Stuffy Troubles - COMPLETE

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Ferret sighed as she sat in her private room on St. Mongo’s fourth floor. They hadn’t known where to put her, her incident, as they called it in low whispers, was caused by a magical trait she had been born with, not damage from a creature or object. They finally put her on the Spell Damage floor with little other logical choice.

The girl looked longingly out her small window. She was seated on the sill, something she had been told not to do several times. But she wouldn’t listen. She had always hated being confined to one space. She couldn’t even decorate, the healers not trusting her with sharp or sticky objects.
So she was trapped in a white room wearing a white hospital gown. Hell! Why not just make her white too!? So they all match!?

And that was exactly what she did. Her skin was sickly white and her hair looked like it was a sheet. She had gotten her hair cut by the healers but she had grown it back just to annoy them. Even her eyes were white, giving her the appearance of a ghost. She could almost blend into the wall if she wanted to.

The only color it seemed in the entire room she held in her hand. It was the knitted ferret stuffy Remus had made her before Christmas. Before they were even together. Carl had snuck it in for her, since she was not supposed to have anything inside her room. Someone could hide something dangerous in them to set her off. But she needed something. She needed something of Remus to keep her from going insane.

Or more insane if you asked her healers.

Ferret sighed and gently pressed the stuffy against her face. If she couldn’t have Fitzfizzal, her stuffed dragon from her childhood, she needed something to remind her there were people outside these white walls who cared about her.

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Mary Smith had been a healer for nearly five years. And she hated her job. When she had begun, she had loved it, taking care of people. Now, she just couldn’t wait to go home. And she had been given the most troublesome patient in her career yet. And she was a teenager. The worse.

The girl was a pureblood. A rich pureblood at that. Rich enough to afford a private room. She, a halfblood, could not even fathom how much money she had. But she put on a smile and pushed the door open. She had to strain her eyes to see the girl (damn metemorph) and she let out a sigh when she noticed she was perched on the sill again.

“Miss. Hoggs, please come down from the sill. Its not safe.”

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Ferret sighed and rolled her eyes when she heard the healer come into the room. Great. Just what she needed. Just as she had gotten to relax, she showed up. The healer was not the kind she needed right now. She was stern, and pretended to be her friend. She needed a real friend right now, not some woman who pretended to care about her.

But Ferret did as she was told. The last thing she needed to do was get her healer angry and get locked in this room even longer. Sliding off the sill, she settled on her bed, crossing her arms over her chest. Looking at the wall, she took her normal form, talking in a deadpan voice.

”My name is Alice Hoggs. Friends call me Ferret. I am 15 years old and I was born on April 1st…” She recited her information like a monologue. It was the only way it seemed to convince the healers she knew who she was at the time. But at the same time, she could just be saying it to be left alone again. It was a catch 22.

Once she had finished Ferret sighed. ”Can I at least go out and walk? Staying in this room is going to drive me crazy.”

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The healer nodded and took notes as the girl spoke. In her opinion, this was pointless. Having the girl repeat the same information everyday did not prove she was in her right mind. Mary jotted down notes about the girl’s attitude.

”I will place a request to have you gain some walk around time,” Mary said, not looking up from her clipboard.

’When pigs fly.’

Mary tucked the clipboard under her arm. ”Lunch will be coming in a few minutes and-Miss. Hoggs, what is that?” She pointed to a small object still perched on the sill. It looked like a small toy. ”You are not allowed to have personal items yet Miss. Hoggs.”

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Ferret rolled her eyes as the nurse spoke. The woman had said that for the past three days with still no change. She was sure the woman was conspiring against her, trying to keep her locked in this little white room forever. It wouldn’t surprise her. She was dissatisfied with her life, Ferret could see that clearly. But she wasn’t going to say anything . The last thing she needed was to get her head bitten of when the woman controlled her fate outside this room.

But Ferret's face turned white when she heard the healer point out the small ferret stuffy. Grabbing it, Ferret held it tightly to her chest.

"Please, don't take this. I need something..."

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Mary sighed and reached for the toy

“Miss. Hoggs, please understand why-hey!”

The teen reached for the toy and was wrestling her for it. A stuffed toy of all things! It was just a toy for Merlin's sake!

As there was a soft ripping sound, the girl gasped. Raising her hand, the girl scratched her face. Mary gasped and let go, clutching her face. The little metemorph B*tch scratched her! And with her normal nail. The woman let out a growl and made a note on her clipboard. Blood ran down her cheek as the girl huddled in her corner.

"I will return with nail clippers Miss. Hoggs," she informed her.

'And someone to remove that blasted toy.' Turning on her heel, she left the room, slamming the door behind her.

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Ferret curled in her corner. She held the stuffy to her chest, examining the large rip that nearly tore the poor thing apart in two. How could that woman...how could she...

"Why didn't she let go?"

The rip could easily be fixed by magic, but her wand was taken when she was admitted. Curling farther into her corner, she began to cry quietly.

"I'm sorry...I'm so, so sorry. Please forgive me...Remus...forgive me..." She knew he could not hear her from where she was, and she would not be allowed visitors for a week at least. But she needed forgiveness.

For everything she had done.