FIX my boss! [ITA]

[ANITA SOPHIA PASCALLE]

I Have A Doctor’s Note!

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Being identified as the notorious witch of the academy by a bunch of rambunctious punks was a terrible day to start the day. It was simple for a teacher to send an undisciplined student to the office and allow the higher ranks deal with the problem. Once the punishment is given, the student begins to despise the one administering the punishment and considers them the ‘bad guy.’ Anita Pascalle, the headmaster’s advisor and assistant, stared at the stack of papers she had on her desk and heaved a rather loud sigh. The headmaster was out probing classrooms or simply goofing off like always, she was really in no mood to chase after him and scold him for the negligence of his work. There was not a single day when that man devoted himself to his work and avoided procrastination. It was no surprise people called her a ‘witch,’ she was always the one taking his place when it came to suspending or scolding a student.

She slouched on her chair and started looking through the papers on her desk, signing when it was necessary. Anita bit her bottom lip and placed her hand to her forehead, there was no way she was going to finish all this by the time her shift was over. The headmaster still needed to sign a few papers and look through a few files before she could officially finish the paperwork. She groaned and buried her face on her desk. This was pathetic; she had to stay overtime because her lazy employer decided to have some fun. She would like to enjoy a day goofing off too! There was no helping it; she had to find him in order to get this work done faster. She stood up from her seat, took a few papers and placed them in a manila envelope, and adjusted her glasses before stepping out of her office in search of the headmaster.

Taking a quick glance at her wristwatch, she continued walking down the hallway with an aggravated expression on her face. Anita spent the next 10 minutes looking for her employer but no luck. She closed her eyes and shook her head, “This isn’t fair… Why must I suffer because of him?” She asked herself, actually having the urge to scream from the top of her lungs out of frustration, but decided against that… she did not want to be labeled the ‘insane witch.’ Anita rubbed her temples and tried to relax, thinking where else that sneaky headmaster had run off to. Contacting him through cellular phone was always futile; he was either too busy chatting to feel his phone vibrate or forgot it in his office.

Might as well call it quits, searching for him would just prolong the time she would stay finishing up work. Her head was aching from stress or perhaps being in that office for several hours was not helping with her health. She definitely needed some aspirin. Anita made her way to the infirmary and poked her head inside, wondering if there were any students inside. Perfect! It was empty, the silence and lack of students chattering would definitely ease her headache. She placed her index finger to the bridge of her glasses and walked inside. Anita looked through the cabinets and grumbled finding a bit difficult to decipher which bottle was which. There weren’t any labels, perhaps to avoid theft of a specific drug.

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& tag: Frey~!
♥ word count: 574.
♦ muse: Meh.
♣ music: None.
• comments: THERE! I STARTED IT, DAUGHTER DEAR! D<

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[FREY VERMUNDUR DAGURSSON]

i'll be your doctor, i'll be your cure
i be your medicine and more, yeah, you can rest assure
i'm your doctor, i'm your cure
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The whole point of an infirmary and a doctor was to help people, right? Well, today Frey was honestly not in the mood to help people. Today was hating on him, it seemed. Three girls - well, ladies, if you could call the bawling brats that - had 'accidently dismounted' off their spooked horses within the first hour of lessons. None had seriously hurt or broken anything, though from the sound of them, you would think someone had rammed a red hot poker somewhere they would rather someone hadn't. In fact, they were just sporting a few bruises - one even had a black eye, and Frey had checked for damage to the eye itself, even with her wriggling all over the place and calling him names he was sure that ladies in polite society shouldn't have heard of - when they left the clean - though then splattered with mud and the occasional streak of blood - infirmary to show for their pains.

And that hadn't been it - far from it. Some idiot butler had actually accepted a duel with his lady with broken fencing foils. Broken. They were sharp at the end, and of course he had had to let her win - at the expense of the foil penetrating his hand and appearing through the other side. Then promptly fainting and creating a huge mess all over the duel room. Frey had to come and clear it up, of course, though he had though it prudent to get another doctor's opinion on the situation before removing the foil - which he had cut down carefully so only a few inches showed on either side. That had eaten his lunch hour as he'd had to wait for the lady's private doctor to fly in from England - thankfully that had been only a couple of hours of painful waiting - as a second opinion. The butler escaped with his hand and was ferried up to his room to rest.

