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Post by isabellaswan on Oct 9, 2009 16:19:23 GMT -6
Bella rubbed the burn marks on her forearm. It was a wonder her body wasn’t littered with nasty scares. Really it was a miracle she wasn’t dead yet. Bella had a habit of attracting danger like a magnet. This included bad luck, accidents, injuries and potential fatalities, though she hadn’t run into any of those lately.
For the moment Bella sat on a bed in St. Mungo’s. As she gazed around at the pastel walls and scrutinized the pictures she could swear that this room looked familiar. It wouldn’t surprise her if she’d visited every room in St. Mungo’s. As the door opened she smiled at the Healer, “Hello,” she greeted them cheerily, probably very unlike any other burn patient they’d ever come across, but she wasn’t like most people.
((ooc: Anyone?))
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Post by Alex Binns on Oct 10, 2009 14:26:22 GMT -6
((ooc: hehe sorry for Alex but I couldn't resist bringing him in for Bella!))
Pausing by the Healer's desk at the entrance to the ward he passed the intern behind there his clipboard of notes and the bulky file of patient notes before waiting for the next patient clipboard to be handed to him. He wasn't sure why but Mondays in particularly always seemed to be the busy days for the Spell Damage department- probably people still being overexcited from the weekend off they'd just had. He had no such privileges, he'd been called in early the morning before to deal with a particularly nasty hex. 'Who starts a duel and hexes the living daylights out of each other on the sabbath day?!' he wondered lightly to himself while he waited for the intern to hand him the next patient's notes.
"Here you go Healer Binns, quite a bulky file this 'un, she's always in here," the girl told him with an easy roll of her eyes to while Alex merely smiled in amusement.
"I'm sure she is, but at least we know she's making good use of the facilities and care we provide hmmm?" he reminded her in a lightly reprimanding manner with a light laugh as he glanced down at the file and saw the name printed there. "Actually, I take that back, you're right, she is always in here," he agreed good naturedly as he pointed to the door to one of the treatment rooms. "In there?" he asked and after receiving an affirmative nod he smiled and spun on his heel towards the door.
Knocking on the door briefly he opened the door and stepped into the room, closing it behind him before spinning round to see, yes, Isabella Swan had found harm yet again. "Hello indeed Miss Swan, I feel as though I see you more than I see some of my friends and family," he remarked good humouredly with a smile over at her as he approached where she was sat on the bed.
"Now..." he paused for a moment, glancing down at the file before back up to her, "Miss Swan would you like to tell me exactly how you obtained your injury this time?" he asked with a certain tone of light joking. If he was honest he seemed to see Bella on average once a week in Mungo's, either in passing or tending to her himself. "I put it to you that you, Miss Swan, are a danger magnet," he observed as he looked up from the clipboard he had been making a note on.
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Post by isabellaswan on Oct 11, 2009 8:44:28 GMT -6
((ooc: Alex is perfect! hehe.)) Bella found herself inadvertently smiling as Healer Binns, or Alex as she’d got to know him quite well, entered the room. “Well then Alex you can count me as a friend rather than a patient, then you can at least say you see your friends more than you do your family. Sorry, there’s nothing I can do really about our DNA matching yet, but someday I’m sure the potion masters of the world will come up with something ingenious,” she started in her usual rambling manner. “Work… well not exactly work, but sort of work,” she began, “I ended up following a potential client of mine, and well, I ended up in a rather nasty situation and voila lovely little burns to show for it,” she held up her arm to demonstrate. “Yes, so I’ve been told,” she commented with a cheery smile. Sitting patiently Bella tried to make conversation, “Has work been busy for you lately?” she asked.
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Post by Alex Binns on Oct 11, 2009 12:31:20 GMT -6
Alex found himself grinning at her response and nodded, “Yeah that makes me feel better, thank you Ms Swan,” he agreed in amusement. “I’d really rather you weren’t my sister,” he commented offhandedly and then, realising he could be implying that it was because he liked in her and that them being relatives would squash it, he shook his head, trying to make it seem less like that. “I mean… you know… I don’t think you could take the Binns family, we’re sort of… well a bunch of freaks to be honest,” he explained in a good natured way as he busied himself with taking out her notes from the file for reference and arranging them on the clipboard he held.
