Wrong Side of the Bed (open)

[emi.kaisar.murin]

The curly red-head had a knack of hurting herself one way or another. Whether or not she would slip on some ice or run into a door way, or just end up tripping over her own two feet, she was constantly in the hospital wing. Today it had been she fell out of her bed and right on to the floor and fell on to her numerous amount of crap laying right beside her bed. Her arm hurt and she felt like she'd done some real damage to it this time. She held on to her left arm with her right hand to keep it from swinging anywhere and getting more hurt than it was. Then again, she had a knack for over exaggerating things as well. Either way, it was going to be interesting to see the nurse's face when she explained what had happened this time. Kaisar felt like the nurse was getting annoyed by seeing her in the wing basically once a week now, but if she got hurt, then she got hurt.

She shook her head as she took her walk of shame to the medical wing. Once she got in there, the nurse was no where to be found at the moment, so she just took a seat on one of the cots. She swung her legs back and forth because her feet couldn't touch the ground on account of she was so small. She watched out of the hall as other people passed the halls of Hogwarts, talking to their friends and their 'significant other' as she sat alone. She gave a loud sigh as she laid back on the cot and kind of wished Cupid were match her up with someone already. She hated the fact that he had to pick someone for her, but she was interested to see who her match would be. She hoped a lot of things about the guy; nice, sweet, not dumb. However, she would go with the flow like normal and just work with him. She just hoped that he could deal with her.

On that note, she didn't know if anyone could really handle her hyper-ball of happiness. The red-head had not that bad of a temper, but could easily get angered if the person stepped on the wrong subject. And her being trained as a boxer and fighter didn't really bode well for ther person that came across her on the wrong day. She put that to the side of her mind and went back to her arm. She rolled up her long sleeve shirt on her left side to see if she had bruised herself. The bruise went from a few inches above her wrist to about her elbow-ish area. She stuck her tongue out and then rolled her white sleeve back down. She got back up out of the cot and began to wonder around the hospital area, trying to find the nurse. If she didn't find her soon, she'd just come back after her classes were over. She could not afford to miss any classes. Her professor would probably end up killing her if she gave the excuse "she was in the nurse's office" again. Her potions teacher was just evil and seemed to not have a heart for anything dealing with injuries. She was a clutz. Get over it. Actually, that's what her teacher told her to do every time she came late. She sighed as she went back over to the cot she was sitting on and was going to sit there for about five more minutes or so before leaving.

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