Nicolas Wolfe, Medic
October 01, 2006 11:13 PM
You Near Exhaust Me by Nicolas Wolfe, Medic
Wolfe found himself pacing in front of wooden bench situated nicely under an arbor of some leafy foliage he had failed to notice. It had been an obliging enough place to sit, but with circumstances such as these Nic felt more like a caged animal than one of Germany’s top medics. She was coming to Sonora.She had found him, or more specifically her minions had found him. How his fiancée managed to hire such thorough investigators was beyond his wizarding knowledge. The ultimatum had been delivered the previous night. He two weeks before she would travel to collect him via port key.
His mother, the Wolfe matriarch, would not save him. In fact, she fully supported his betrothed’s plans. How had the power shifted since his father disappeared mysteriously five years before. Nic’s mother had spent a fortune improving her only child’s mind, and now sought to increase the family fortune in other ways. Specifically, she wanted to have a grandson connected to any kind of royalty. The betrothal wasn’t his idea either; the two harpies had it drafted during his time at Cambridge.
In short, Nic was very, very desperate for ideas and quickly running out of time.\n\n
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Nicolas Wolfe, Medic
You Near Exhaust Me
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Amy Fox
October 04, 2006 4:58 PM
Well, you bore me. We're even. by Amy Fox
Sonora Academy was a fun-sucker. Having been at the school for over a year and a half, most would have thought she would have come to adjust to things. Life at Sonora was quite a bit slower than she was used to. As a Heliopath, her life had been refreshingly hectic, flying from practice, to games, to events, to parties. She had lived on the edge and had the time of her life.Now, she found herself gripping onto an unseen edge, fighting to adjust to the lull. It was driving her insane. She missed the parties. She missed falling into bed at dawn fully clothed, only to wake a handful of hours later in order to run to practice. She missed the life.
Sonora was a fun-sucker and she was going insane.
Huffing deeply, Amy whipped through the gardens, losing herself in the rapidity of her pace. Her only source of entertainment of late had been bothering the stuffy medic. He was so uptight that she found it amusing.
A big stick in the mud, she thought wryly as she whipped around another corner.
Mud. She missed the feeling of mud squishing beneath her boots during especially rough matches. Having been in Florida, she had at times played in hurricane-like weather, fighting desperately to see a mere foot ahead of her. Those games had been the most exciting, the most thrilling because they were the most unpredictable. She never knew what would happen next.
She had only had three years. Three exhilarating years that had been torn from her by a bunch of idiotic wimps. She was good at Quidditch. Scratch that, she was fan-freaking-tastic at Quiddich and they had gotten rid of her because she was an- How had they put it?- unnecessary risk.
"Unnecessary risk my..." Whipping around yet another corner, Amy paused mid-phrase in bemusement. Nic "The Dullard" Wolfe was pacing just a few yards away. A smirk slowly formed on her face and she topped mid-stride.
"Years from now they're going to have a plaque there you know," she stated loudly, hoping to catch his attention. "It's going to be right over that little trail you're diggin' while you pace. It'll say something like 'Warning: Avoid falling into trench.'
"And some unsuspecting kid will miss said plaque and fall in and it'll be all your fault."\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
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Amy Fox
Well, you bore me. We're even.
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Nicolas Augustine Wolfe, Medic
October 12, 2006 4:35 PM
Not on your life by Nicolas Augustine Wolfe, Medic
"Years from now they're going to have a plaque there you know," she stated loudly, hoping to catch his attention. "It's going to be right over that little trail you're diggin' while you pace. It'll say something like 'Warning: Avoid falling into trench.'Nicolas started slightly at the sound of a familiar, grating voice addressing him. He had lost his train of thought, so it was pointless to continue pacing.
"And some unsuspecting kid will miss said plaque and fall in and it'll be all your fault."
Wolfe turned toward the voice and raised an eyebrow at the Flying Instructor.
"Then I believe they will have to rope off the entire pitch where you practice, Miss Fox, for fear that your bad luck and poor taste will be transferred to any who walk on it." He sneered at the woman.
She was a walking disaster in his opinion. Her loud and uncouth ways made him cringe. Her lack of manners astounded and disgusted him. His mother would have locked her away only allowing the girl to leave the house to go to Sunday service. He was surprised her family had ever let her out in public, much less let her join a professional Quidditch team.
"Is there not somewhere else you could be? I do not have time to deal with your total lack of manners." He grumbled under his breath hoping the witch would not catch the word 'Americans', 'savage', or 'uncouth'.
