Braelyn sat in a bed in Orenda's large infirmary wing, fidgiting impatiently with the edge of the sheet while a young blonde nurse's assistant poked at random parts of her body, giving an occassional "Hmm..." or "Interesting," as she did so. Braelyn had been here since the evening before, having been prompted by her parents to travel to Orenda early to be seen by the school's competent medical staff when she started displaying strange behavior and having dizzy spells to the point of passing out.
"Really, I feel fine now," Braelyn told Blondie, who was now shining the brightly lit tip of her wand in Braelyn's eyes. "I'm sure the feast has already started by now. Can't I just go now?"
The nurse shot a worried glance at the older, more matronly-looking Head Nurse, obviously not knowing exactly what to say. "Madame Chesney?" she asked.
The older nurse walked over, carrying a small vial of some sort of potion. "We don't really know anything conclusive just yet, Miss Blaine," she said. "I am still waiting on the results from the samples we took this morning. But if you will take this now as a precaution, I don't see a reason that you can't go down to the feast for now. The
moment you don't feel quite right, I want you to come straight back to the infirmary. Otherwise, I will call you back here when I get the results."
That was all Braelyn needed to hear. She grabbed the vial from Madame Chesney and in an instant was headed for the door. She ran down the torch- and portrait-lined hallways until she reached the doors of the Great Hall. Attempting to not cause a disturbance in the event the the sorting ceremony was still taking place, she quietly opened the door just enough to let herself through. It appeared that the sorting was already finished, and everyone was talking and feasting and some were getting up to walk from table to table, greeting those in other houses. Braelyn hoped that she didn't look totally out of place, in that case, just now walking to the Cerva table now nearly half an hour late.
She made her way down the table, looking for an empty spot on the wooden bench. She saw one just wide enough to squeeze into, right beside a girl with dark hair, who appeared to be looking for someone. Braelyn assumed that the girl was waiting on someone and saving the seat, so she began to pass her by, when suddenly she stopped to do a double take. She hadn't seen that face in two years, but she'd recognize it anywhere. Without warning, Braelyn wrapped her arms around the girl's shoulders in a tight bear hug from behind. "Skylar!" Braelyn nearly shrieked. "What are you doing here?!"