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Spencer ☆ Fifth Year ☆ Spencer Quidditch Team Seeker, Pro WrestlerKirupachi
15 year old Halfblood Human ☆ She/Her

The longer that excruciatingly annoying day went on, the more Amber became convinced that Harvey the Creepy Bastard was an escape artist. She had lost sight of the pygmy puff more than once (quite humiliating for a Seeker!) - how could such a small, slow little fur ball be so crafty? That final time, she had lost the little animal near the exit of Tallygarunga. After extensive search, she found the creature in the Murrigal Bushland - atop a tree, no less, perched on a branch with its little beady eyes trained on the Spencer.

"Is this an April Fool's joke outta season or somethin'...?" Samantha owed her big time for 'looking after' Harvey, she thought. As usual, there wasn't even so much of a squeak or twitch from the creature as she confronted it from ground level; and thus, she was faced with the task of having to go up to bring it to safety. Agile as she was, climbing the tree was no issue, nor was balancing herself on the branch. The challenge was not to make her prey jump off and escape after such a tiresome search.

"I promise I'll feed you your bugs if you stay put, okay?" She called out to Harvey in a low tone as she crouched on the branch, inching closer and closer to it over time. The creature didn't move still, looking at her in the same blank manner as it always did. However, just as Amber was about to grasp its fuzzy body, it finally made its play and deliberately jumped off of the branch.

"No!" The Spencer instinctively dropped down as well, fearing for its safety and taking a hold of it in mid air; though, it wasn't meant to go well, as her concern for Harvey's well being made her neglect her own. She didn't have time to fall properly as she held the pygmy puff up during the fall, and ended up crashing down onto the ground, free arm caught between the grass and her own body. She could practically hear her humerus crack upon impact, which made her cry out with the pain. Her body jolted with the sudden agony, causing Harvey to jump off of her head and land on the beanie-covered head triumphantly.

"God damn it!" The girl hissed through gritted teeth as she pressed her forehead to the ground in a vain attempt of making the pain lessen, gripping the limb on reflex and inadvertently making it worse.

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Sturt ☆ Fifth Year ★ Sadrienne
16 year old Halfblood Sorceraic ☆ She/Her

Lauren loved the bushlands. She loved that eucalyptus smell, the crunch of twigs and leaves beneath bare feet, loved sitting on the highest branches of the oldest trees and observing everything below as if she were queen of the ants. With her magic cut off, she could no longer easily make it to those high places, but wandering among the trees still brought her back to that sense of freedom that she so terribly missed. Having a family was good and all, but they tended to expect things of her. Like being at home for dinner, going to bed at a particular hour, attending classes and generally maintaining a schedule that was not on her own terms. Unless there were particular tasks to be done, Lillian had merely expected that she keep her watch in whatever way Lauren saw fit. This change still felt so claustrophobic by comparison.

At least she had this. The bush. She walked with her shoes slung over her shoulder, tied together by the laces. The girl who was always so perfectly presented in classes and about the school, looked more like a wild child in her long-sleeved white dress, muddied feet and ash-brown curls blowing about in the wind. The whisper around the school was that Lauren didn't even know what dirt was, much less had ever seen it. Those same whispers assumed that she was adverse to working hard, would crumble at difficult decisions, possibly faint if she broke a nail. Lauren let them whisper, because underestimation at that scale was a crucial flaw that could be exploited in future.

Thus, it was also important that none saw her here. That would ruin her reputation as a prissy princess, as well as force her to share her bushland time for the day---which was utterly insufferable as far as Lauren was concerned. Her father asked her daily if she had made any friends yet, and each night she gave the same answer. She had not yet come across anyone who she believed was fit for friendship. 

She was a little ways away when she heard the yell, the crackle and crash of something falling through branches, and the inevitable thump to the drought-hardened ground. Her first instinct was to turn and wander off in another direction, pretend she had heard nothing, and continue on her walk with the freedom she had come for. And yet... who else would there be out here? Curiosity called, and it drove her to sneak closer to the source of the sound, pressing herself against the cover of a tree trunk as she peered around it and... if such a thing were possible, her heart did an eyeroll.

What was it about Amber that the girl was so permanently in strife? From her vantage point, Lauren could see that the arm was not okay. They were a distance from the school, and also from town. Why was the girl so deep in the bushland anyway? Had she followed something shiny into its depths? Should Lauren have left a trail of breadcrumbs for her to follow back? 

No... Lauren cursed herself for this. She didn't want to. She really didn't. But Amber was injured, and her father would be deeply disappointed if he knew she had allowed the girl to suffer out here alone. Her lips curled into a scowl, she stormed across with her arms crossed. 

"Do not grab it like that," she said sharply. "You are making it worse."

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Spencer ☆ Fifth Year ☆ Spencer Quidditch Team Seeker, Pro WrestlerKirupachi
15 year old Halfblood Human ☆ She/Her

The Spencer spat out a leaf amid a mild coughing fit, an unfortunate result of meeting foliage up close and personal several times before hitting the ground. The quick trip brought to her by gravity also ensured various splinters, leaves and dirt permeated her clothing; it was quite fortunate that she didn't feel anything stab anywhere at her skin, although she was mildly suspicious of the idea that it was only because her brain was primarily concerned with the excruciating pain emanating from what she was fairly certain was a broken limb.

