With Clumsiness Comes Consequences PV Closed

Another bed of snow had descended on the wizarding school's grounds once again. Apparently Hogwarts was protected from everything except the winter winds that brought frozen precipitation. Emma wasn't complaining, however. Despite the annual deluge of snow, she still managed to make her way outside and down the stairs to see if the lake had frozen over. Ten minutes out in the snow was enough for her. It was just enough to get a glimpse at the pond and strive not to slip marching down the stairs. It was time to head back inside, straight for the library.

As the snowfall collected and melted slowly in her hair, she made her way to the icy stairs. Along with her sense of temperature, the brunette did have a sense of right and wrong... with a huge gray space in the middle. Thick glistening ice casted the sun's image vaguely, but it was enough to get a strong beam of light. She did not feel like tempting her own fate over a quicker way into the building, today was not the day. Shifting to her right, Emma stepped on to the white hill and her boots sunk a foot into the snow. Within an instant, her toes went numb, but she pushed on and trudged up the snowy mountain. 

A thud sounded above, but Emma continued to walk at her usual pace. It was winter, and snowballs never hurt anyone. Then again, it was much too loud to be a mere snowball. To no surprise, Emma had began to overthink again and her pace sped up slightly. It was too cold to even be outside, more or less, walking through snow.

Without any hesitation at the sight of the school, her eagerness took over, but once glance down such down any feelings of happiness. At least she's not dead. The brunette thought to herself looking at the puffs of white smoke coming from her nose. Approaching the body, she reached out to her body but stopped abruptly. She didn't want to make matters worse, but anything was better than sitting outside in the snow. Bare hands slid underneath the girl's robes, the coldness sending a chill up her entire body. The Hospital Wing was really far away.

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"Whoa," Emma quickly set her book down and jumped out of bed to tend to the Hufflepuff. Not many students were in the Wing, it wasn't very hard to sneak in. "I found you outside just like, lying there. Are you feeling alright?" 

@Emma Hill

One glimpse at the girl indicated she wasn't alright. Immediately apologizing for the shock she caused, she took a half-step behind her but not too large. Emma could only envision her point of view like the dizziness after rolling downhill, but it was apparent that it was greatly worse. It wouldn't just go away in a matter of seconds. Standing to the right of the bed, she braced herself just in case she decided to lose balance. 

She didn't want to talk much just in case the Hufflepuff had a headache, the last thing she needed was a loud-mouthed student by her side. It wouldn't be long before she got pestered by her judgments, or possibly even drowsy and fell asleep. Thankfully, she didn't have to initiate the conversation. After all, what could she say without feeling a little bit sorry? Nevertheless, she put on a smile and acquainted herself. "Emmaline. Emma, if you want to. Oh, and third year." She gestured down at her navy blue robes to signify her house. 

Emma snickered quietly to herself as she looked at the flakes falling from the ground. After hearing her whereabouts, the sorrow had been replaced with respect. Not even the pitch could motivate her to go for a journey in the frosty weather. Her brows raised in curiosity. The Badgers were the only team they hadn't played yet, so it was nice to meet a player. It would have been a lie to say she didn't put her friends before the game. "You play for Hufflepuff? Stronger than any Lion I've seen. I look forward to seeing you on the field, but for now, you need to rest." She fluffed the pillow some and gestured to it.

Walking over to the medicine cabinet, the brunette turned back to look at Annie's ankle. She didn't know anything that could help take the pain away, but she wasn't the best at potions and tonics. "Do you think there's anything in there that could help?"

It felt wrong to laugh, but Annie just seemed so adorable. A little snicker escaped her jaws as slurred words came formed from the girl's jaws. Placing a hand on her shoulder, she shook it lightly, signaling to stay awake without using a single word. She observed the girl with caution, watching for any further signs of weakness or for something even worse. Although she felt compiled to ask, she bit her tongue, looking back and the big wooden doors as a sign of help as if they were magically going to burst open.

Emma had gotten lucky. Despite being one of the many germophobes, she didn't get that anxiety rush whenever someone sneezed or coughed. Mostly because there was no one to spread their contagious diseases or strange symptoms. Facing a full row of beds, the downpour of snow met her sights. Snow was great and all, but the ice could go.

Standing by her side, it seemed like the nurse never showed up. Not in her first year, and definitely not in her third. Admittedly, she never had many trips to the Hospital Wing, but it was enough to remember the nurse's attendance. At last, her eyes made eye contact with the vials. "Out of curiosity, what's your mark in Potions?"

Rattling through the medicine cabinet, the brunette lifted and shifted around dozens among dozens of vials. Although most of them were labeled, there was the occasional rebel that stood out from the rest, and without hesitation, she pushed those to the back of the cabinet. If she was being honest, she didn't trust herself enough to properly diagnose a student. However, her stubbornness couldn't find anything that wouldn't trouble herself nor Annie. Her dependence on magic proved to be off and on at times. "I'm not leaving."