Azzy walks down the corridors of the psyche ward at St. Mungo's Hospital. Naturally they were already at the hospital for a horse accident, it was bound to happen at some point. They'd finished helping their mother bake some goodies and wrapped up some crocheted stuffed animals Azzy had made. And when Azzy to Balance to practice Barrel Racing. Azzy had accidentally used the wrong formation and Balance ended up falling and Azzy broke their arm. Welp. Crap happens. They approached the counter finding some nurses who were there. "Hi! I'm here to see Thorn Cullen for her birthday? I brought baked goods and some gifts for her. " Azzy said cooly. Ignoring the gut feeling of nervousness. " You're here to see Thorn? Can I have your name please?" The nurse asked. "Azrael Faire. She didn't mention me because it's a surprise." "I see. Room ###." The nice nurse had said. Azzy gave a quick thank you before making their way to Thorns room. They ignored the patients that had actually lost their sanity. They had an aunt who was in a psyche ward back in America. Poor woman had lost her two children in a school firearm situation and then she lost her mind. Oh well. Azzy looked at the numbers on the doors, muttering each one to themselves before finding Thorns room. They knocked before they entered. "Thorn Cullen? Hi! I... Heard no one was coming for your birthday and I figured that everyone deserves to celebrate their birthday with someone. So. Happy Birthday!" Azzy said, giving a bright smile despite the pain they were in, they had one-handed the goodies and the gifts, they walked over to Thorn's desk and set the stuff down, sitting in a chair opposite the blue-haired girl.

Green: Speaking in Romanian
Purple: Speaking English
Blue: One of her siblings are speaking

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Thorn lay in her bed staring blankly at the ceiling. Her hair was a mess of mats and tangles and her ruined make-up seemed permanently stained onto her pale skin. She looked at the window with the same view she had for the last couple months she had basically memorized it. She touched her face and some mascara came off, she looked at it. What a nice reminder that she had done nothing but cry since she got there. There was a soft knock on the door, she shot up in bed "Basilisk?" she asked hopefully before continuing "Come in" she finished. The door swung open to reveal someone other than Basilisk. She flopped back on to the bed with disappointment written all over her face and moved her gaze back to the ceiling. "What do you want" she snapped still staring at the ceiling. "Thorn Cullen? Hi! I... Heard no one was coming for your birthday and I figured that everyone deserves to celebrate their birthday with someone. So. Happy Birthday!" the person said handing her a gift. She moved her head and stared unblinkingly at the gift before taking it. The individual pulled up a chair and sat down across from her. "Who are you, how do you know me and why did even want to visit me? What is your motive?

@Azrael Faire

Wow- Talk about rapid-fire questions! Azzy blinked, trying to keep up. One answer at a time. "My name is Azrael Faire, you can call me Azzy if you would like. I know you because we go to school together and I heard about your reputation. I'm visiting because I wanted to make sure you weren't alone on your birthday. And I have no motive other than to make friends. Are my answers to your satisfaction, Thorn?" They had pinned a defensive tone, whoops. "Sorry for my tone, I felt the need to get defensive. I mean well. I truly do. I hope you like the stuffed animals I crocheted. That took a lot of effort. And I made you a cake and brought you some stuff to do while you're here!" Azzy smiled at the blue-haired girl infront of them. They had heard quite a bit about Thorn's reputation at Hogwarts, attempted-murder. Holy wow. That took some real guts to do, that's for sure. They kept track of Thorn's body language, she was weary of them. Understandable, they hadn't even properly met besides the typical Gryffindor-Slytherin rivalry, in which Azzy tried to stay out of as much as humanly possible.