"Rebecca!" Poppy Pomfrey came rushing down the stairs, pulling off
her medical use dragon hide gloves and mask. "You look so different from
when I last saw you." She enveloped Rebecca in a huge hug.
"That's because it's a disguise, Poppy. People still think I'm a murderer."
Rebecca and Poppy had been roommates at Randolph's Medical Seminary of Magery, located in New Zealand. Poppy had only wanted to become a nurse, but Rebecca stayed on to become a doctor, much to her parents pride.
"Oh, you're not a murderer." Poppy patted her on the arm and then began to lead her up the stairs. "You're staying with me."
"I know I'M not a murder, Po," Rebecca said, allowing herself to be dragged up the stairs, "but I'M not the one I have to convince about my innocence!"
"Of course not." Poppy said, as they arrived at the suite off the infirmary. The castle had managed to think ahead, and now another room lay there, with a door off to the left. "I guess that's your room. You can take off the awful disguise, get suited up, and then perhaps we can get started?"
Rebecca opened the door and walked inside. It was nice, not very spacious, but the bed seemed to take up most of the space. It was enormous. Comfy-looking, too. "Actually I was thinking maybe I could check in on Rachel. Did she know I was coming?"
Poppy was glad Rebecca couldn't see her face. She cringed, and bit her tongue before answering. "You can see her soon. But I think the patients take top priority."
Rebecca nodded. "Yes, yes, you're right. I guess I'm just lucky Rachel isn't sick, right?"
It was all Poppy could do to keep from telling her. But she didn't know how, so she kept silent.
Rebecca walked out of her room wearing no more fingernails, back to her brown hair, blue eyes, and wearing regular heels and a cotton robe. She had pulled on her gloves, put on her mask, and tied her hair up to keep it out of her face.
"I guess we should test 'em first just to be sure. I know you already did that, but since I'm the newest one arriving.."
"And my superior" Poppy muttered under her breath. Poppy had wanted to study to be a doctor, really, she did, but an illness in the family made her miss a lot of class and only make nurse.
"I have to do it as well, because it's a..."
"Standard practise." Poppy finished, having pulled on her equipment too. "I know the drill dear. It hasn't been THAT long."
"Of course, of course. Let's go."
Both muggle and magical forms of medicine had borrowed aspects from each other. While magical medicine was usually less messy, and painful, it had borrowed the use of splints, bandages, and most recently, blood testing and vaccines. Muggle medicine had recently picked up some "potions" of their own, from the day when witches and wizards blended more with the non- magic kind, and herbal cures were more everyday.
Poppy, or Po, as was her school-day nickname, held the marked vials Rebecca filled with the patients blood, using a self sanitizing painless syringe. Poppy was shaking, because she knew what lay at the end of the endless row of beds, waiting to have their arm pricked.
Rebecca slowly filled up each new vial placed on her syringe. Poppy held the patient down, not really caring that much about the vials, because they were unbreakable, but did focus on keeping the labels covered.
They had about three beds left when Dumbledore walked in. He wore a mask and a gloves as well.
"Ladies?"
"Hello." Poppy said, Rebecca merely nodded, until she finished the patient, and then she turned around to greet him.
"Headmaster."
"How's it coming?" Dumbledore appeared a little worried.
"Oh, it's going swimmingly! I think I'm just going to finish up, then I'm going to talk to Rachel. I heard she didn't know I was coming."
Dumbledore shot Madame Pomfrey a look, and mouthed "You didn't tell her?"
Poppy shook her head and put a finger to her lips.
"Well," Dumbledore said, I think you'll be seeing her very soon..." He began to back slowly out of the room. "Poppy, could you come with me please? Just hand her the last few vials, and let's have a little talk. Shall we?"
They hurried from the room. Rebecca pulled the privacy curtain away from the second to last patient, took a sample, and then pulled the curtain away from the last one.
