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Post by Sabrina St. Clare on Feb 11, 2007 0:07:41 GMT -5
Sabrina ran down to the first floor as quickly as she could. She was out of breath by the time she reached the hospital wing, and she paused outside the door for a few seconds to catch her breath. Then she hurried inside. "Madam Pomfrey!" she called. "Come quick, we need your help, fast! Professor Rothschild is in labor!"
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Post by Madam Poppy Pomfrey on Feb 11, 2007 0:24:27 GMT -5
Madam Pomfrey hurried out from the back room. "Are you sure? She's not due for another three weeks! Where is she?"
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Post by Sabrina St. Clare on Feb 11, 2007 0:33:12 GMT -5
"I'm pretty sure," Sabrina said. "She was pretty sure, too. Come on, I'll take you to her. Please hurry!" She took Madam Pomfrey by the hand and led her out of the hospital wing.
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Post by Madam Poppy Pomfrey on Feb 11, 2007 0:39:19 GMT -5
"Oh!" Madam Pomfrey gasped as Sabrina dragged her down the hall and up the stairs. "Careful, dear, you don't need to pull me. I'm right behind you!"
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Post by Sabrina St. Clare on Feb 11, 2007 0:49:39 GMT -5
"You're right, I'm sorry," Sabrina said. "I just... my sister is missing, too. Someone took her, and I want to make sure she's going to be OK. Please... hurry." She began running back up the stairs.
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Post by Madam Poppy Pomfrey on Feb 11, 2007 1:06:28 GMT -5
"I'm hurrying, dear," Madam Pomfrey said, panting as she struggled to keep up with the girl. "Where are we going? Where is she?"
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Post by Sabrina St. Clare on Feb 11, 2007 1:15:46 GMT -5
"We're going to the third floor," Sabrina explained. "We took a secret passageway from Hogsmeade, and Isabella started having contractions. She couldn't walk anymore."
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Post by Madam Poppy Pomfrey on Feb 11, 2007 1:31:03 GMT -5
"It was probably the stress," Madam Pomfrey said. "That can trigger labor. Hopefully I can stop it before she's too far along." She followed quickly behind Sabrina as they reached the third floor.
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Post by Sabrina St. Clare on Feb 11, 2007 1:34:45 GMT -5
"OK," Sabrina said, as they approached the statue where the secret passageway was hidden. "She's right over here. Isabella? Here's Madam Pomfrey." She pointed to the entrance to the passageway, where Isabella was still hovering.
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Post by Madam Poppy Pomfrey on Feb 11, 2007 1:37:37 GMT -5
"Oh, dear," Madam Pomfrey said. She helped Isabella out of the passageway, and down onto the floor. Then she ran a quick scan over her abdomen. After a minute she frowned. "Yes, it's started. Tell me, dear, how far apart are the contractions?"
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Post by Rori Logan on Feb 11, 2007 10:59:07 GMT -5
Rori was worried about Isabella. It kind of scared her to see her like that, so she took ahold to one of Isabella's hands and waited on Sabrina to return with Madam Pomfrey. Once she returned with her, Rori smiled at her slightly, but didn't move.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Feb 11, 2007 14:18:52 GMT -5
Isabella breathed through another contraction. "They're pretty close together," she said. "Maybe about 8 minutes apart. It feels like more, though, because they're so strong."
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Post by Madam Poppy Pomfrey on Feb 11, 2007 14:36:06 GMT -5
Madam Pomfrey nodded. "I know, dear. Well, come on. Let's bring you back downstairs to the hospital wing, and we'll see what we can do." She levitated Isabella up, then guided her down the hall, and down the stairs with the girls following behind. When they reached the hospital wing, Poppy lowered Isabella down on one of the beds and began to examine her.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Feb 12, 2007 0:30:34 GMT -5
Voltaire walked to the Hospital Wing and gently knocked on the door, he didn't want to disturb Poppy if they had been able to stall Isabella's labor. He had to work hard at maintaining his composure, He wanted to be there for Isa, but he had to save Natalie. Selfishly, be wanted both things to turn out perfectly, but perfection is a fleeting fantasy.
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Post by Sabrina St. Clare on Feb 12, 2007 10:29:22 GMT -5
Sabrina heard the knock on the door. "I'll get it, Madam Pomfrey," she said. She walked over to the door. "Hi, Voltaire, Professor Dumbledore," she said. "Madam Pomfrey is checking on Professor Rothschild now to see if she can stop the labor. She's over there." She pointed. "Did you figure out where Natalie is?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Feb 13, 2007 1:05:01 GMT -5
"Yes, we did and No you're not coming, you're not helping, you're not even allowed to follow and watch." Voltaire said with a little more venom than he had intended, but he needed to cow her. He'd feel awful if he didn't think he had done enough to dissuade her. he side stepped her and b-lined toward where Poppy and Isa were. He could hear Isabella laboring for breath and it tore his heart out. He looked over his shoulder and glared at Sabrina to get back within his sight, because he didn't trust her not to run ahead and get into a mess.
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Post by Albus Dumbledore on Feb 13, 2007 10:32:13 GMT -5
Dumbledore followed Voltaire into the room. "Voltaire is right, Sabrina. I understand you want to make sure your sister is safe, but you are not prepared for an encounter of this nature. Your uncle would never forgive me if you followed along and got yourself killed."
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Post by Sabrina St. Clare on Feb 13, 2007 13:05:41 GMT -5
Sabrina frowned and blinked back tears of frustration. Was she really supposed to just sit back and wait for them to find Natalie? She wanted to go, to help... but yet, Dumbledore's words hit her hard. She knew that she was supposed to die, and that she likely would if she faced Natalie's kidnapper. And she didn't want to die.... but the idea of staying behind was intolerable to her. Slowly she walked back around to the bed next to Isabella's and sat down. Burying her face in her hands, she began to cry quietly.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Feb 13, 2007 22:08:09 GMT -5
Voltaire felt his heart twist. He looked at Isabella as Poppy waved her wand this way and that way to a reason and rhythm that he couldn't understand and asked "How are you doing Isa?" he asked in a quite voice every much unlike the tone he just used with the sobbing young woman.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Feb 13, 2007 22:11:28 GMT -5
Isabella reached out her hand and smiled weakly at him. "Voltaire," she sighed. "I'll be fine... I'm tough, you know that. But.... oh.... I can't say I care for these contractions..." She gritted her teeth as another one ripped through her.
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