And where was that blasted Jarvey? It would be his luck to find himself attached to the most fowl-mouthed of magical creatures. The Madame Wolfe could not stand the beast. It had to remain shut away in his suite whenever he was home. How he wished the over-grown ferret would offer him some sort of distraction so he could make his escape from the witch in front of him.\n\n
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Nicolas Augustine Wolfe, Medic
Not on your life
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Foxy
October 12, 2006 11:20 PM
Low blow, Wolfey. Low blow. Ouch. by Foxy
"Bad luck and poor taste?" Amy snorted, eyebrows arching into her hairline with amusement. "Oh, that was a low blow, Wolfey. Really low. I feel my heart breaking and the earth crumbling around me. Oh. Whoa. Is. Me." Strong emphasizing the last words, Amy placed a hand to her forehead and faked a swoon.He really was such a stick in the mud. Boring. Dull. Stodgy. What a loser!
"See you really can't compare my pitch to the gardens, you know. It just doesn't work that way. While being on a Quidditch pitch rather implies that there is going to be danger involved- and that people should either get out of the way or duck, the gardens are supposed to be serene and safe. Your pacing certainly messes up both." Smirking, Amy moved closer at a leisurely pace.
"Is there not somewhere I should be?" Amy mocked. "Wolfey, you really need to employ the use of contractions. They're this really great device. It might help remove that rather large stick you have up your..." Amy trailed off, coughing. How was it that he could annoy her so much and yet amuse her to no end? He pushed her buttons and was so terribly formal that she wanted to deck him- knock him upside the head until he became a normal human being.
"And I never try to give off the impression of having manners, like some people. I thought manners implied that you were supposed to be courteous and polite. Doesn't seem to me like you're being either right now." Pausing, Amy stood with her arms akimbo.
She knew she must look somewhat of a sight, having thrown her hair up into a half-hazard ponytail. She frowned in agitation as a rather large portion of her hair slid from the confines of the rubber band holding her hair up. It fell with almost a relish into her face and she puffed slightly, trying to get it out of the way. Returning her attention, she looked at the man before her as he mumbled a few choice words that she assumed were about her.
"You know, Wolfey. You really need to lighten up. Drop the formality; it doesn't get you anywhere, I promise. It just sucks ya up and then all you are is this boring stick in the mud." A grin quirked at her lips a moment later as she added, "Although, it is fun making fun of you."\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
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Foxy
Low blow, Wolfey. Low blow. Ouch.
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Master Paul Simon Tellerman
October 19, 2006 10:57 AM
I have bandaids - do you want Star Wars or Disney? by Master Paul Simon Tellerman
Simon was two rows of hedges over, instructing a team of elves to trim the maze walls into clean lines instead of the plant-like masses they were currently growing into, when he heard the sounds of what might have been an agrument starting up. At any rate, the two people certainly didn't sound happy with each other, and Kiva had apparently stopped a duel between a couple of kids out here not all that long ago.They didn't sound like kids, but it could be a couple of seventh years, so he felt like he probably ought to check it out. Telling the elves to keep at it and that he'd be right back, he navigated the maze to get over to the two people as quickly as he could. On the way he patted himself down, trying to locate his wand, just in case he'd need it to keep the argument from escalating to a fight, either magical or physical. He wondered if maybe he ought to go fetch a more qualified teacher instead of taking care of this himself, but decided time was of the essence and he could handle it.
He was therefore rather shocked to come around a hedge and find not two seventh years, but two staff members snipping at each other. He hadn't yet located his wand, but it no longer seemed neccessary to find it. He let his hands fall to his sides, and wiped them against his blue jeans in vain effort to get them cleaner. He'd been planting flowers earlier and both jeans and hands were filthy so this was doomed to failure.
He cleared his throat, and wondered belatedly if maybe he should have found his wand to transfigure his clothes to something cleaner before drawing attention to himself. His "Kiss Me I'm Irish" t-shirt wasn't exactly something he would have worn to the staff table, either, though admittedly, that was because he wasn't Irish and he wouldn't want to get kissed on false pretenses. That wouldn't set a good example for the kids.
He ran a hand through his normally blond hair (which, unbeknownst to him, was now more of a dirt-brown from previous such swipes) to get it out of his eyes. In the process, he dislodged a stick from behind his ear, which he fumbled and caught and discovered to be his wand. Ah, good, he hadn't planted it in the flower bed, then, as he'd been starting to fear. He tucked it back behind his ear so he'd be able to find it again later.
He wasn't entirely sure what he was supposed to do with the situation besides let them know they weren't alone anymore. He hadn't really caught any of what they were actually saying as they were more snapping at each other than raising their voices. He decided to go for a neutral, "There a problem here?"