All was silent except for the sound of the last vial dropping on the floor. It seemed to echo through the infirmary. Rebecca said "No, I can't." And then fainted dead away.
"That's because it's a disguise, Poppy. People still think I'm a murderer."
Rebecca and Poppy had been roommates at Randolph's Medical Seminary of Magery, located in New Zealand. Poppy had only wanted to become a nurse, but Rebecca stayed on to become a doctor, much to her parents pride.
"Oh, you're not a murderer." Poppy patted her on the arm and then began to lead her up the stairs. "You're staying with me."
"I know I'M not a murder, Po," Rebecca said, allowing herself to be dragged up the stairs, "but I'M not the one I have to convince about my innocence!"
"Of course not." Poppy said, as they arrived at the suite off the infirmary. The castle had managed to think ahead, and now another room lay there, with a door off to the left. "I guess that's your room. You can take off the awful disguise, get suited up, and then perhaps we can get started?"
Rebecca opened the door and walked inside. It was nice, not very spacious, but the bed seemed to take up most of the space. It was enormous. Comfy-looking, too. "Actually I was thinking maybe I could check in on Rachel. Did she know I was coming?"
Poppy was glad Rebecca couldn't see her face. She cringed, and bit her tongue before answering. "You can see her soon. But I think the patients take top priority."
Rebecca nodded. "Yes, yes, you're right. I guess I'm just lucky Rachel isn't sick, right?"
It was all Poppy could do to keep from telling her. But she didn't know how, so she kept silent.
Rebecca walked out of her room wearing no more fingernails, back to her brown hair, blue eyes, and wearing regular heels and a cotton robe. She had pulled on her gloves, put on her mask, and tied her hair up to keep it out of her face.
"I guess we should test 'em first just to be sure. I know you already did that, but since I'm the newest one arriving.."
"And my superior" Poppy muttered under her breath. Poppy had wanted to study to be a doctor, really, she did, but an illness in the family made her miss a lot of class and only make nurse.
"I have to do it as well, because it's a..."
"Standard practise." Poppy finished, having pulled on her equipment too. "I know the drill dear. It hasn't been THAT long."
"Of course, of course. Let's go."
Both muggle and magical forms of medicine had borrowed aspects from each other. While magical medicine was usually less messy, and painful, it had borrowed the use of splints, bandages, and most recently, blood testing and vaccines. Muggle medicine had recently picked up some "potions" of their own, from the day when witches and wizards blended more with the non- magic kind, and herbal cures were more everyday.
Poppy, or Po, as was her school-day nickname, held the marked vials Rebecca filled with the patients blood, using a self sanitizing painless syringe. Poppy was shaking, because she knew what lay at the end of the endless row of beds, waiting to have their arm pricked.
Rebecca slowly filled up each new vial placed on her syringe. Poppy held the patient down, not really caring that much about the vials, because they were unbreakable, but did focus on keeping the labels covered.
They had about three beds left when Dumbledore walked in. He wore a mask and a gloves as well.
"Ladies?"
"Hello." Poppy said, Rebecca merely nodded, until she finished the patient, and then she turned around to greet him.
"Headmaster."
"How's it coming?" Dumbledore appeared a little worried.
"Oh, it's going swimmingly! I think I'm just going to finish up, then I'm going to talk to Rachel. I heard she didn't know I was coming."
Dumbledore shot Madame Pomfrey a look, and mouthed "You didn't tell her?"
Poppy shook her head and put a finger to her lips.
"Well," Dumbledore said, I think you'll be seeing her very soon..." He began to back slowly out of the room. "Poppy, could you come with me please? Just hand her the last few vials, and let's have a little talk. Shall we?"
They hurried from the room. Rebecca pulled the privacy curtain away from the second to last patient, took a sample, and then pulled the curtain away from the last one.
All was silent except for the sound of the last vial dropping on the floor. It seemed to echo through the infirmary. Rebecca said "No, I can't." And then fainted dead away.
