March showers lead to... colds. Pv Closed

Lucia was having a better time of it than the redhead - now that they were out of the rain, Lucia could tell what her hair colour was - apparently was. She complained in a loud voice, drawing attention from other people in the corridors, almost all the way up the Hospital Wing. "What's an escalator?" was Lucia's only response, but she had to admit that the younger girl had a point about the Wing being on the third floor. Lucia herself was having difficulties, but of a different sort to her partner in rescuing. Each time they went up a flight of stairs, Lucia had to make sure that she was levitating the boy high enough for him to not be hit on the next step. At the same time, she was trying to hurry up as fast as possible. This meant that her concentration was split between two difficult tasks. Although her spot on the duelling team meant that she was fairly confident in her spell casting, Lucia was by no means a runner and found it hard just to keep going, but she managed it. Her mind was keeping the boy afloat, and her body was keeping herself moving forwards. Maybe exercising some more outside of duelling might be a good idea.

Since she wasn't burdened with the actual weight of the boy (unless you counted the extra concentration she had to put into the spell to keep it going), Lucia was the first one at the Hospital Wing. The relief of it flodded her mind - so much so that the spell faltered and the boy almost fell to the floor before Lucia pulled herself together and directed him gently onto a bed. A house elf hurried over, and Lucia explained their predicament. It went off to fetch something, and that was when the younger girl burst through the door, dragging her charge with her and shouting. "Wingardium Leviosa!" Realising that the redhead didn't have any stre gth left, Lucia flicked her wand at the girl on the floor and, straining against the mental this-is-too-much she was feeling, she magically pulled the mud-covered girl onto a bed next to the boy before collapsing onto a chair. Physically, she was fine, although her legs were burning a bit from the rush up here. It was her brain that was hurting. Using a lot of magic sometimes did that to you.

While they waited for a house-elf to get here and for the two patients to wake up, Lucia remembered another spell which could be useful. "Aer Calidus." Just as it had after the Samhain Ball, a blast of hot air poured out of her wand, warming the four up and beginning to dry them off a bit. But not nearly enough. "I need a change of clothes," Lucia mumbled. The hot-air spell wasn't that hard - after all, air was hardly as heavy as the boy's unconscious form - so Lucia didn't need to worry about losing concentration. She turned her head towards the redhead. "A house-elf is coming. I'm Lucia, by the way. Lucia Fox." She'd usually hold out a hand for the other to shake at this point, but honestly it felt like they were already friends, having gone through that together. "Third year, Hufflepuff."