Oh. Oh. But that didn't mean the madness would end there. Next thing he knew and someone would cart in another invalid for him to deal with. What would it be this time? Whacked head against the bookshelves in the library? Hair and clothing set alight in the cooking room? Paint in the eye from an intense session in the arts and crafts classroom? Probably all three, all at the same time. Power of three and all that. Threes swam in his vision for a second before he shook them away. After all that waiting and the moaning - whether in pain or otherwise - of five students for about, oh, too many hours, he now had a headache that Migraileve was doing nothing to alleviate the throbbing pain all over his head. Frey was slumped in the computer chair, idly typing the accident report form up on the screen. Thank god it wasn't flicking. Frey's mood only darkened as the sound of the door opening and footsteps entering could be heard. What casuality this time?

"Yeah, yeah, just let yourself in," he muttered darkly. When Frey was in a bad mood, it was a foul mood. He wasn't usually like this - but the people here. He could live without them, for sure. Sighing, Frey got to his feet, hand almost straying to the bottle of heavy duty painkillers on the edge of the desk, then snatched his hand away. He would just make himself worse. Hearing rattling aside, Frey's eyes rolled. It's only been an hour since I last took a dose of the other stuff. Cat stretching to ease the tension in his muscles, Frey poked his head round the door between his side room and the main infirmary, before stepping through completely. So not a damsel in distress or her butler, then. That was a bonus. But he still had someone to deal with. Was there no rest for those who had tried not to be wicked either? With a sigh, the doctor crossed his arms and glanced at the potential patient.

"Excuse me, are you looking for something specific?," the tired note was audible in Frey's voice as he spoke, signs of fatigue in his face and general posture - which was usually very good. Sleep was the other factor in his irritableness - some idiot had been sick last night, and he was the only person they came to to sort it out. As usual. So much for sleeping soundly between three and seven am. "If it's aspirin or other painkillers, you're looking in the wrong cabinet."

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i got a secret, please don't repeat it
i took the chemicals we took to make our chemistry, i remixed it
all it did was make the memories a blur
tagged: almondo =w=
lyrics: doctor - cute is what we aim for
muse: telephone - lady gaga
notes: and it took me toooo long to answer. damn joo, muse. >.> and the band and song for these lyrics are lulzworthy and so true |D
template: (c) me!

[ANITA SOPHIA PASCALLE]

I Have A Doctor’s Note!

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There was no point in searching a cabinet filled with unlabeled bottles, the doctor had to be in the infirmary somewhere. Unfortunately, Anita was stubborn and continued searching, the headache was unbearable and she wanted some relief as soon as possible. She placed a cold hand to her forehead while she searched with a single hand through the cabinet. Pulling all of the bottles would definitely be inconvenient for the doctor and she did not want to bring any trouble to him. Frey Dagursson was actually a very dedicated physician; he turned down any assistance and was actually able to handle an entire academy without breaking a sweat. Well those were just rumors, he was human after all and everyone needed help every now and then. However, Anita was already a veteran in the field of overworking herself; perhaps the school’s doctor shared a similar life as her own. A small grin appeared across her lips as she heaved a sigh, deciding not to trouble the poor doctor with such a trivial matter like a headache.

Prepared to close the cabinet, she yelped at the sound of a rather fatigued mutter from a male standing behind her. She immediately closed the cabinet shut and turned around, pressing her right hand to her chest. “Y-You startled me…” Anita said quietly, taking a moment to catch her breath as she glanced to her side and lowered her head. She never personally met the doctor. From what she could recollect, the headmaster was the one who hired him so perhaps he had been working at the academy long before she became the headmaster’s assistant. Well from appearance, he seemed like a gentle and frail young fellow. He was not wearing the school uniform so he was, without a doubt, the school’s doctor. She clasped her hands together and let out a nervous chuckle as a shade of pink painted her cheeks in embarrassment.

“Please excuse my intrusion, Dr. Dagursson,” she began with an apology while adjusting her glasses nervously. The doctor read her like an open book, suppose he would call it a doctor’s intuition? At least they were getting somewhere, now she had to explain herself. “Yes, I was looking for something to relieve this dreadful headache… These students are quite troublesome, but you probably already knew that!” She tried to start a conversation with the snow, white haired doctor and tried to liven the mood by laughing a little. Anita was trying to avoid any form of scolding, she hated being ordered around or disciplined. If that was the case, then it could not be helped. The head advisor decided to move out of his way and allow him to show her where the aspirin was kept.

She observed him from behind and wondered if it was best to continue talking or simply take the painkiller and leave. Anita scratched her head and examined the room. The lack of students definitely made the infirmary seem like it was abandoned. She sat down on the couch near the entrance and set the manila envelope on the seat next to her. Placing her hands on her lap, she glanced at the time, and waited patiently for the doctor to return with the aspirin.

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& tag: Frey~!
♥ word count: 544.
♦ muse: OK.
♣ music: Blaze by KOTOKO.
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