Pointing out that any of the students could happen upon them and what kind of example would that set, seemed sort of high-handed and was more likely to set them both on him rather than diffuse the situation. As many illusions as he had about his status over the elves, he was still fully aware that, to the other staff members, he was just the groundskeeper. Especially in his current costume.
He brushed his hands on his jeans again, with no more effect than before.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
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Master Paul Simon Tellerman
I have bandaids - do you want Star Wars or Disney?
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Amy Fox
October 19, 2006 3:42 PM
Hmmm...Disney. by Amy Fox
She had expected a clipped retort emphasizing her base qualities. As patience had never been a strong point of character, Amy was practically bursting from all corners waiting for Wolfe’s retort. The retort- it seemed- was to be delayed as someone approached. A new voice came from behind, causing Amy to nearly jump out of her skin. She had been so intent on waiting for Wolfe’s response that she had failed to hear the newcomer approach.Fumbling with her wand, Amy whipped around quickly, her eyes flashing. This…this intruder had interrupted the blasted conversation! Once her eyes set upon the person, however, Amy’s murderous glare turned into a slightly quirked smile. Simon. He was one of the few professors that she could stomach through one sitting.
Staying silent for a moment, Amy tried to recall what he had asked. Running a hand through her disheveled hair, Amy paused, waiting for the question to come back to her. Something about a problem… she thought, trailing off. Oh! What was the problem.
Grinning maliciously, Amy pointed over her shoulder in the general direction of Wolfe as she began to respond, “Hey Simon. I was just pointing out to Wolfey, over there, that his pacing was harming the wildlife, and potential students in the future, as I’m sure that he’s creating a trench in the ground over there. Can’t you imagine it? Some unsuspecting kid walking along and falling into that trench years down the road? I merely told him that he needed to stop and he started attacking my character.” Giving an overly dramatic sniff, Amy continued, “Said I had a total lack of manners and that I was wasting his time. Rude, huh?”
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Amy Fox
Hmmm...Disney.
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Simon
October 19, 2006 5:39 PM
Alright, I've got Cinderella and Mushu by Simon
The problem, Simon realized belatedly, with asking what the problem was, was that they'd tell you. And how exactly was it that he'd been made peacekeeper? Where were Kiva and Bulla when you needed them?Then again, this was Amy Fox. She could probably pick a fight with a rock if it was shaped wrong. Simon liked her.
The other one, he recognized as the medic, who had a name from literature, but what it was, Simon couldn't recall. He hadn't had a lot of interaction with the medic.
Focusing on Amy's words, he managed to gather that the medic's name was Wolfe, which he should have been able to remember, and that they were trading insults with no real provocation either way. He wondered briefly if they were either (a) dating, (b) post-dating, now ex-es, or (c) going to date.
The thought made him smirk. "Did he pull your pigtails, too? Maybe he likes you." \n\n
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Alright, I've got Cinderella and Mushu
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Nic Wolfe, Medic
October 22, 2006 11:22 AM
Hardly Cinderella by Nic Wolfe, Medic
"You know, Wolfey. You really need to lighten up. Drop the formality; it doesn't get you anywhere, I promise. It just sucks ya up and then all you are is this boring stick in the mud. Although, it is fun making fun of you."She was baiting him, and Nic knew it. Fox was the most provoking, uncouth monster of a woman he had ever met. She was reasonably attractive, but as soon as she opened her mouth she ruined any thoughts of beauty or grace she might otherwise have inspired.
"There a problem here?" Wolfe observed the newcomer. The dirt covering the wizard was rather alarming, but more so was the ‘Kiss Me I’m Irish’ shirt the man wore. He inclined his head slightly after the wizard spoke. Wolfe knew better than to show weakness when facing a person whom he was so wholly unconnected with.
“Hey Simon. I was just pointing out to Wolfey, over there, that his pacing was harming the wildlife, and potential students in the future, as I’m sure that he’s creating a trench in the ground over there. Can’t you imagine it? Some unsuspecting kid walking along and falling into that trench years down the road? I merely told him that he needed to stop and he started attacking my character. Said I had a total lack of manners and that I was wasting his time. Rude, huh?”
As her little speech progressed Wolfe felt his face heat with indignation. The little harpy was twisting things so that she appeared innocent, something Nic was fairly sure she had never had been even as a child.
"Did he pull your pigtails, too? Maybe he likes you."
Nic choked a bit at the reply the wizard offered in response to Amy’s barbs. He most certainly did NOT fancy any witch who delighted in tormenting him. He was not sure where the newcomer stood when it came to dealing with the harpy. It appeared that a truce was in place between the two. How had the dirt covered groundskeeper managed to fend of the relentless attacks to his personal character when Nic had failed?
