September 27th, 1895 — St. Mungo's

After nearly a fortnight of being cursed, Barnabas decided the home remedies and that one teashop in Hogsmeade weren't going to remove it anytime soon. Rather begrudgingly, he'd gone to the hospital to have proper treatment. It would have been better if the welcome witch hadn't laughed at him, nor at the handprint that he'd left on his own face due to his reaction to her laugh. It still stung; likely a bright red outline of his hand could be seen on his cheek.

His cane clicked against the floor tiles as he made his way to the waiting area. It had been surprisingly empty, only a woman and an annoyingly fussy infant in her arms. Without warning, she rushed at him, blurting some excuse he couldn't quite catch before she took off. Then she was gone and said fussy infant was now in his arm. What the devil? How had... how had she been so bloody fast?

"Ma'am!" He shouted after her, "I don't know who you think I am, but I do not want this!" The shouting seemed to have startled the infant. Its chubby face crinkled up and suddenly it was scream-crying. Barnabas stared at it in complete bewilderment. What was he to do now? Return it, he needed to return it. Though he didn't know if handing it back to a mother who had dumped it in a stranger's arms was the best choice, either. Either way, he carried the surprisingly loud thing in one arm, like a sack of potatoes—having no idea how it was supposed to be held—while using his other arm to maneuver his cane in an attempt to chase the woman down.

Tabitha Chevalier

  

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Barnabas walks with a cane. Set by Lady.

Tabi had been on her way back to the Potions ward from the breakroom when a woman went rushing by her and into the lavatory. Uh oh, that probably wasn't good. It was then that the wailing of a small child hit her ears and she hesitated to see which person she should check on first. Hopefully the woman would be alright, so Tabi would circle back. The powder room door was closed anyway, so it wasn't like she could barge in to check.

Making her way toward the waiting area, she saw a gentleman with a young child held awkwardly in his arm. "Oh my," was all she could manage, eyes wide and brow furrowed with concern. "Do you need some help?" Tabi wasn't sure who was more flustered, the child or the gentleman, so she spoke gently, approaching slowly, wildly unsure as to what was causing the upset.

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Barnaby Wye has blanket permission to interrupt Tabi's threads, please reach out if you do NOT want this to happen!

Barnabas Skeeter

Barnabas wasn't one who drooled after women. They were generally a means to an end, though there had been a few standouts in his life (none of whom were still in his life, notably.) There had been times when he'd made a fool of himself, of course—not that he'd admit it—but for the most part he had his world, and they had theirs. When the most beautiful woman he had ever seen appeared before him. For a moment, everything fell away and the only thing that existed was her. She opened her perfect lips to speak to him (her voice just as soft and lovely as she was.) It was enough to bring him back to himself, holding the still wailing infant.

"I don't know that help is the right word for it," he had to speak at a louder volume than normal just so she could hear him over the racket. What was it he even needed? The mother, who'd run off, for one. And a change of clothes for the other, since the infant had smeared tears and snot and whatever else came out of them all over his pristine sleeve. Perhaps he should offer some clarification. "A strange woman just ran off, tossing her baby at me as she passed by. I've no idea who she is, nor do I know what to do with..." Barnabas glanced down at the noise-maker.

  

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Barnabas walks with a cane. Set by Lady.