“Work? Say no more,” he joked with a laugh- most times he saw her in Mungo’s it was because she’d got herself hurt at work doing some ‘investigative journalism’, as she put it anyway. As she explained more, he smiled grimly, “That doesn’t sound good, have you ever considered perhaps moving into a less risky career? Or else not doing so much investigation work,” he noted as he looked back up from his notes, his attention on her again as she asked how work had been. “Yes it has. I don’t know what it is about Mondays but everyone seems to injure themselves today… very odd,” he said thoughtfully and then began scribbling down another note on the clipboard as he continued, “But then again I’m just thankful that I don’t have to deal with the Saturday night shifts, when people have been drinking a little too much they tend to get a little ‘hex happy’.” Finishing his note he placed the clipboard on the table and put his pen in the pocket of his robes before he turned back to her, taking a seat beside her on the bed. “Now, Isabella, would you like to sit still for me while I deal with those burns?” he asked cheerily, “What shall our topic today be… well… seeing as I haven’t seen you in, oh… days… how is the Prophet?” he enquired with a charming smile as he removed his wand and gently held her arm to get a closer look at the nasty burns there.
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Post by isabellaswan on Oct 11, 2009 15:52:18 GMT -6
“You’re welcome, always here to help,” said Bella with a friendly smile. Bella nearly missed the implication, if Alex hadn’t added the bit about his family in a good natured way. Brushing it off with a shrug of her shoulders and a bright smile she said, “Have you met my mum? If you had, you’d know that I’d fit right in, or at least she would,” she joked easily, but wondered vaguely if there was another reason that Alex would rather she wasn’t his sister. If she was honest with herself Bella liked Alex. For one he was very handsome, kind and generous to everyone around him, as well as a perfect gentleman. However she thought he didn’t see her like that and so left it well enough alone.
She didn’t over analyze when it came to guys and relationships, she left assumptions and leaps of faith for work. Bella smiled brightly at him and blushed slightly with a nod of her head. That was her usual reason for taking a visit to St. Mungo’s, ‘investigative journalism.’ Bella pretended to ponder over this for a moment before answering plainly, “Nope. I would most likely get injured in any occupation I sought to accomplish, I prefer doing something I enjoy at least while injuring myself,” she joked good naturedly. “But then how would I ever expect to get a good story?” she asked teasingly.
Bella listened intently as Alex spoke of his work. Being a journalist made her a very good listener. “Mmm, yes alcohol does tend to make people a little ‘hex happy,” she agreed. “Certainly,” she replied in an equally cheerful voice as Alex sat beside her. Bella scrunched up her nose as she tried to think of a good topic for them to discuss while he mended her burns. “The prophet is fine. A bit hectic since some rumours started surfacing, I’m not really supposed to talk about it though, since they’re rumours and note exactly fact. Don’t want to go scaring people, you know?” she began, “Besides that they just figured out that a well known Deatheater has escaped from Azkaban, but I’m sure you’ve heard about that,” she mentioned as if listing off the biggest stories, “But enough about the Prophet, how are you? How’s your love life? Any juicy gossip floating around St. Mungo’s? I promise I won’t write about it,” she said holding a hand to her heart. Bella was a fair journalist and only wrote about things when she had a lot of facts and knew that what she was writing was accurate.
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Post by Alex Binns on Oct 25, 2009 17:49:23 GMT -6
Alex grinned in agreement, “No I haven’t… that’s a fair point, Ms Swan. Well were are definitely a bit odd, the old Binns family, a healthy kind of odd though… I like to say ‘quirky’ but… you know,” he shrugged simply in a casual manner. Looking up as she blushed, probably a bit embarrassed about how clumsy she constantly was, Alex shook his head, “Well it gives us at Mungo’s something to do I suppose,” he pointed out in a jokingly thoughtful manner. Then, laughing at her plain answer, “Yeah that sounds about right. Have you ever thought about Law Enforcement? Because I think your penchant for getting yourself into sticky situations while remaining unfalteringly optimistic and cheerful could be a good asset to that department,” he commented in a good humoured way but there was truth behind his words.
“Yeah, it really does… and let me tell you, half of the accidental hex victims we get in here would be good campaign posters against binge drinking,” he remarked in a joking stage whisper before his expression softened into an easy smile as he sat down beside her and got to work, as it were. “I’m glad to hear it,” he replied honestly before shooting her a curious look, “Rumous? Do tell, Ms Swan,” he winked quickly with a chuckle before looking back down at the burns, nodding along as she explained the other stories that were keeping the newspaper busy. “My love life? How is that in any way more interesting?” he asked, mocking himself easily, before sighing jokingly, “It’s sadly lacking, myself and Alicia finally went for dinner at that little greek restaurant you recommended last time you were in… she’s not my kind of girl really and I’m definitely not her kind of man so…” he shrugged it off, “At least we gave it a go, yeah? Now… come on, you can’t expect me to be subject to questioning about my love life without reciprocating the topic… Ms Swan, do tell, is there a man in your life?” he asked with a friendly grin as he began non-verbal spells to soothe the burns.
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