Addison looked up at the nurse, or what seemed to be the nurse. There seemed to be more of them than there usually were, and the movements were a bit too coordinated. Addison felt sick. Wobbling, he got up to his feet.

"Hello Madam," he said, though the words felt rather crunchy in his mouth. He didn't like that so he shut up quickly, and leaned against the railing of the stairs. He hadn't been to the nurse or hospital wing much outside of run-ins with Peeves, so he wasn't too sure what to do. Aware that he was talking to someone who deserved at least a little respect, his tone had changed slightly, like he was speaking with a Professor.

"Um...the stairs are talking," he offered up lamely, as if that might be of some use to the nurse, "Oh, and she--" Addison hoped that the wobbling figure was indeed a girl, though her outfit kept changing around in his head. "--um, is all wobbley."

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"I'm fine!" Sloane reiterated to the nurse to cast a look over her shoulder while examining Mr. Chatham. No wobbles whatsoever here. "I found him like this ma'am." She added. "Maybe fifteen minutes ago. I was going to bring him up, but we weren't making much headway on the stairs." And by much, she meant nothing whatsoever. They were talking after all.

That was all she could add though as she watched the nurse conjured a stretcher. Sloane had been there before too. That was serious business. She grimaced a little, but there wasn't much she could do about it now. "I think you're in very capable hands, Mr. Chatham, good luck." The nurse was far more than capable of handling this. She probably already knew what the problem was and how to solve it.

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   Addison Chatham

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"Thank you for your help, Miss." Addison said as the nurse helped him onto the stretcher. The stairs continued to babble, but hopefully the nurse could fix him up. He had a good amount of trust in the workers of Hogwarts. His sister had thought them quite helpful, he remembered.

With a grateful nod towards the wobbley girl, he rested his head back on the stretcher. Whatever had happened was hopefully reversible, or at least would be able to be mostly fixed. He waved a little as he passed by, feeling a little embarrassed but also glad to be out of the situation.

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