she'd picked up from hanging around with Charles and Ro. After Artemis' question, she figured she might as well try. So, she squinted into the distance as she often did when she was thinking, paused for a moment to remember the word and the pronunciation, and then opened her mouth. "дверь door," she said in the most un-Russian accent Artemis had probably ever heard speaking Russian. Help. That was what she'd said as an explanation of the Hospital Wing - or, at least, that was what she thought she'd said. She had no idea she'd managed to mix it up with the word for door, but Artemis probably would. "Hey, do you speak French?"

When Cassie stopped in the doorway of the Hospital Wing, she felt something stumble into her - Artemis. "It's fine," she said, waving off the other's apology and moving so they could both get through the door. "I guess now we just-" But she had no time to finish her sentence, because a house-elf (really? Hogwarts used house elves too? Cassie hated that) rushed up to them and lead them both to some chairs. A click of the house elf's fingers dried the pair off, leaving them with only the cold to deal with. The house elf hurried off to get some sort of potion, Cassie presumed. "So, Little Miss Murder, is permanently ruining someone's vocal chords your normal response to taking a swim?" Cassie's vocal chords were fine - it was her throat that still hurt a little - but maybe Artemis had ruined someone's voice before, who knew?

cassie currently doesn't know archer is genderfluid, hence the use of female pronouns in this post

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roleplaying as Beauxbatons iNPC Cassie Heather McGregor-Martin [ @Draven Mirador as Archer Ladrian [aka Little Miss Murder / Artemis] ] English "#26687E" • French "#72267E" • FSL #72267E DATE 19/03/22 OUTFIT [x] [x] [x] [x] talking and examining her reflection

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Cassie grinned when Artemis introduced the broomstick as her love. She could understand the feeling: for someone who really loved broomriding, your own broom could feel like your child or a really close friend. Despite the thing being as inanimate as a bicycle, Cassie did know someone who'd actually named their broom. Did bikers get the same feeling? Did horse riders? Maybe you got an attachment to an object (or animal, seeing as how horses probably didn't count as objects) after spending so much time using it, and after you'd gone through so much while doing so. Cassie certainly had something of an attachment to her own broom. It wasn't as good as the Durmstrang student's broom though. Cassie crouched down when Artemis did to inspect and dry the broom. She didn't doubt that it had cost a lot: she quickly identified it as a Moontrimmer. "Cool broom," she told the other broomrider. "I've got a Shooting Star." It was a pitiful broom when compared with the Moontrimmer, but you should never underestimate someone for how good or bad their broom was, right?

Deciding not to offer her own help unless Artemis asked for it (the younger kid looked like she knew what she was doing), Cassie took off her coat and sat back in her blanket while Charles' friend lovingly and carefully rubbed her broom dry. The Beauxbatons girl wasn't ready for the topic change but took it in her stride, discarding the word 'myriad' since she had no idea what it meant. Maybe it was Russian. "I do?" Cassie spied a mirror and wandered over to it, checking her reflection. Her jeans covered up the scab she'd had on her left knee for a few days without knowing why, but (as well as the lovely new bruise on her neck) there were a few old injuries that were visible. A plaster adorned her left elbow, the water causing it to make a valient effort to peel itself off. Cassie pulled the rest away quickly, wincing as it pulled at her skin. Below it, a scab had formed, presumably from the same thing (probably a fall) that had injured her leg. Despite wizarding medication working a lot better and faster than plasters, Cassie had never really gotten used to the idea of it. Plus, slapping a plaster on a wound was a lot faster than a trip to go get it magically healed. It confused some of her pureblood friends, but Cassie enjoyed confusing people with Muggle items. Other than this scab, her nose was a bit sunburnt and she had a paper cut on one of her fingers. Maybe there was another cut on the back of her neck or something that she couldn't see. Turning back to Artemis, Cassie shrugged. "Various stuff, I guess. I do broomracing, so..." It wasn't exactly the safest sport, but were there any safe sports in the wizarding world? Having so much medical equipment and magic on hand offered wixes a safety net that gave them the confidence to make their sports as interesting (and dangerous) as possible. Just look at the Hexiwizard! The last one had resulted in a death, and yet it was still going. If that didn't prove anything, Cassie wasn't sure what would.

cassie currently doesn't know archer is genderfluid, hence the use of female pronouns in this post