Nicotine, analgesics and muggle medicine
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The only seventh year female prefect from the house of Ravenclaw, sat chewing the tip of a sugar quill as she revised for her healers aptitude test, which serve as an entrance exam for the discipline.
As she doodled absently on her diagram of a magically shielded healing chamber she heard the tell tale yell of Eleanor warning danger or a crisis in the corridor beyond the common room.
She let her quill hit the carpet as she sprinted towards the portrait and basically dived though the hole onto the stone floor of the corridor. Wand in hand she advanced till she found the bloodied body. Showing the presence of mind those of Rowena's house is famed for, she picked up the prone teenager. She took the unconscious form and laid her "patient" out on the study desk.
She rolled up her sleeves and punched the emergency button keyed in to the prefect's magical signatures. As the siren wailed the house assembled and Cho began issuing orders.
"Right I need all of you with any healing skills ready and wands primed to slow the flow of blood and hold on to the heartbeat, all those without healing skills taking NEWT level potions to set up as many cauldrons as you can of let's see" She overlooked the body "Blood replenishers , Scar sealing salves and the strongest painkillers and sedatives you can make up in the next hour"
"Right" the teams separated and Set about their tasks, with the younger years preparing ingredients for the potions. Fetching and carrying and all the other tedious tasks required in the treatments.
Cho peeled away the saturated robe revealing the true horror of the injuries caused. After she wiped away the blood the form of a four foot ten inch obviously malnourished female with waist length black hair was revealed.
Cho twirled her wand in a complex series of double helixes and omegas muttering in Mandarin Chinese, as she finished casting there was a blast of purple flame and a spark of energy firing the Chinese witch across the table.
"Shit, Shit, SHIT!" Cho swore as she recognized the material of the chains, nails and choker as Obsidian. "Those devious bastards really didn't like you hun did they"
She turned to a quiet 3rd year whose hobby involved tinkering with muggle electrics to run on magic and said "Right Patrick I need your pliers, you know the ones for the wiring of the alarm. And this is me talking as a friend not as a prefect has anyone got any alcohol."
"Here" a third year boy with a pearl earring threw a bottle of polish vodka to Cho, "why you want it."
"Because they have used obsidian and that bastard stone is volatile when in the presence of magic. I am going to take them out the muggle way and I need the alcohol to sterilize the wounds. Now I need magic negating wards around the area and nothing magical within the field created, and if anyone has the time could they go to my dorm and open up the rosewood compartment of my trunk and bring me the metal box inside. Thanks now let's go." Saying this she stepped away from the prone girl and leaving the alcohol and pliers on the table added her voice to the charms.
As the wards flickered into life she began to remove her clopak and other clothes, "what magical cloths and charms in the material and manufacture" The girl walked into the shielded area naked but for a silk bra in a deep blue and a matching pair of hotpants. The prefect's pale cream skin glistening in the candlelight, she entered the warded area and began the treatment.