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Post by Jules on Feb 23, 2008 11:21:40 GMT -5
Finest Doctor? Ha! There was only one, and Camilla didn't even have her docterate. She'd been curing people with wishes and while that worked, it was exhausting and recently she'd lost faith in her abilities. Which was why, looking at the hastily scrawled note, she was laughing nervously. Just her luck that when her confidence was shattered, she would be asked to heal a critically injured crown prince.
Camilla seriously considered not going. And then she seriously considered a nervous breakdown. Jack Ira. She hadn't talked to that man in ages. She'd not been his fairy Godmother for just as long.
It wasn't enough, her wishing. Critically injured...she couldn't just make something out of nothing. She wasn't God. If there was no healing already happening, she wouldn't be able to do much. So she grabbed a black bag filled with essentials and threw her white coat on (people were much more willing to listen, even Nightmares, when she was wearing that white coat. Just ask Stanely Milgram).
Taking out her wand with the other hand, Camilla whipped it around and dissapeared in a implosion of glitter.
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