ALLURING || D.M.

Chapter 49

The hospital wing smelled sharply of antiseptic. A kid had knocked over an entire medicine cart near the entrance and her first task was to clean it up with a quick 'Scourgify'. The evening sun slanted through the high windows, catching the dust motes and providing enough light to illuminate her hands adjusting the stack of used bandages Pomfrey has asked her to put away.

The woman was already moving among the cots with speed, arguing with a seventh year for fifteen minutes already on how he still had to wait a week before playing quidditch again. Lilianne's neck was pulled back in a severe bun much unlike herself in an effort to seem professional. She approached a tall blonde checking a chart against his chest, reading over and over the three pages it had already. "New girl, right?" He said as he caught her in his peripheral.

"Yeah" Lestrange guessed she was new, to the infirmary that is. "Finn Maurer, nice to meet you" He turned quickly to offer a handshake, putting the chart away too as he now focused on the child still laying on the bed before them. She took it, that was the third trainee she had met so far, "Lilianne, anything I can assist with?" her voice carried as the boy turned over his bandaged arm.

Maurer picked on the safety pins that held the dressing, "Uhh, sure, can you hand me that?" he pointed to a greenish bottle from the tray beside the cot that she had in her hands in less than a minute. He exhaled with a casual smile at her enthusiasm, "Potions accident, Finchley Horace, hufflepuff first year, second degree burn on the right arm" he handed her the chart as he pointed to the wound he was slowly uncovering.

The thin hufflepuff boy winced as he tried to lift his arm with a badly set burn on around his elbow. The dressing Maurer had applied earlier was damp in places, and the boy's hand flexed shut and open to relax his arm. She nodded as he crouched slightly to completely take off the cloth and discard it, "Serum's for around the burn and we gotta bandage again" he signalled to the waiting boy.

As though she had just woken up, she leaned to pour some drops of what she recognized was some sort of replenishing potion around the burn, careful to not touch the centre but put it around the darker spots to keep the skin hydrated, calculating it'd take at least a couple more weeks to fully heal. "We're not using the regular replenishing potion because..." She doubted. The burn sizzled faintly, the skin blanching slightly under the liquid.

"He was using mandrake root, even after a cleanse there could be residue and that reacts badly to the regular one" Finn spoke casually, though she felt it was the most obvious thing in the world and she had admittedly not been aware of it. "Uhh" Lestrange stretched for the clean bandage but doubted since it was supposed to be Maurer's patient.

"Sure, go ahead" He waved his hand as he began ticking a few boxes on the boy's chart, updating the time and procedure. Lilianne held the cream fabric on the upper arm, encircling around the boy's skin, "It's going to be too loose, you've got to tighten the start" he said when he checked her work.

Biting her tongue she redid the dressing, slower this time, making sure her thumb pressed tightly on the beginning until she clicked the safety pins. A soft smile crossed over as she saw Madam Pomfrey in the following bed, there was no warmth, but there was a faint trace of approval, like a slight nod that could have been lost if you blinked.

"You've got to be here first thing tomorrow morning, I'll redo this and then again after lunch" Finn said to Finchley who was now fiddling with the back robe next to him, "You can go now" he said calmly as the girl beside him offered the boy a smile. "This..." He picked the papers, leaving the empty clipboard on the holder, "Goes here" he walked with Lilianne on his tail as he placed them in a folder over a desk at the end of the room, "And you're finished with your first patient".

Lestrange nodded with ease, "Thank you" she said, surprised at how less tragic it'd been. Finn nodded and moved to the first occupied cot on sight, greeting shortly the tired girl sitting and again reviewing the chart first. "You can follow along, this is seriously empty" He commented, this time addressing Lily, "Rawes, fill the damn charts!" he told the boy moving a cart over to the front section who just waved his hand dismissively. Pomfrey turned with a disapproving glare.