Puck Whitaker

Blind Panic

11 posts in this topic

Out Of Character Form: (Your character is NOT filling this out) PLEASE USE THIS FORM SERIOUSLY IF YOU'RE RPING WITH US.
Patient Name, House & Year:
Puck Whitaker
Ravenclaw Fifth Year
Gender: Female
Blood Type & Species: Halfblood Human
Allergies: Dittany, Mandrake, Bubotuber
Have you been treated in the wing before? Yes

What Term/Week does this RP take place: Term 1 Week 4 (Continued from here)
Time of Day Not sure
Damage Location: Eyes, spirit/psyche
Damage type: Blindness, panic/cowering/fear
Summarize: Puck walked into Potions class to be blinded by the Professor. Because she was blinded during the attacks in her first year, and it wasn't just her that was being blinded in the situation, she jumped to the conclusion that the school is under attack again. Blindness is also one of her worst fears now.
Other: Rapid breathing, dizziness, hypervigilance, sensitivity to sound, urgency <3


-----------------------------------------------------------

Shaking with dizziness and fear, Puck listened for any sign of struggle on the other side of the Hospital Wing doors. She was there to get help, not to become incapacitated by another round of attacks. When she heard nothing suspicious she courageously pushed the doors open, having successfully counted her steps to their location.

"AJ'S MOM! THEY ARE IN THE DUNGEONS! HELP!" The young teen cried out uncharacteristically, tears running down her face.

Her robes trembled around her, shaken by the hands that were gripping the fabric tightly.


Edited by Puck Whitaker

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Hi Puck, sorry to have kept you waiting a little bit!

 

Gwendoline had been going about the Hospital Wing, bored out of her mind as she counted their current stock of bandages. Unless Euphemia or Tarquin were present, she found it all to be dull... Ironic, really, given she'd never thought she needed people to liven a place up. Nonetheless, she was practically counting the hours down until her shift ended, straightening the badges pinned to her robes when...

 

She turned, in shock. Absolute shock, her eyes practically bulging out of her head as she surveyed her mentee, of whom she could never recall hearing speak.

 

But there wasn't time to revel in it, Puck was far too distressed for any momentary jokes. It was becoming clear that it was serious.

 

"Puck, it's Gwen.." she tried to speak calmly, taking out the usual snark that tended to hang on to each syllable. "I want you to tell me what's happening, so I can help you," she stepped forward, slowly, given the state of distress. "Are you... okay?" she frowned. The thought of her mentee not being okay almost caused her just as much distress, a feeling that was largely foreign to the older girl.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Aurora had been laying on the couch in her office, curtains drawn shut, enclosing her in near total darkness. Shoes kicked off, comfortable pillow under her head, she dozed comfortably with very little to disturb the silence in the room, save for Sparky, who had decided that this was the perfect moment to be wide awake. Eventually the crup would settle down, so she ignored him.

 

She was well on her way to falling asleep when she heard a commotion out in the main part of the Hospital Wing. Of course, she was on her feet in an instant, shoes forgotten as she ran for the door and yanked it open. She came towards Puck, who had bitten Aurora all those years ago. Literally.

 

The healer came up alongside Gwen and placed a hand on her shoulder, a gesture that said let me. "Puck, it's Madam VonHaus. Talk to me. What happened?"

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

The teenaged girl stared blindly ahead, head twitching to the side once upon hearing a footstep in front of her that had her mirroring a step back and raising her hands. Upon hearing the older healer's voice Puck sank to the floor in tears, "I can't see," she whispered helplessly, her body racked with another sob. Why was this happening?

 

Contact with the floor made her realize just how cold she was, her body responding with a violent chill resolving into shivers. Her head jerks from side to side in sudden movements with every little sound.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Oh Puck, Aurora thought to herself as she reached out to touch the young Ravenclaw, hand coming to cradle her jaw. Huh, well, it seemed like Aura had found herself a new swear word replacement. "Don't bite me, please," she said with a slight grin, though her patient could obviously not see it or take comfort in it.

 

"Being blind can be quite terrifying -- believe me, I've been there." And in a much more permanent way when she was a teenager. She moved to sit down next to the young woman and with a hand under her chin, Aurora angled Puck's head towards her. "Let me take a look here," she murmured as she looked closely at Puck's pupils.

 

"Take a breath," she instructed, "and tell me who is in the dungeons, Puck?"

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

The teenager jerked away from the hand touching her jaw, but the hand followed with her, and a gentle voice calmly asked her not to bite... which she was about to do. She didn't like people touching her, and she really didn't like people touching her face. But this was a healer and healers needed to touch people to fix things.

Puck needed this fixed. So she didn't bite. And she didn't pull away.

Allowing her face to be touched and head to be angled, even allowing someone in such close proximity, was creating a lot of tension and she started shaking again.

