Chase walked into St. Mungos and pulled off her sunglasses. The creepy manikin outside that always scared her was still there and now she was standing there looking around. It had been a while since she had been in here. In fact the last time she had been in here Sterling had been about to die! She gripped her stone and then walked to the desk. "I need somewhere to go for dark magic side effects." She said staring at the lady behind the desk.
She pointed to a sign and Chase walked down the hall. It had been pretty bad lately. The pains having come back with a force. They had disappeared for a long time, and then the second she saw Sterling again they had come back. Becoming more and more frequent. She had owled Jesse about it and had yet to recieve a reply.
Walking down the corridor she stared around at the pictures of random healers. Going up a few floors she talked to someone at a counter and was told to sit down. Sighing she kicked back. Today she was wearing a fluffy pink skirt and a tube top, sunglasses were in her hand, her hair looking very fluffy today.
Sighing she glanced around the room. A few other people were there, someone had a hand the size of a balloon, another person seemed to be whistling. She sighed, there was nothing physically wrong with her, but she knew what it felt like. Hearing her name called she got up and sat in a room with a healer.
"Yeah, I was crucio'd during the battle, and before that even, I've been here a few times before but they came back worse then ever. Is there anything you can do for the pain?" She asked. After a few minutes of talking Chase was sent up to the tea room so they could get something for her.
Pushing her sunglasses into her hair she walked up the stairs and into the teashop. Sitting down with a cup of tea she stared around the room, her legs crossed in front of her as she slid down into her seat. No one was in the room right then and she felt odd. Sitting there, nothing wrong with her at the moment, but not here to visit anyone. She sighed and stared at the ceiling, her tea getting cold on the table beside her.