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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Mar 15, 2010 20:33:40 GMT -5
After the weekend that she'd had with Lyric, her only choice had been to come and see the nurse. He'd been acting odder than normal, crankier than normal, and frankly after the last batch in the street she'd been terrified. The sickness and death had seemed more real when he'd stuck the needle in his arm, and then stumbled around. She was sitting waiting on a bench now for Miss Medina to finish with another student, and bring her into the office.
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Post by Katia Medina on Mar 15, 2010 20:33:59 GMT -5
One student down, and another to go, even though she was teaching potions, her job as a nurse seemed never ending. She gestured for a vaguely familiar face to come into her office. When the girl was in the door she gestured for her to sit down. “How may I help you,” she looked down at her papers, “Quinn?” now she remembered the bright girl from her potions class.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Mar 15, 2010 20:34:07 GMT -5
It felt ominous entering the nurse's office, especially considering what she was about to ask/do. She hoped that Lyric never found out that she had been here. It was hard enough to get him to trust her, because of what Jory had done. Often she had to put aside her own fears and uncertainties in order to help Lyric with his. Not that he'd admit that he had issues, the words I'm not sick echoing through her mind. “I had a question about drugs.”
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Post by Katia Medina on Mar 15, 2010 20:34:16 GMT -5
Katia couldn't help the raised eyebrow at that phrase, in wizarding culture everything was potions. “Muggle drugs? Miss Ashwinder, I know very little about muggle drugs. I could tell you about potions if you need something.” Muggle drugs weren't reliable anyways, there were always a few healers that thought you could incorporate muggle techniques, but the majority of them were shoddy at best.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Mar 15, 2010 20:34:29 GMT -5
“No, that's not what I meant. I mean, how do you know if a drug is making someone sick.” Quinn knew nothing about drugs, and while she was fluent in the use of potions, she never would have thought to use them in a manner that would make herself or someone else sick.
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Post by Katia Medina on Mar 15, 2010 20:34:39 GMT -5
“I don't know enough about muggle drugs to tell you. Although I do know that they are not as effective as potions in curing the ill. Are you looking into going to school to become a healer when you graduate?” The girl's potion skill were adequate enough to get her into a healers school, more than adequate actually.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Mar 15, 2010 20:34:50 GMT -5
Quinn shook her head, “no. I mean, I want to keep making wands,” she said in reference to her wand shop. “I have a friend, who is taking drugs...muggle drugs. And I think they're making him sick. Someone else told me they were making him sick.”
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Post by Katia Medina on Mar 15, 2010 20:35:00 GMT -5
Again, Katia felt out of her element, “muggle drugs are an anomaly that they do not teach in healers school. How are they making him sick?” Her technical skills were gearing up, interested in listening and dissecting a problem, even if she did not have the solution to the root of the issue.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Mar 15, 2010 20:35:10 GMT -5
“He shakes. Sometimes he can't walk right. Sometimes he's nice, and then sometimes, he's not so much.” She was afraid to have told as much as she had, but Lyric had looked so pale in the light of one of those muggle globes on the street. “He's pale, and I think he's lost a lot of weight in the last few weeks.”
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Post by Katia Medina on Mar 15, 2010 20:35:20 GMT -5
It sounded more like the boy might be a werewolf, Katia thought, but there was much more diagnosis for that condition than she could make in a moment. And if the girl had seen him doing muggle drugs, it sounded like it could be something else. “It sounds a lot like the symptoms or side effects of potion abuse. I can't really help you with that, but I can send you to someone who can.” She looked at the girl questioningly.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Mar 15, 2010 20:35:30 GMT -5
Quinn nodded, if Katia couldn't help her out than she would go to someone else who could. The dark circles under her eyes professed that she had not been sleeping well. The past few nights spent thinking about Lyric and what she could say or do that would make it alright again, that would take him down off of this new tower. “Please tell me how to see him.”
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Post by Katia Medina on Mar 15, 2010 20:35:39 GMT -5
Katia nodded, and wrote directions to Kane's office on a scrap of parchment paper. “I'll send him an owl ahead and let him know to expect you.” If it was what she said, then she wanted to offer the girl no way out. She looked Quinn over again, and noted the dark circles, wondering if there was a lack of sleep, or a similar abuse occurring. She pulled her drawer open, “here, I want you to take this potion. It should help you wake up some,” it was actually a cleansing potion, meant to take all toxins out of the blood, in case there was something there that was making Quinn sick. She made a note in the letter to Kane notifying him that she had given the girl the potion in case it affected anything. “If there's anything else I can help you with, let me know.”
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Mar 15, 2010 20:35:52 GMT -5
Taking the scrap of paper and the potion as though her life hung in the delicate threads that meshed the parchment together, Quinn nodded. “I'll let you know if there is anything else.” She turned and headed out the door, deciding that she would go see the school counselor, she looked at the parchment, Kane, after lunch today.
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Post by Katia Medina on Mar 15, 2010 20:38:04 GMT -5
Watching the student walk out of the room, Katia sent an owl off to Kane, hoping that the girl would actually attend a meeting. She didn't deal with addictions, the best that she could do was offer a cleansing potion to help with detoxing, but only a bit. She didn't want to become the gateway to a new addiction while attempting to solve the issue, and Katia suffered from no delusions that she could help heal mental anguish.
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