“He most certainly does not,” he managed to grind out hoping his voice was steadier than the one inside his head. Wolfe could feel the tips of his ears burning with indignation. He needed to get away from this woman as fast as he could before something drastic happened.
Instead, Wolfe bowed slightly to the wizard. “I’ve seen you around, but had yet to have the good fortune to make your acquaintance. He straightened quickly eyeing the witch. He wouldn’t put it past her to kick him from where she stood while he was talking to the wizard. He should keep and eye on her wand. Fox would hex him as soon as she got the chance, the Yank. \n\n
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Nic Wolfe, Medic
Hardly Cinderella
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Simon Tellerman, Master of the Grounds
October 22, 2006 8:44 PM
Must be after midnight by Simon Tellerman, Master of the Grounds
Simon tipped an imaginary hat at Wolfe after he made his expected denials and pointed out that they had not formally met. "Paul Simon Tellerman, but most everyone calls me Simon," he introduced himself. He held up his right hand to demonstrate that the dirt was pretty well embedded into the the folds of his skin. "I'd offer my hand, but I don't think you want to disinfect yourself afterwards."Looking towards Amy, he added, "He seems perfectly polite to me. You sure you got the right definition of 'rude'?" He grinned flirtingly and shrugged as he inclined his head back Wolfe's way, "Or is he just playing me to make you seem disagreeable?" He made it sound like it was absurd to think anyone could ever consider such a thing, though it was hardly the worst thing anybody could call the Quidditch coach.
He switched his grin over to Wolfe again. "Glad to hear you're not courting her. I'd hate to have the competition." So far he hadn't been decked for flirting with her, so he counted it the key to his success in keeping out of her bad graces. Besides which, Simon wasn't entirely sure how not to flirt with ladies as good-looking as Fox was.\n\n
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Simon Tellerman, Master of the Grounds
Must be after midnight
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Amy Fox
October 23, 2006 4:28 PM
*groans* You two. And Mushu please. by Amy Fox
"Did he pull your pigtails, too? Maybe he likes you."Of all the responses Amy had been expecting, and- to be sure- quite a few had been running through her mind, that had not been one of them. Wolfe having a crush on her? Now that was a joke. She doubted he was even inclined toward liking females, and especially not one like her.
Sputtering in indignation, Amy's hands clenched into fists as her eyes narrowed dangerously. How was it that two...guys could perturb her so easily? Two guys that were practically opposites, foils, in truth: Wolfe with his stodgy condescension and Simon with his carefree ease.
She opened her mouth in retort, only to be interrupted by Mr. Mind-Numbing Bore himself. “He most certainly does not.” Another unwanted surge of annoyance flowed through her as her head whipped around, her gaze firmly settling on Wolfe. Of course she had absolutely no interest in Wolfe whatsoever, but he needn’t be quite so rude about it. She wasn’t that horrible, really.
Taking a deep breath, Amy closed her eyes as she tried to find some way to center herself. She vaguely remembered someone mentioning that rubbing your ears while repeating the phrase “woosah” helped, but she now wasn’t the most appropriate of times to test that theory. Less than a moment later (she really needed to learn to work on her patience), she reopened her eyes and opened her mouth to speak again…only to be cut off once more.
Glaring at Wolfe, she waited as he stumbled through some snobby form of an introduction. Rolling her eyes, she turned back to Simon, waiting for him to introduce himself as well. Patience. Woosah. Woo-sah. Breathing in deeply, Amy attempted to speak once again, only to have Simon begin to speak.
"He seems perfectly polite to me. You sure you got the right definition of 'rude'? Or is he just playing me to make you seem disagreeable?"
“He’s…” she started to respond, only to have her jaw drop to the ground with Simon’s next comment. Against her will, heat crept up the back of her neck and into the tips of her ears. Of course, she had heard comments much lewder in comparison during her Quidditch days, but it had been almost three years since she had heard anything of the sort. And, truth be told, the comments during her Quidditch career had been few and far between as guys had generally been frightened of her, not attracted.
Recovering, Amy rolled her eyes at Simon. “He’s just trying to make me seem disagreeable. I swear. He says that I’m uncouth and uncivilized. And who would ever dream of dating a stupefyingly dull person like him? Really.” Grinning broadly, Amy stood in silence for a moment, letting the other comment hang in the air. Buffing her nails on the back of her robe, she eventually played off Simon’s comment with cool and collected air. “Oh yeah, and who says you’re my type either, Si?”
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Amy Fox
*groans* You two. And Mushu please.
