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Chapter 28
Hadrian Potter.
A unique name.
Rosalie's…'best-friend' was a frail girl with pastel coloured skin, black, short cropped hair and eyes as green as emeralds.
Carlisle knew better than to judge by appearances only.
But even so, she looked virtually harmless.
And she did make for pleasant company.
Carlisle's lips quirked into a smile as Hadrian recounted a tale of her school days. Something or the other about a Professor Lockhart and how all her female classmates were taken with him – much like how the females of this town were taken with him apparently.
How refreshing.
It wasn't often that a human female was so comfortable and outspoken in his presence (without making any untoward advances that is).
Carlisle could see why Rosalie was starting to care for Hadrian (though she may loathe to admit it).
No doubt Rosalie was drawn in by the air of confidence the young female exuded and Carlisle could see how the girl's unpretentious character and sense of humour was slowly chipping away at the cold exterior Rosalie had become famous for.
The more Carlisle spoke with Hadrian the less she seemed like a Volturi spy. In fact Alice's proclamation of her being (becoming) Rosalie's best friend seemed more probable.
Hmm.
Edward would no doubt be displeased if he picked up on that line of thought. As would Jasper, though he'd be more likely to accept it (due largely in part to Alice).
"Dr. Cullen," Hadrian began from her place on the examination bed, "I won't have to be here for long will I?"
"Not fond of the hospitals?" he asked congenially.
"Not particularly," she spoke and Carlisle found his interest peaked by the jaded undertones those words seemed to carry.
And suddenly it seemed as if a new layer of depth had been added to the person that was Hadrian Potter. He watched as her eyes glazed over and her aura shift, reminiscent of the world-weariest of persons, the world-weariest of Vampires.
How interesting.
Carlisle found himself nodding in understanding as he finally set down Hadrian's medical records.
There wasn't much.
He positioned himself before her and began to unbandage her arm.
"She used too many bandages. And though the wound has probably already coagulated, I have no doubt that it's infected. I'll have to prescribe her some antibiotics –"
Carlisle's thoughts came to an abrupt stop as he began to unwrap the final layer of bandages. He brought the forefinger of his left hand to discreetly press under his nostrils, as his right hand continued to work dexterously on the bandage.
"That scent."
When finally all the bandages were removed, a particular scent, undetectable by human senses, but all too noticeable to his advanced ones, wafted throughout the office.
He knew that pungent odour.
Carlisle's eyes glinted as he gazed upon Harry, studying her all over again, closely.
Because he knew that scent.
"Wolf."
Word Count: 479
A/N: Harry basically stinks. And yes, it took up until Carlisle unbandaged her arm to smell the wolf. As to why, I'm going with the excuse that she smelt mainly of fox, she had slathered on a healing balm that also covered the wolfy smell a bit, she also has that mechanic smell going on for her and of course there is the hospital smell to take into consideration. So those are all of my excuses...
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