Vivianna limped down the first floor corridor, muttering curses under her breath. She let out a soft hiss of pain as her weight was transferred to her left foot, she was almost certain that she'd sprained her ankle. It was rather ironic, the Slytherin thought, that she was such an avid climber. The second she stepped foot on solid ground, her lack of coordination was astounding, but up in the trees she had no problems with balance.
She dug the nails of her right hand into her palm as she limped past the unoccupied nurse’s desk, before pushing open the heavy infirmary doors. Eyes zoning in on the bed closest to her, Vivianna made her way to the right row of beds. Yanking the curtains back, she sat down heavily on the crisp linens. Just then realizing that she hadn't been greeted upon entrance, Vivianna glanced around the large room.
"Hello? Anyone here?" she called out, "I'm uh, I think I'm going to need a mild pain potion." Vivianna lent down to examine the swelling ankle, "and I'm probably going to need a bruise salve of some sort too."