"Deatheaters," she whispered, barely audible as her eyes clenched shut.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Aurora raised an eyebrow at the young girl, even though she couldn't see it. Oh, right. She could fix that, rather instantaneously. It would also be a tell-tale sign of whether Puck was attacked by a Death Eater or not. She tapped the girl's head with her wand and muttered Finite. "Not a curse," she said as a matter of factly. "This wasn't cast by a Death Eater."

 

One of the things that needed to be relied upon was Aurora's ability to sort out the false accusations and the legitimate ones. While Puck certainly wasn't meaning to cry foul, she needed to help the girl arrive at the right conclusion.

 

"The mind can play tricks on people, so... walk me through what happened. Where were you exactly?"

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

The Ravenclaw inhaled sharply at the tapping of wood on her scalp, flinching imperceptibly as she struggled to hold her ground rather than run full speed from every living soul she encountered. She'd been counting her steps wherever she went since she'd first arrived at Hogwarts, noting how many paces long each corridor was, starting over at turns, humming the rhythms and patterns like rather complex pieces of music. It wouldn't be an easy task, but she could most certainly walk the halls blindfolded and maintain some viable level of orientation.

But not without the fear that would accompany such a vulnerability.

"Dungeons," she whispered, her eyes blinking open for only brief periods at a time, looking anywhere but at the Healer's face.  It was humiliating, to be so very afraid when there was apparently no immediate danger, but she also couldn't shake the sudden rush of adrenaline that came with pure terror and vivid memories. She hadn't seen the majority of the carnage or the werewolf that had tried to eat her and her friends, but she had smelled it, heard it's growling and gnashing teeth, felt its hot breath and the jarring bulk of it as it splintered wood and bent door hinges--

She wish she had her pensieve, that she could simply place the tip  of her wand to her temple and pull the memories from her mind.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Aurora sighed gently as she sat there next to the young woman. Puck was a far cry from the little girl who had bit her and tried to infect her with Spattergroit. That had been an awful year, and a young Hufflepuff had met her untimely end. Even Aurora's emotions were still so raw at the memory of it all, and she could remember quite vividly how her own traumas caused her to see evil around every corner. What this poor girl must be going through right now, well, Aurora understood it quite well.

 

"Dungeons, huh?" she inquired with a nod of her head. Now that Puck at her eyesight back, she did not need to stay in the Hospital Wing for any further treatment, but she couldn't bear to let the girl go like this. Things were unsettled, uncertain. For as much as she could try to suggest otherwise, for as much as she didn't want to believe what Puck was saying, it needed to be investigated. "You were...." she tried to remember the timetables the students had. Fortunately, it was easy to figure out which class would have been held down there. "On your way to potions.

 

"Okay. I want you to come on to my office." Aurora hopped off the bed and led the way to her office. She opened the door for the girl, and gestured for her to make herself comfortable. "There's treats, help yourself. I'm going to go down to the dungeons." She wanted the girl to know that her claim was at least going to be taken seriously. "Do not leave here until I come back, understand?"

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Puck's eyes flickered upward at the Healer's sigh, then towards the door, then back at the smooth, hard floor. She nodded along to the timeline head jerking up and down. She was cold and hungry and suddenly very very tired now that she knew she wasn't in immediate danger. The Healer was a highly competent adult that would totally kick a-- would be able to protect her. 

Except she wanted to leave? Um no? 

The fifth year looked up sharply at the suggestion, temporarily ignoring the buffet of warm beverage and tasty treats. That would not do. But she didn't want to ask the witch to stay. She shivered, clenching her fists against the cold. How was anyone supposed to think when it was freezing in this horrid Hospital Wing? Lacking immediate heating options, Puck moved forward and wrapped her arms around Madam Braelin-VonHaus. 
Body heat definitely helped-- but almost immediately after engaging in  the hug she tensed up.

Temperature problem: resolved. 
Social problems: multiplied.   

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Before Aurora could turn to leave, Puck's arms had suddenly wrapped around her. In a way, it was startling, and completely unexpected. She looked down at the head of hair, unsure of what to do in that moment. It was a well known fact that Puck did not appreciate contact of any kind. Decided, the healer released her own tension that came with this contact between them and gave into her maternal instincts and wrapped her arms around the Ravenclaw. She knew in that moment, she wasn't going anywhere.

 

"Bruce," she said, looking at the man sitting at his own desk on the other side of the room, "would you mind gathering some Professors and doing a patrol of the dungeons?" Her tone did not offer him any choice.

 

He slipped by them, and Aurora's hand came up to the back of Puck's head, comfortingly. "It's okay. You're okay," she promised. "I won't let anything happen to you. Trust me on that." She wasn't going anywhere now. "Come on. Let's sit on the couch, hmm? You can tell me everything while we wait for Mister Sykes to come back."

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites