Sorrel Craven
April 23, 2005 2:19 PM
No patience in your patients by Sorrel Craven
She'd endured teasing from Stephen over the summer, and on their first day back. She was going to be damned if she'd put up with it either in class or from Princess. Therefore, whilst she still had a day before classes began, Sorrel was heading for the Infirmary. She wasn't sure if the nurse would be able to help her, but it was worth a try. If he couldn't, she might swallow a small amount of pride and try Bulla-plop. It was hard to tell whether orthodontistry would fall under the medic's duty, or if it required lots of fiddly little charms.Without knocking, she opened the door and walked in.
"Hi," she stated, the fact that she didn't recognise the medic not causing her to flicker so much as an eyelid. "Here's the thing; my parents didn't know if we," if he didn't know she meant her and Ash from being given mugshots by the existing faculty, he'd find out soon enough. They were bound to end up in the infirmary together sooner or later, "would be magical or not, so we're registered with Muggle health... stuff. That's why I have to have these," she indicated her braces, "Cos it'd look suspicious if my teeth went suddenly straight. As if by magic," she said bitterly, "I don't like them. If you took them off, would you be able to straighten out my teeth, and then put them back on before I go home at Christmas, so my orthodontist can think it was all his brilliant work, take them off and dismiss me? I am not being stuck being called 'metal mouth' all year," she said, glaring forcefully and crossing her arms defiantly across her chest. "Er... please," she added, trying to scowl less, as she remembered it wasn't the medic's fault. Not that that had ever stopped her drop kicking someone before, but she needed his help.
She hated the stupid head gear. She was meant to be the bully, the one who dealt out the teasing. She couldn't do that with a mouth full of metal. It made her feel goofy and geeky, and unsure of herself. She liked her tough guy image, and that would be in enough jeopardy in a few years, however much she refused to believe it, when hormones decided to wreck her life. She didn't need these to mess up what was probably her last year of having a nice, flat boyish chest.
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Nurse Philemon Papp
April 23, 2005 10:59 PM
Patience may be a virtue, this patient, however, is not by Nurse Philemon Papp
Attempting to organize one's supplies by a normal means is, of course, normal. Using the items' names, expiration dates, creation dates, color, purpose- all of these are the sorts of criteria by which one normally organizes. Philemon Papp, however, used to once dream of being a painter. Thankfully, that particular fantasy failed to pan out, saving much of the world and his many family members from the horrors of having to view his creations. This unrealized dream did lead to a slight quirk in Philemon's personality. A very minor deviation from the status quo of the logically minded- very minor, mind you. So minor that it only ever showed up when he was attempting to organize his supplies. The aforementioned ways are used by most, but not by him. He preferred the numerological way.He had just translated Skele-Gro into its respective numbers, when the door opened without announcement and a small hellion of a child marched in. Philemon wisely set the bottle down and tried to look both adult and important. As the girl, whose face looked oddly familiar and sent a small warning wave of pay attention! down his spine- well, as she began to speak without need of introduction, he imagined he pulled off his role rather well. His good cheer did not last long. The girl proceeded to explain that one, she had braces- metal attachments Muggles like to throw on their children's teeth (a distant cousin of his collected them if he recalled correctly; or perhaps it was dentures)-two, her parents made her wear them, and three, she did not want them any longer and was here to get them removed, and then apparently re-attached come winter holiday.
She finished, and quite suddenly, recognition dawned. This was a Craven! One half to the Craven Holy Terrors, or so he had heard them referred to around the faculty. No names mentioned, of course. He'd heard stories as well, frightening stories that made him wonder as to their surname's origins. Still though, he ordered mentally, he was not to run away or do anything equally undignified. She, Sorrel- he stumbled briefly in a moment of empathy. Poor kid, named after a prickly sort of weed. And he thought his name horrid. Well then, in the name of badly named children everywhere, he'd do this particular salad green a favor. Hopefully it wasn't against whatever rules the infirmary had, if indeed there were any.
Philemon smiled in response to her scowl, making sure to show off his own nicely straight teeth. "Yes, I can, but only because you asked nicely. But first-."
He patted one of the open cots. "Take a seat and open your mouth real wide. I need to make sure your braces are the normal sort."\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
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Patience may be a virtue, this patient, however, is not
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Sorrel Craven
April 24, 2005 12:38 PM
Though she's not strictly speaking without 'Patience' by Sorrel Craven
Asked nicely? Oh great. He was one of those adults who was going to try and highlight her brief spatterings of moderately good behaviour in the hope that it would make her a proper little angel. Fat chance. She consoled herself with the fact that she hadn't actually asked all that nicely, and at least he wasn't the sort of adult who made her 'say it like you mean it'. This was an utterly ridiculous thing to suggest, as her gruff but spontaneous 'pleases' and 'thank yous' were far more meant than ones forced into honeyed tones for the benefit of highly proper aunties.She felt a wave of relief wash over her as he said he could help her (and had he been anything but vital to her, his teeth would be being rearranged right now for that stupid smile).
