It's all fun and games until someone gets hurt

Amelia was fuming no one told her friend to shut up. If this woman though she’d get away with it she was crazy. She was more like a bomb waiting to go off. She’d like to see this woman deal with her mother when she found out about the needle.

“Don’t you dare tell her to shut up. She can whatever she wants at whatever voice she wants to,” she in a low tone. “Alice stop letting people tell you what to do. Hell, if did what people told me I’d be drugged up so much I wouldn’t know may name,” she stated firmly.

“Touch me with that thing I me biting you would be the last of your worries and strap me down you will have much bigger problems than just my mother and I. My mother said no potions no matter what, she won’t care what state I was in if I refused it,” she said. She wasn’t afraid to use her mum’s anger and new found power in the wizarding community. Whoever wasn’t scared of her mum was crazy; she was scared of her mum. She was even more afraid of her father on a bad day.

“I feel fine. I’ve done worst and felt worst,” she said to Alice changing her tone but never stopped glaring at the woman. She wasn’t scared of needles but she loathed them. “I’m not scared of needles I just loath them. Last time I was needle it nearly killed me because I was allergic to whatever painkiller was in it. I’ve been given the wrong blood type before. I have no reason to trust a needle,” she said still glaring. She had learned how to glare form all those years with her mum’s unnatural ability to glare for hours on end.

Angelique didn't know if it was the destruction of their memories by filling their brains up with useless information, or if it was simply that time had dulled their sense of terror, but it was incredibly inconvenient how few of the students who came in here were properly intimidated by her.

"Alice, I think you may have to leave if Amelia can't calm down by herself. Your presence appears to be making her hysterical," she said.

Now, for the other problem. Mummy didn't want anyone drugging her child, eh? In Angelique's opinion, people who tried to prevent professionals from helping their sick and injured children ought to be denied treatment to see how they liked it. Unfortunately, the law disagreed.

"I'll check your file," she said without missing a beat. "Now, calm down. We can't give you anything if your parents have expressly forbidden it."

She knew there was a reason she hadn't put that IV in earlier...

Alice only sighed when it was obvious that Amelia was not quite in a good mood. And although she didn't expect that because of what she had just gone through, but she feared it could only get them more trouble with the nurses in the Hospital Wing. Trouble was something Alice really didn't want or need at the moment. "It's fine Amelia really, she is just trying to help that's all" she said trying to calm her down.

At the mention of her leaving her eyes snapped at the nurse. She might have allowed everything else, but leaving was not an option. "No, I really do not think that me leaving is a good idea. Besides, I'm not the one making her hysterical" said Alice rolling her eyes. She was ready to compromise of many things, but that wasn't one of them.

"Really, it's just a medicine against pain, nothing else I'm sure. It would help if you took it. Make the pain much less you know. Or can you get her just the regular healing potion? Perhaps you'd want to take that more? I even carry it around just in case." said Alice trying to convince her to take at least a simple potion. Besides, she was in pain and waiting it out isn't a very good strategy. How much harm can a little potion do?

Amelia called the woman a few names in Scottish. It was the only way she could let it without getting in trouble. The chance the woman knew Scottish was slim and what could she do about it. “If she leaves it won’t be hysteria you’d be dealing with,” she muttered under her breath. She did not like this Healer or whatever qualified person she is.

“Look in all of the family files. You’d see none of us can have painkillers,” she called calmly as possible.

“Alice, you don’t understand my family. First of all of us girls are allergic to painkillers, including my mother try to image giving birth to twins without painkillers, and healing potions are cheating. They are also highly addictive. My grandfather says they are worst then alcohol and can cause future addiction problems, eating problems and mental problems. If you don’t believe me ask your father what happened to your grandparents once they started them on painkillers the year before they died,” she said. She knew quite a bit about medical medicine. She was pretty sure her great-grandmother had been a Healer.

Angelique walked back into the room, holding Amelia's file.

"You're right, no painkillers of any kind. It's a good thing this is only for rehydration. Now don't fuss; you'll only make it more difficult for everyone."

Before the girl could begin complaining again, Angelique seized her arm with one hand and began to run her fingers over the crook of her elbow with the other, looking for the vein.

