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[supercilious]

Who: EVERYONE.
When: May 11 - 14.
Where: All purpose district 1 & 2, the carnival.
Format: WHICHEVER.
What: THE TOURNEY.
Warnings: Will be individually marked if necessary

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Ye Extra Fun & Festive FIRST AID TENT

[lumenrelegandus]

[Appears unmanned, but once anyone steps inside, ye olde alarm charm will chime wherever Lupin is, and cue him to Apparate there at once. Verily.]

Miranda comes to help man it

[exorcizetime]

Is there anything you need me to do right now, Mr. Lupin?

Because she's a sweetie!

[lumenrelegandus]

[hopefully they won't be needed at all; meantime, he wants her to go and enjoy the faire, but also knows and empathises with how much she wants to be useful]

Nothing yet, Miranda. Keep your forge on, we'll check in.

Why don't you keep an eye on some of the events? I suspect we'll be working against adrenaline today-people who won't want to stop playing long enough to realise they need to.

[exorcizetime]

Okay, I will.

[And with a shy smile she goes off to have fun. Or as much fun as an awkward turtle can have.]

BOTHER BOTHER. ' 3'

[thenobledie]

[some time after her jousting match with isley (most unfair match ever but she had fun, goodness), shirley ducks into the first aid tent. she isn't particularly injured - bruising, for certain, but now that her annoyance over the clinic has subsided, it's a bit back to old ways. lucky you, lupin.

she is removing her armor by the time lupin arrives in order to roll her right shoulder properly. jousting lances, they're really heavy!]

YAY!

[lumenrelegandus]

[though she might electrocute him for doing so, Lupin steps forward and takes the last piece of armour out of her right hand to relieve her arm.]

Hullo, Shirley.

❤!

[thenobledie]

[she tends to only flay people for touching her dragoon stone, as it were - which she is wearing on a chain for the tourney. it's been...some time since she wore it so openly, but she likes it.]

Remus.

[and rolling her shoulder.]

Have you been busy?

That's a much prettier heart than I can make! /applauds/

[lumenrelegandus]

Not as much as I feared, today.

If you mean at large… [smile] today's been my most restful in a while.

Yourself?

i use the ancient wisdom of copy and paste.

[thenobledie]

[something good to hear! she is still a little curious about the sleeping potion and healing mixture, but it's something to keep in her back pocket for a patient that has sleep troubles in the clinic.]

The curious have kept me busy, yes. Today has been quite relaxing, though.

[...the fact she finds nearly getting crushed relaxing: CONCERNING. especially since she has such a small bone structure.]

❤ Huh!

[lumenrelegandus]

[raises an eyebrow]

Haven't you been in combat all day?

[sets aside her discarded armour and indicates her shoulder]

Would you like any help with that?

[Hadn't realised the thought before, but is curious to know whether or not she can heal herself as well as others. Or ever requires healing.]

ta da! B)

[thenobledie]

It was one match - [and a pause in the nursing of her shoulder.] It's fine.

[she can do nifty tricks about that! ...she should use them on isley; remus probably needs all of his health. but oh, well. finding a place to sit.]

^_^

[lumenrelegandus]

[he waves a hand. From across the room, a chair slides quietly over to meet her.]

[thenobledie]

[...huh. she finds your magic totally useful, lupin.]

Thank you.

[she sits and starts untying her boots, not looking at him and being a total priss about it.]

Nymphadora visited me.

[lumenrelegandus]

[He takes his wand from his pocket and casts scourgify on her armour. She's easily and instantly one-upped his decision to do magic openly in front of her; might as well continue making it no big deal. Knowing she can hear his heart stop somehow makes it easier to remain outwardly calm.]

I hope you didn't call her that.

[thenobledie]

No.

[she will, though; nymphadora is a fun name to say!]

[lumenrelegandus]

[finishes cleaning the armour. Returns his wand to his inner pocket. Turns to face Shirley again, half-perching against a supply cabinet, hands braced on either side of himself, so his shoulders hunch; waiting for the other shoe.]