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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 6:31 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 6:32 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 6:33 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 6:35 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 6:37 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2012 6:06 pm
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♛═━┈☆┈━═♛ Samuel Meridith Second Year Gryffindor ♛═━┈☆┈━═♛
✔Age: Twelve ✔Mood: Pained ✔Status: Single
Sam hobbled into the Hospital Wing, still in his Quidditch uniform, accompanied by both Katrina and Ariana, who were also both in their uniforms. He settled down onto a chair, favoring his right leg and cradling his left arm. Kat handed him the sign in form and he filled it out. Thankfully, he was right handed.
Form Name: Sam Meridith Year: Second House: Gryfffindor Symptoms: Pain in left arm and right leg.
Out Of Character: {Dislocated shoulder and pulled hammstring.}
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2012 6:39 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2012 6:46 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2012 7:00 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2012 7:06 pm
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↜Heather Stevia Hawthorn↝| Single | Second Year | Beater |—¤÷(`[¤* *¤]´)÷¤—Heather entered the Hospital a few minutes after Sam, Kat, and Ariana. She gripped her right side gingerly, and found a seat a little ways away from the others. She didn't feel like chatting at the moment. A) She just lost the quidditch game and was more-or-less blaming herself for their failure, and B) she was in too much pain to talk a lot. Finding an extra form in the chair next to her for some reason, she began to fill it out, letting go of her side with her right hand and holding on to it with her left. Name: Heather Hawthorn Year: Second House: Hufflepuff Symptoms: Pain in right side due to contact with bludger. Once the form was filled out, she sat quietly, carefully rubbing her right side in tiny circles. The cracking sound from when the bludger crashed into her was on repeat in her brain, her blue eyes wide with a mixture of hurt and fear. She tried to take her mind off the pain by thinking of a song that had been stuck in her head for a few days. Tell me why... Ain't nothin' but a heartache... Tell me why... Ain't nothin' but a mistake... Tell me why... I never wanna hear you say... I want it that way... she thought, singing the lyrics in her mind. Somehow, that song always made her feel better. {OOC: A few broken ribs and some serious bruising.}Wearing—¤÷(`[¤* *¤]´)÷¤—
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2012 7:10 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2012 7:53 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2012 8:08 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2012 8:12 pm
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2012 8:18 pm
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