She parked her butt where she was instructed. The medical room was one of very few places where she'd do as she was told (and it was beneficial to her, sometimes to the point of being necessary to survival [though that state tended to come packaged with unconsciousness, in which case she could hardly protest]).
"Ahhh..." she said, in the kind of bored monotone that let you know she was parodying the stupid way dentists always made you say it, rather than trying to be especially co-operative.
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Though she's not strictly speaking without 'Patience'
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Nurse Papp
April 24, 2005 4:45 PM
I was just trying for an overly used pun by Nurse Papp
Before he came an inch closer to the Craven girl's mouth, Philemon grabbed a pair of latex gloves and quickly donned them. Now that he was fully protected against whatever diseases/growths/parasites/bubonic plague brethren might be lurking about in her gums, he made a very clinical examination. So clinical in fact as to actually involve a slight nearing of his eyes to her mouth so as to better see the metal railroad tracks that Muggles enjoyed plying their children with. Truth was, he had never seen braces on a living and breathing person before. The one time he encountered the Spanish Inquisition-esque contraption was on a very chipper house elf whose four total teeth apparently warranted the Muggle invention. The issue had little to do with any medical trouble, rather the house elf had wanted to know if braces meant clothes and if, in that case, she could use them to do away with herself.All in all, a rather frightful encounter. Hopefully, Philemon thought as he eyed the red gums and metal striped teeth, this second encounter would not be of the same nature.
Straightening, he did away with his unused gloves and gave his wand a quick jerk. Satisfied that there was no fear of accidentally setting off sparks in the student's mouth, Philemon set about removing the foul braces. "Let's stay very still for just a moment more..." a brief swish, and, "Eximo braces!"
The charm settled and there were a distanct many plops as the bits and pieces that made up the braces fell off of Sorrel Craven's teeth. Mindful that her mouth was now filled with potentially sharp bits of metal, he summoned over an empty jar. He handed it to her gingerly. "Just put the bits in there, and I'll store them for you until the winter holidays."
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I was just trying for an overly used pun
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Sorrel Craven
May 03, 2005 2:29 PM
I was going for irony, but only I know why it's ironic by Sorrel Craven
There was a slight pull as the pieces of metal came away from her teeth, but Sorrel was used to far worse, as her scraped, bruised and scarred legs and arms would attest to (and torso, but that was hidden beneath a t-shirt).She took the jar from the nurse (a male nurse... what a pouff). She pulled out the two main pieces of wire that had run the length of her teeth, depositing them into the jar. Had she actually had any sort of perception with regards to things that could be hazardous to her health, she might have thought that him leaving her with a mouth full of loose, small, pointy bits of metal was rather irresponsible. However, she readily allowed her brother to attempt to knock her ten feet off a broom without a crash mat, smashing into her ribs in the process. Things that could be considered potentially dangerous were only on her radar in the sense that she had a knack for seeking them out. The rest of the components that made up her braces followed the wires into the jar in one large gob, along with a good deal of saliva. Sorrel unabashedly handed the jar back to the nurse, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Thanks," she grinned, displaying her slightly squinty smile. She ran her tongue experimentally over her teeth. She'd only had the braces about a month, but it was amazing how used to having spiky teeth she'd got. It was weird for them to feel all smooth now, but definitely better.
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I was going for irony, but only I know why it's ironic
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Philemon Papp
May 06, 2005 11:54 AM
Well, that's no fun. (Or fair.) *grumble* by Philemon Papp
Philemon took the jar with a regretfully ungloved hand. He gave a quick mental curse to that lack of forethought and then promptly tried to ignore the fact that the jar was filled more with saliva than metal. Once the jar was shoved into a bottom drawer- out of sight, out of mind!- he returned to finish off the second half of his duties. Namely, now came the actual straightening of the student's teeth.He considered for a moment which of the many local anesthetics he had in stock to use. There was a topical salve, a potion that was coupled with a localizer spell, a few Muggle methods, too many of which involved needles...the most thorough would be the potion/charm combo, but it had the unfortunate side effect of knocking the patient out for up to eighteen hours. The straightening of teeth really didn't excuse a student from a missed class. Not to mention, the professors of those classes might come and give him a talking to, as it really would make more sense to do this sort of cosmetic thing on a weekend.
Philemon settled on the salve, retried it, and threw on another pair of germ resistant gloves. He showed the container to Sorrel and explained what the pea green salve was for. "This is going to numb your nerves, so that when I go to straighten your teeth, all you'll feel will be a bit of a 'stretch.' It may cause some discomfort, but at least it won't hurt."
