a kingdom of isolation (francesca)

[Adé Lamoureux]

Adé was tired as all hell, having been dealing with several little injuries and accidents all day; while she was happy that there was no particularly difficult patient to contend with as yet, a lot of easy issues felt more tiring to her than one difficult one would have, she thought. She'd been let off duty for about fifteen minutes, so she'd come up to the tearoom to catch a break. She walked into the room, and made her way straight to the counter. While it was technically styled as the 'visitors' tearoom', a lot of the Healers, too, sometimes visited the place when they had a break, since it was convenient.

Getting her cup of tea from the lady behind the counter, she smiled at her and set it down on a table for two. There were a few other people in the room as well - some visitors, some Healers - but it wasn't very crowded, since visiting hours had only just begun. She didn't think she knew any of the people there particularly well, so she just sat down on the empty table and began to sip her tea. She'd always liked green tea; she found it more effective to wake her up than coffee for some reason.

She looked around the room one more time, trying to see if she knew anyone there, even just vaguely. If so, she could try to strike up a conversation with them, because she didn't particularly feel like being alone just that moment. Not seeing anyone, she shrugged and was about to lose herself in her thoughts again, when suddenly someone very familiar walked in.

Ms. Zabini; of course it had to be her. Adé had been assigned to Francesca Zabini to be trained when she first joined the hospital. Quite honestly, she was half the reason why Adé took her job so seriously. She'd pushed her a lot and been extremely hard on her, which had motivated her to work better. Adé had been a little terrified of her initially, but now she looked up to the older girl a lot, even if she did still intimidate her. She supposed she should try and get to know her better; so against her better judgement, she called out, "Ms. Zabini?" She wasn't expecting a reply, though.

[Francesca Zabini]

[ooc: ah, love thanks for starting this. also, this is going to be very rough. i'm so out of practice and she's a new character. sorry babe!]

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Long. Long and tiring. Long, tiring, and frustrating were quite possibly the only adjectives Frannie could use to describe her day. She'd come in obscenely early - 4am to be exact, in order to cover for another healer, who had business to attend. Currently, she majorly regretted that decision. Hell she'd regretted it at 6am. A time when most people were just waking for the day, but she'd already dealt with three exploded cauldrons, a mean case of puking pastels gone wrong, and bone regrowth (an area that she wasn't completely confident in). The mantra currently floating about in her head was a broken record of "why me." She was afraid to sit; to relax and exhale because she knew once she did, someone else would call her name and she'd be off into the proverbial battle of endless injuries once again. Alone in the break room for the first time in what seemed like ever, Fran sat. She brushed a hand through her long brown curls, which she was certain had frizzed out completely, and sat her head down on the table in front of her.

All was quiet for a few moment when she heard the rumble. Her stomach. Blinking back her frustration and sitting up, Fran pulled her hair back best she could into a pony tail, and then began to rummage around the room for any left over food. She knew that she'd left some biscuits around somewhere, but whether or not they'd expired remained to be determined. After mere moments of shuffling through cupboard after cabinet, Francesca gave up. She didn't have any idea what time it was, but knew that she needed to eat.

Against her better judgement Fran shuffled on down to the cafeteria, restlessness over taking her as she mumbled the customary hellos to passerbys, all while trying to look alive. only one hour left she told herself as she pattered over to a line and grabbed a sandwich and a bottle of water. Not exactly what she'd had in mind, but it was much better than stale biscuits had she found those. She was on her way over to an empty table when she heard someone call out her last name.

Francesca's green eyes searched around the room, looking for the owner of the voice when she found one of the newer girls, a girl she'd been assigned to mentor, sitting alone. Fran knew she had two decisions, continue her antisocial ways and slumber over to an empty table and try to not fall asleep, or sit and make small talk. She didn't really want to talk, but then again she didn't want others to see her sleeping, so talk it was. Cross the room she smiled at Adé, that was her name right? She was pretty certain it was, but considering that she could barely remember her own name right now, she couldn't be sure . . . So she smiled, and then nodded at the seat in front of the girl.

"Adé, right? Seat's taken?" she asked, but didn't want for a proper answer; she sat down, her feet too tired to stand much longer.

[Adé Lamoureux]

When Adé heard Francesca reply to her - which she really wasn't expecting - she smiled and was about to say that no, the seat wasn't taken, when she dropped into the seat anyway. She looked too tired even to stand, as if she'd been working for days without a break. "Are you... okay?" she asked tentatively. "I mean obviously you aren't, you look really tired. Lot of work?" God, Adé, stop with the blindingly obvious questions, she thought. But anyway, she didn't know much about Francesca since they hadn't interacted much (well, at all) outside of work, so she might as well get to talking. She hoped she wasn't one of those people who'd snark at you every chance they got, because while it was funny occasionally, it certainly wasn't when you were tired and wanted to do nothing more than pass out on the nearest flat surface.

Seeing the sandwich and the bottle of water that Francesca had set down on the tray, she frowned slightly. The older witch looked so tired that she should probably have been having something like tea or coffee to keep her awake and going. It was after all just the middle of the day and neither of them could quite afford not to work just then. "Ma'am.. I'm sorry if I'm being rude, but do you want some tea or coffee?" she asked. "It'll probably help you to stay awake, because like I said, you seem in quite a bad shape right now." She wasn't quite sure how well Francesca would take the advice, but she offered it anyway. She hoped she wouldn't think she was stupid or rude or insolent or a combination of the three.