"Now, since you mentioned painkillers, I can only imagine you're in pain. So tell me, where does it hurt, Miss Macmillan?" she asked as she worked.

Amelia felt her blood boil. Who did this lady think she is? She could feel her muscles tensing. She knew that she was going to explode. She yanked her arm away as hard as possible. She had never been so angry.

“I am not in pain! I’ve felt better than I have in weeks! Everyone treats me like I’m made of bloody glass! Guess what I am not and it is bloody annoying that you don’t just bugger off!” boomed Amelia, she had no idea she could yell like that. She was surprised she hadn’t sworn in that outburst. Really helping your case exploding like that, she scolded herself.

Alice bit her lip anxiously at Amelia's outburst. Obviously this wasn't going quite well, and that nurse didn't seem to be helping either. "Nobody is saying that Amelia. It's fine, no painkillers then or anything." she said nodding her head. Realizing that forcing her to stay here and rest would only make her even more nervous and stressed out, Alice was starting to figure out a new plan. "Could you leave us please? My friend seems to be just fine, I will make sure she rests and gets plenty of sleep" she said to the nurse. Hopefully that would make Amelia less jumpy.

With a deep sigh, she wondered what she was going to do now. Strapping her to the bed was an idea, but Amelia was much stronger than Alice. Drugging her with a sleeping potion wasn't an option either, as Amelia would see it coming for sure. Then all she could do was follower he wishes now. "Do you want to rest her or go back to the common room?" Alice asked. It was important that she rested, and not really where she did it.

Teeth clenched, Angelique could feel the irritation beginning to build up as Amelia yanked her arm savagely away. She had only just left school a couple of years ago. Surely Miss Melodrama here could remember well enough what happened to people who upset Angelique Pyrites?

Though, to be fair, Slytherin had always housed more than its share of psychos. She probably had trouble distinguishing among them. Perhaps it would help if Angelique jogged her memory a bit.

She shook her head as Alice tried once again to dissolve the tension in the room.

"This isn't just a matter of resting," she tried to explain.

She knew Alice was just trying to be useful, and she was somewhat effective in calming her friend, but Angelique just wished she would leave them alone. To get on with business, as it were.

Abruptly, she yanked up the rails on the edge of the bed so that she could talk to Amelia and Alice could clearly see that she wasn't touching the other girl at all.

"Do you even know who I am?" she asked quietly.

Amelia started to get the bigger picture. This wasn’t about physical health as much as it was psychological heath. She supposed swearing in Scottish and mumbling stuff about dreams effects by astral projection would bring up the issue of her psychological heath. She was headstrong and rather passionate about this but that didn’t mean she had mental issue. She had seen her brother be killed right before her eyes but she was doing better.

“Alice this is a bit different then that I was thinking. I don’t think I’ll be leaving for a while,” she said knowing that the fact she was going to have to prove she is sane. Which is, it’s just she cracks at times everyone does.

“Besides the fact you are a level of healer of some sort that would be a no. Unless you were in Hufflepuff or Gryffindor I wouldn’t recognize you,” she said honestly. She didn’t really talk to anyone outside of Hufflepuffs that weren’t her dead brother’s friends. She never let anyone get that close after being burned one too many times.

Finally, the little witch began to get the picture. For what reason Angelique could not guess. It wasn't as though she'd threatened her yet and from the girl's naive reply, she hadn't put two and two together in that direction either.

A few years ago, this complete lack of notoriety had vexed her greatly. Though now Angelique knew it was only because that other Amelia, Amelia Lyons, was so constantly heaped with barely-earned praise. Now, she realised being so easily forgettable was a blessing rather than a curse. She would never have got this job without it.

Still, she'd already got this Amelia's attention. She had to say something.

"My name is Angelique Pyrites," she said. "I was in Slytherin. Before you come here again, you ought to ask one of the older students how often I haven't got my own way."

"Now, as I'm feeling generous, I'll let you choose. You can either have the needle in your arm, or the feeding tube down your throat. The needle is pointy but the feeding tube is extremely uncomfortable and you won't be able to speak to Alice here - or anyone, for that matter."

"And if you try throwing another tantrum, you'll find out for yourself why I always get what I want," she added ominously.

She tried, but she just couldn't resist a threat.