As Lauren came into view, Harvey decided to hop off of Amber's head. The pygmy puff produced a sound akin to a squeak as it landed on the ground and it quickly lost interested in the human it had put through hell, instead grasping at one of the fallen twigs with its miniature hands in hopes that it would be amusing. Amber could only groan with the Sturt's words as her small tormentor temporarily left her alone - she knew it to be true. The agony, however, had been greater than she was used to dealing with: it wasn't the first (and likely not the last) time she had broken a bone, but it was the first time she had done it in a situation wherein there was next to no adrenaline coursing through her veins. It made the experience far more agonizing in her opinion.

After a few moments to collect herself and get used to the near overwhelming discomfort, the Seeker finally got back up to her knees, at which point she finally let go of the mangled arm. She then let herself sit with her back pressed against the trunk of the same tree she had fallen from not a minute before, looking over at the fellow student with mild agony etched on her face. She didn't immediately take notice of how different Lauren looked from normal given that she was mentally preoccupied with her own brand new affliction.

"...Right. Yeah." She finally managed to utter out a proper word or two that didn't resemble whimpers. As she stayed minimally upright, a small droplet of blood started to drip from a cut in her skin to the side of her right eye, proving her own initial assumption to be wrong; not that she noticed the stinging feeling at all to begin with for the time being. "Should prolly immobilize this thing, eh?" Walking over to either the school or town would take quite a while, and even if her adoptive mother was a doctor, she was still at work - it wasn't like Amber could just barge in and demand her broken limb to be healed. She didn't want to worry her either.

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Sturt ☆ Fifth Year ★ Sadrienne
16 year old Halfblood Sorceraic ☆ She/Her

"For once, you are correct," Lauren said witheringly, and picked her way over through the sticks and leaves. One hand reached out to the injured arm, as if she meant to set and heal it herself---but stopped short as she scowled and muttered foreign obscenities under her breath. Right. She couldn't do that. Stupid Lillian. She was stuck out here in the middle of the bush, with Amber and a broken arm that she couldn't do anything about. They would have to go in search of help, and this was not Lauren's idea of a good time. 

"We will need assistance," she said in English, before turning away from the girl and staring out into middle distance. "Lillian! Lillian!" she called, turning sharply around to check every direction to see from which the woman would appear. Lauren never assumed that Lillian wasn't around, that was usually the safer way to go about life. Lauren scowled when her grandmother did not appear. She had no doubt the elder woman had heard her call, and was likely watching, but had decided not to meddle in this precise moment. With no explanation to Amber, she faced the girl again, and tore out the bottom of her skirt until a long strip.

"Be still." Lauren commanded, holding the arm firmly in place as she fixed a make-shift sling. Not one whit of care was given for Amber's potential pain, only the efficiency and efficicacy of the sling itself. Simply because one could heal things easily did not mean one should not learn to do them manually---that learning had come from Anna. Lauren had wondered when in any time, space or reality that might actually come to pass, and yet---here she was. Ensuring Amber didn't further damage her arm with a well-practiced sling.

"As Lillian is not heeding my call, we will need to walk. The nearest place for assistance is..." Lauren felt her insides curl up and die. This day was a joke upon her soul. "Adele's. We will make for there."

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Spencer ☆ Fifth Year ☆ Spencer Quidditch Team Seeker, Pro WrestlerKirupachi
15 year old Halfblood Human ☆ She/Her

Brows furrowed in confusion rather than pain as Lauren proceeded to utter a number of words Amber was entirely unable to comprehend. In the back of her mind she felt like she had had such an impression from the girl before - that she believed her to have some sort of international flair, to have spent a significant amount of time overseas - but she couldn't remember why that was, try as she might. Such thoughts were pushed aside when the Sturt shifted back into a language she could understand, just prior to calling out for some unseen individual.

"Lillian?" Amber repeated, not expecting another individual to be nearby; at least, she hadn't met a soul during her trek to discover Harvey's hiding spot. Who was Lillian? A friend? Whoever that person happened to be, it seemed that she wouldn't reveal herself to aid the pair in any way, leading Amber to believe Lauren had been ditched. Not a pleasant sensation, she thought, being all too familiar with it.

The Spencer's eyes widened considerably in surprise with the sound of fabric ripping, which her reflexively look let her know to be Lauren's skirt being deliberately torn for first aid purposes. Before she could even protest her arm was already being taken care of. The agony was greatly amplified by the rough (yet effective) touch and her jaw clenched as she forced herself to fight through it all; to her credit, not even a grunt escaped her throughout the process. Instead she merely sighed in relief once it was over, despite her arm's condition still straddling that fine line between 'deeply disconcerting' and 'intolerable'.

"Uh, thanks." She snapped out of it and spoke up as she felt something poke at her leg. Looking down, she saw that little Harvey had gotten its hands on a twig and had determined that a fantastic use of its time would be to stab at the limb with it. The Spencer reached for the creature with her good hand and guided it to her shoulder. She didn't seem to think much of the fact that the pink ball of fluff refused to let go of its weaponry.

Taking support on the tree trunk, she brought herself up to her feet. The second name that Lauren mentioned was vaguely familiar, but it only reignited her curiosity over the first one. "Hey, who's Lillian?" She voiced her thoughts. "Sorry if ya got ditched because of me, yeah?" She'd have to apologize to this Lillian later over stealing her friend away over such a silly accident. If she was still in the area, it could be that they'd meet on the way back! It would all work out, surely.

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