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It was the middle of the day, and Enid decided to hang out in the stands of the quidditch pitch instead of actually attending class. What was her father going to do about it anyway? Send a howler that included him forgetting what he was doing half-way through? Besides, compared to what her dormmates did, skipping classes was nothing in comparison. Why attend History of Magic knowing she'd fall asleep within the first few minutes of class? It was so boring and such a time-waster! She began parkouring through the stands until she slipped and caught her ankle between the rows of seats. That's just great.

"Help! Help! Anybody, help!"

She didn't anticipate having to be the damsel in distress.

Gem couldn't believe her best friend was pregnant and didn't tell her. What was the point of their friendship if they constantly kept secrets from each other all the freaking time? She needed to find a way to release her anger, so she got some joints, and decided to skip her afternoon classes in the stands, and get her mind off everything.

She was about ready to punch Emerald in the face for lying to hear.

The sound of a voice made her jolt, and it sounded like the person was in trouble. She turned to see one of her housemates struggling or at least stuck, and she got up and ran. "I'm coming to help you," she said as he got there. She leaned down and tried to help get her ankle out. "Move your ankle slowly."

Not sure this was smart while stoned, but Gemma was going to help her.

@Enid Ripley

Looking up, Enid saw that it was one of her housemates that came to her aid; she could tell that she was likely on something, but it was better than any of her dormmates. Besides, they could share once she was no longer trapped.

"Which direction?!"

She attempted to move her ankle up only to wince from a shot of pain in her knee.

@Gemma Parkinson

Gemma was no expert at healing but liked to think she knew the basics of first aid. She'd find some way for her housemate to get out of this little predicament.

"Move your ankle, left. Be careful," she said trying to sober the fuck up.

This would be hard to explain to Professor Voclain.

@Enid Ripley

Moving her ankle left, she attempted to pull it out of the bleacher only to end up getting stuck further.

"That didn't fucking work!"

Was she really going to be stuck there all day at this point?! If they ended up having to wait for a professor, Enid at least wanted a pain reliever to get her through it.

@Gemma Parkinson

Gemma sighed when it wasn’t working, and looked at her housemate. “I’m so sorry, I’ll try a spell.” she said as she got her wand out and said a simple incantation, that she hoped would work.

“I am only trying to help, Enid.” sighed Gemma who felt terrible right now.

@Enid Ripley