Hi!
I didn't really get to write much yesterday and today, because my celleague died this morning, so I wasn't really in the mood to write (meaning I have some major catching up to do this week).
Jill
Daisy walked her way to the hospital wing, since she was one of the few in her year that wanted to become a healer, madam Abbott had gracefully let her practice in the hospital wing, during her free hours. She had a feeling however that professor Longbottom was behind it, but for once she couldn't care less. He had seen the enthusiastic expression she wore on her face when she had talked about it in their career choice interview, she would almost call it sweet of her head of House. She wouldn't however, because she could also clearly remember her interview from the bad sides, like how he told her she might want to change her mind because she wasn't smart enough. That she didn't get the grades –she made sure of that- didn't mean she wasn't smart. He had some damage control to do after all, so it was her pride that stopped her from thanking the professor.
"Good morning madam Abbott," Daisy said with a smile on her face when she had entered the white room. The beds stared at her from the door she had just closed. She smiled at the woman in charge of the hospital wing.
"Good morning," madam Abbott said with a smile on her face. Her blond hair, was done in a ponytail, so it wouldn't be in her face. She was about the same age as her parents, since her mother had told her she was in her year. Her blue eyes had a twinkle in her eyes, like she really liked what she did. Was that twinkle in her eyes too when she talked about wanting to become a healer?
"What can I do for you?" Daisy asked, while she couldn't wait to get started. Madam Abbott, smiled back at the girl in front of her. She had the natural motherly feeling around her, Daisy felt right at home.
"Would you mind sorting the storage?" madam Abbott asked with a unsure look on her face. Daisy nodded her agreement. She hadn't anticipated to help in the healing in itself, since she had no experience, she got to do the things she had already thought she had to do. She didn't mind to do those things, because it meant she could get to see madam Abbott in action, when there really would be someone in here.
"I don't mind," Daisy said, just to be sure, madam Abbott knew, she really didn't mind. She walked to the storage room and started her job, but before she asked, "Would you mind telling me when it's time for me to go?"
"Of course, I will keep check of the time," madam Abbott said to the Gryffindor girl. It was a good thing madam Abbott wasn't like her mother, because her mother had nothing good to say about the healer, while madam Abbott was nothing but nice to her.
"Thank you," Daisy said and then got started on organizing the storage.
"I don't know what happened, he just got a nosebleed out the middle of nowhere," Fred's voice carried to the storage room. Her curiosity peaked, when she recognized his voice. Who had a nosebleed? Daisy dusted her hands on her clothes, since there was a lot of dust in the storage, before she walked towards the door to investigate. She quietly stood in the doorway, so she could observe without being seen, unless they would accidently look her way. Potter was sitting on a bed, his hand on his nose, but it clearly didn't stop the bleeding since his face was red from the blood.
"Come in, just sit on the bed," madam Abbott said calmly. Daisy admired the healer, for her calm state, she knew madam Abbott did it, so Fred and Potter wouldn't worry. Madam Abbott helped Potter on the bed, before she saw Daisy standing in the door opening and sending her pupil a wink. So it actually looked worse than it was. Daisy crossed her arms in front of her chest before she leaned on the doorway.
"Let me get you the potion that should stop this," madam Abbott said, while she rolled the curtains around the bed and walked to where Daisy was standing. Daisy smiled at the healer and stepped out of the way, so madam Abbott could pass trough. She realized too late, that she wasn't going to the storage room, but actually went that way to go to Daisy. "What do you think happened?"
Daisy chuckled, the reason was obvious and she realized now that madam Abbott knew too. "Since Fred is with him, I think it has something to do with some sweets his father sells," Daisy told her thoughts. Madam Abbott chuckled and nodded her head.
"That's exactly what I think happened," the healer said with a smile on her face. She went in the storage room and collected a vial, Daisy hadn't been able to place, since there wasn't a label on it. She put her finger in front of her lips, to tell her to keep quiet. "There is water with vinegar in this vial. Harmless, but the taste is disgusting."
Daisy put her hand on her mouth to stop the laughter from escaping. Madam Abbott had a good sense of humor, she hadn't thought the healer had it in her. The joke was on the two boys on the other side of the curtain. She didn't even know, why the boys did it. They could have just gotten out of class and use the other side of the sweet when they were in the hallway. Why would they actually go to the hospital wing?
"Do you want to look when he take his 'medicine'?" Madam Abbott asked the blonde girl. Daisy nodded her head enthusiastic. It would be priceless to see the look on the boy's face. A chuckle escaped her lips, just by the thought of it.
"Why does the map say she is here when she isn't?" Potter's voice said from the other side of the curtain. Daisy stopped madam Abbott, by putting her hand on the arm of the woman. Who were they talking about and what map?
"I don't know, mate, maybe the map is lying," Fred's voice was heard, confusion clearly clouding his voice. Daisy put her finger for her lips, for the matron to be quiet. It might answer her question why they were here.
"The map never lies," Potter said in frustration. "Daisy Rosier, she had to be in the hospital wing, look it is right here, she is standing right next to us."
"Uh-oh," Fred's voice said, before Daisy pulled the curtains to show herself. It would have been comical if it was a different situation. Potter still had a hand on his nose, while he held a piece of parchment in his other hand. The piece of parchment she had seen him put in his pocket countless of times. She grabbed the parchment out of his hands and took a look at it. She quickly found the hospital wing and the names on it. James Potter, Fred Weasley, Hannah Abbott and last but not least Daisy Rosier.
