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WHO: Dolores & anyone
TONE: Various??
RATING: G for now
WHEN: March 11th
WHERE: Hospital wing, school grounds & great hall
WHAT: Open log for various interactions -- pick a letter! :3
STATUS: Ongoing

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[A.]

[In the morning, far too early for anyone to be so chipper, Dolores can be found in the hospital wing, getting ready for another week. She's humming to herself, some jaunty song from the 1960s.

She might even be dancing a little, if the twirling from one bed to the next while she nods her head along with the tune is anything to go by.]

[B.]

[Later in the day, the nurse is out in the school grounds, sitting in the courtyard with her face turned up to the cold March sunshine. She's not really dressed for the weather, in her usual dress with a scarf wrapped around her neck, but she doesn't feel the cold in any case.]

[C.]

[In the evening, after most students have departed from dinner and gone back to their own dorms, she's sitting in the spot at the staff table that's always left open for her but one she so rarely takes.

She hadn't been there while everyone else was eating - it's been maybe ten minutes since she entered the room - but she's sitting there now, contemplative, rolling a red apple across the wood of the table in front of her, from one hand to the other.]

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I know you are, dear. Sometimes I wonder what I'd do without you around.

Oh, I don't think of it like that.. Things that can be so easily dismissed as 'teenage problems' are just as valid in the effect they can have on an individual.

[There's another little smile.]

I'm always available for a chat, if it's needed. Sometimes just talking can do far more than a potion.

They would, and they do.

[Her hand feels tiny in his, but she likes that, returning his guarded look with a warm one of her own.]

I'm finding more and more that it doesn't matter to me what anyone else thinks.

I do.. but it may depend upon what is keeping you awake.

Really? Have I actually helped you that much?
[The thought makes him smile.]

How could you even doubt that for a moment?

Well, I feel like I come to you with my problems an awful lot..I just don't want you to ever feel like that's all I ever do.

Marshall.. [She gives him a bit of a scolding look.] You're not thinking you're a burden on me, are you? I'll not have that.

[He looks a bit sheepish.]

Sometimes? Sorry..I just wish I could do more for you ya know?

Ah, don't tempt me too much, Dolores. [His accent makes her name roll musically off his tongue, and he gives her a little grin.]

Right, of course. I-- I'll keep it in mind, then.

[She blushes, making it TOTALLY CLEAR how there is NOTHING ON HER MIND AT THE MOMENT.]

You already do more than enough. I couldn't ask anything more of you than your continued friendship.

Tempt you? [Such a look of innocence.] I would never.

[She studies Jane for a moment. You're about as subtle as a brick, Crocker.]

I have some free time now, if you need a word.

[OH IS IT SHOWING IN HER FACE OH DEAR HOW SHOCKING.]

Um! A-actually...

I was wondering if maybe the potions-- the ones that came with the snake eggs. Um. If they could have...residual effects?

It's a possibility that I have been exploring, but it seems unlikely that they would still be having any kind of effect after this amount of time..

[Oh dear, Jane, do you perhaps have a crush on someone?]

[Why does everyone keep saying that?!]

Um, I think. I might still be having...symptoms.

[He finally comes in to the room, but he doesn't take a seat, just stands with his hands in the pockets of his robes.]

My own brain, if you consider that a valid answer.

You do constantly. [And he'll lean over to give her a kiss - nothing long and involved, since there could be children present at any moment, and he's more private than, say, Bro and Murdoc. But very definite, and warm, and absolutely unmistakable for merely friendly affection.]

I see..

[Because you're about as subtle as Peeves, dear.]

Can you describe them to me? [A pause, then she gestures to the door.] In the hospital wing, if you would prefer some privacy.

From a medical perspective, it may be as valid as any other.

[There's another of those kind smiles.]

Are you worrying about something, dear?

[She leans up to press back chastely, then drops back onto her heels with a pleased smile.]

When you spoke of tempting, that was not the first thing that came to my mind.

No? Filthy. [He grins.] What was?

[She chuckles and shakes her head, then lifts the flowers he gave her to breathe in the scent.]

That is for me to know, and for you to.. perhaps find out.

[She nods and, soon, they make their way there and settle in in privacy.]

I suppose they're the symptoms you would...expect. The person I had suddenly started getting the pitter-patters for, um, well. He still seems rather...

[She blushes brighter, shakes her head in embarrassment.]

The pitter-patters didn't go all the way away.

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