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Amy Fox
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Si - I don't know, it seems too short
October 24, 2006 1:52 PM
One small dragon bandaid coming right up by Si - I don't know, it seems too short
"I believe you," Simon lied earnestly. He had very little doubt that whatever friction was going on between the two staff members, it was at least half Fox's fault if not mostly her fault. He just wasn't quite brave enough to let on what his true opinion of the matter was. Besides, what was the point of a college degree in the performing arts if you couldn't lie convinicingly?He was not going to touch the question of who would date a boring guy. This was in part because he couldn't figure out how to answer it without either calling Amy a liar or agreeing that Wolfe was boring. The other reason he wasn't going anywhere near that question was because he didn't know if Wolfe had heard enough about Simon to know that any flirting he did was strictly that: flirting. It didn't matter so much with girls, they could generally handle it, but guys often took it so personally.
Fortunately, Amy asked another question that made it easy to overlook the one that was probably rhetorical anyway. He grinned and sketched out an elaborate bow for her that would have looked better in costume but was still nothing to be ashamed of, "Well, my lady, I can honestly tell you that I am not boring."\n\n
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Si - I don't know, it seems too short
One small dragon bandaid coming right up
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Si - I don't know, it seems too short
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Wolfe, Medic
October 30, 2006 11:11 PM
And perhaps a CAT scan by Wolfe, Medic
Wolfe was growing restless. Fox vexed him more than he cared to admit, and this Simon fellow was proving to be just the kind of man Nic could not stand for long periods of time. Easy-going, casual people made the young medic nervous. He imagined that Fox and the groundskeeper were plotting against him. Wolfe had been on the receiving end of far too many practical jokes during his brief time in boarding school. The result was a slight paranoia when facing people he was unfamiliar with."Well, my lady, I can honestly tell you that I am not boring."
Nic choked back a snort. 'Some lady. If that one's a lady then I'm Hitler's love child.'
"Boring you may not be, but I doubt your sanity now. Shall I schedule an appointment for a psych evaluation later this week?" He was only half joking. If this Simon character thought Fox's behavior and antics normal, then he was definitely out of touch with reality.\n\n
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Wolfe, Medic
And perhaps a CAT scan
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Amy Fox
October 31, 2006 1:29 PM
See what I mean? *sniffles* by Amy Fox
Rolling her eyes, Amy smiled good-naturedly at Simon's response. Boring he most definitely was not. In fact, Simon seemed to be quite the opposite. Shaking her head, Amy pushed another lock of hair behind her ear. Simon seemed to be rather easy going. He was also a constant flirt."True," she remarked. She was just about to offer another witty retort when Wolfe obviously felt the need to offer his own comment. Or two. Or three.
Huffing in agitation, Amy listened as Wolfe once again made pointed jibes at her. So a person had to be insane to be attracted to her? Well, a person had to be a dull-witted twit to ever be interested in a jerk like him. Eyes narrowing, she bit the inside of her lip to keep from making a nasty retort.
"Sanity is overrated," she finally muttered. "Especially when you define it by society's norms instead of by reasonable standards." Pausing, she waited for the shock to register. "Oh, I'm sure it surprises you that I actually have a brain that works and all. Like I said though..." She shrugged her shoulders. "...it sucks you in and then you turn into, well, you." She laughed hollowly, reaching back to pull the elastic band from her hair. Pulling it to the top of her head, she expertly wrapped it once more into a muddled form of a bun.
Turning to Simon, she dropped her hands and winked. "See what I mean?" she asked. "Rude, I tell you." \n\n
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Amy Fox
See what I mean? *sniffles*
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Wolfe, Medic
November 04, 2006 10:26 PM
This will not do by Wolfe, Medic
"Sanity is overrated. Especially when you define it by society's norms instead of by reasonable standards. Oh, I'm sure it surprises you that I actually have a brain that works and all. Like I said though, it sucks you in and then you turn into, well, you. See what I mean? Rude, I tell you." She finished her speech finally and it was all Nic could do to keep his composure.She really had no cause to be so rude. He was never rude and yet she sorely tempted him to say things that would make his grandmother turn over in her grave. Fox was pretty in a rough sort of way, but any charm she might have had was ruined when she opened her mouth. Why was it then that his eyes continually were drawn to it?
"If you have nothing further to say to me, then I will take my leave." He bowed stiffly to both Fox and Simon the Groundskeeper. Let them continue their flirtation without him. He could not stand the thought of seeing more than he should. The open flirtation those two exhibited unsettled the medic more than he was willing to show. Hastily, Wolfe brushed past Amy and Simon heading back to his hospital wing.\n\n
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Wolfe, Medic
This will not do
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