The Dolorosa (
wavesofjade) wrote in
sortinghat_rp2012-10-01 11:10 am
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I Would Like Anyone - Student Or Staff - To Pay The Hospital Wing A Visit Should They Still Be Suffering Any Ill Effects After The Events Of Last Week.
I Understand That This Has Been A Highly Distressing Time For Some Of You.
I Cannot Heal That Kind Of Pain As Much As I Would Like To But It Is Often Said That A Friendly Ear For Your Troubles May Work Wonders.
Please Do Not Hesitate To See Me If You Should Have Need Of Someone To Speak To Confidentially.
[Filtered to Murdoc Donoghue]
Well, Now.
That Was Exciting Wasnt It?
I Trust You Have Returned To Your Usual Self Now.
I Understand That This Has Been A Highly Distressing Time For Some Of You.
I Cannot Heal That Kind Of Pain As Much As I Would Like To But It Is Often Said That A Friendly Ear For Your Troubles May Work Wonders.
Please Do Not Hesitate To See Me If You Should Have Need Of Someone To Speak To Confidentially.
[Filtered to Murdoc Donoghue]
Well, Now.
That Was Exciting Wasnt It?
I Trust You Have Returned To Your Usual Self Now.

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[Her voice sticks a little when she says Kankri's name, but she continues speaking]
I met Sybille when I worked at St. Mungo's.
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How did you meet her? Was she injured?
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Coulson nodded; it seemed that Murdoc wasn't the only other member of the staff that might've been an Auror.]
It must be a comfort to you to have so many of your friends working in the same place.
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It is, very much so. Some of them.. do not yet know of my condition, however.
[Sal, she thinks, is in denial]
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[She sighs]
I informed Murdoc of it, after the Inquisitor arrived. Sybille is aware, as is Rhys, and yourself. Salvador.. I know that he's intelligent enough to suspect something. I haven't aged a day since we met.
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I haven't figured out how to tell the rest of them either. I'm not even sure I want them to know. Being a werewolf isn't something I'm ashamed off, but it isn't exactly something I'd like to broadcast to the world.
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So few people had been in here, simply because she spends all of her time at the hospital wing, with very little need to sleep. It's very simply decorated, but there are little trinkets here and there to make it feel more homely]
Can I get you anything?
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No thank you Dolores.
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[Dolores moves off to the kitchen area and hums softly to herself while she makes a drink. If Coulson is listening closely to the ambient sound in the room, he might hear a quiet rustling coming from a covered box by the window. If he investigates, he'll find three fruit bats looking back at him]
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This one is Zephyr, this is Shade, and this one here is Scirocco.
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A few years now, they're still babies, really.
[Not really, but since her last bat lived to be over thirty, she can't help but think of her new ones as babies]
Would you like to hold one? They're quite tame.
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Zephyr, this is Philip. Don't worry, he won't bite.
[It's hard to say if that last statement was meant for Coulson or the bat, but she offers it over to him]
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Are they usually this docile?
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They were hand-reared, so they have no fear of humans. It means they can never be released into the wild, but I make sure to give them the best quality of life that I can.
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[A thumb brushes against Zephyr's warm body, and the bat squeaks up at him, maybe to showcase his displeasure? In response, he obliges and loosens his hands slightly, allowing the bat a little more leg room to stretch out.]
Do you normally keep bats as pets?
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Since I was a child. My parents wanted me to get an owl.. but I wanted a bat. I remember I was quite petulant about it.
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We had a dog in my house since I was a kid, so my parents weren't very interested in buying me another pet. I tried to convince them that I could send them mail, but my mother refused; she was afraid of owl droppings on the roof.
[He half-wondered whether if his dog was still alive today, he'd still greet him with enthusiasm.]
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Your mother sounds like mine..
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[Yet another fond chuckle at old memories.]
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[She smiles, then looks away from him with a sigh. Her expression flickers, falls, and she brushes her hair from her forehead as a distraction]
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