He paused before putting on the salve and picked up his wand. "First though, let's get you cleaned up." With no further warning, he gave a quick: "Scourgify!"
With Sorrel Craven now fully cleaned and up to par in the Philemon Papp book of cleanliness, the salve was promptly applied. He rubbed the green goo over her cheeks and around her mouth, under her chin, and up both jaw lines. He then went after the inside of her mouth, slathering up her gums until the inside of her mouth looked more green than red. It occurred to him as an after-thought that he hadn't considered the taste of the anesthetic. Chances were it would taste horribly.
Oh well. No pain, no gain. And really, when getting your jaw re-alligned, was a bad tasting salve really as horrible as say, no anesthetic at all?
"It should take a few minutes to kick in. I'm going to put up a few things, and you just give me a shout when your face and mouth stop tingling."\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
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Well, that's no fun. (Or fair.) *grumble*
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Sorrel Craven
May 06, 2005 2:36 PM
Cravens don't play fair by Sorrel Craven
"I don't have problems with pain," she muttered, "Not a wuss." The thing she most resented was his cleaning charm though. She stared at her light brown skin. So some of it was tan after all. She would be sure to make sure Mariella knew she had been wrong about the dirt simply being ingrained. Not that a lack of ingrained dirt was something Sorrel was proud of, but proving Mariella wrong was always fun. She would have to go and remuddy her knees once she was done here though.She decided she was quite glad of the anæstetic. Not because she was scared of pain, but because it was gooey and green. She wondered how much of a swamp creature she looked like, and whether he'd notice if she stole the gel afterwards. Probably. Stupid ponsey bastard. She gagged slightly as he stuck his finger in her mouth. Even when he'd removed his hand, it wasn't much better. She'd eaten nicer tasting mud. Actually, that wasn't really fair, as mud was quite nice. Broccoli. Cabbage! Vegetables in general! She'd eaten nicer tasting BRUSSEL SPROUTS!
She sat, trying to breathe through her nose, whilst the tingly odd sensation spread over her face. It was another plus point of the anæsthetic; it felt totally weird. And another good reason to try and get her hands on some. She imagined Ash or Stephen waking up with a gooey green foot, which they couldn't feel. It would be brilliant... She tried not to laugh. Experience had taught her that laughing when having any kind of medical thing applied or done to you was a bad idea. She couldn't help but laugh a little though, but as that made some of the anæsthetic go back in her throat, she quickly stopped.
"I gink iss gung," she said, attempting to move her mouth and tongue as little as possible as she spoke. She poked her cheek. Besides the fact her finger came away all gooey, it felt like she was touching something other than her own skin. Only her finger was feeling her cheek, not the other way round as well.
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Philemon Papp
May 12, 2005 2:09 AM
How about I turn your teeth pink? Play fair then? by Philemon Papp
Philemon pushed aside his mental calculations, saving the ordering of the Scar-Away salves for after sending his patient off. He regarded Sorrel Craven's green tinted face with a moment of consideration before ambling up beside her and yanking on yet another pair of gloves. He readied his hand to perform a final test and firmly pinched her cheek.Normally, there would be a screech or perhaps kick to his shin should such an action be undertaken. Thankfully, the anesthetic removed any such chances, and Philemon released the goo-ed up cheek with an inner bout of congratulations. The lathered up areas were entirely numb.
"Like I said, you'll feel a bit of discomfort. It'll feel more odd than anything, and perhaps mildly warm." Philemon prodded her mouth open until it was wide enough to offer him a clear view of both the upper jaw and lower.
Since the incantation used had no time limit ingrained in the charm, it would depend on him to decide when the teeth were fully straightened. Of course, should he mess up horribly, to reverse the process was remarkably simple. Slightly painful, but still simple.
He pulled out his wand. "Okay then. I need you to keep your mouth nice and open for me, and before you know it, your teeth will be straightened and your braces needed no longer. Okay? Okay."
Without further preamble, Philemon made a quick swish with his wand and said the charm. "Dens Derigo!"
Immediately, the teeth began their reallignment. The back molars shifted appropriately to allow room for the slightly curved bicuspids which allowed the cuspids to space themselves evenly which allowed the slanted outward incisors to bend back toward the mouth. When the teeth seemed to have finished their movement, he finished off the charm with another swish.
Smiling brightly, Philemon called a quick 'accio' for a mirror and held it up so that Sorrel could view her practically brand new set of teeth. There would be a very different sort of smile for the girl now, what with having each tooth in its appropriate spot.
"There you go, Miss Craven. One brand new set of teeth just as ordered."\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
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How about I turn your teeth pink? Play fair then?
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