To Tame A Wild Heart || Book One (An Open SS Fan fiction)

CHAPTER 3 : A Magical Tinkerbell Class*

Reminder:

Paragraph in italic is past memories.

Single quotations signifies whatever is on a character's mind or Florina speaking to Rose in her mind.

Florina's POV:

The second night rolled in sooner than I expected. It was mostly me and Rose planning for my first class which was with the first years. Innocent fresh minds will have their high hopes for their new teacher so I vowed to do my best and not let them down.

But as I tried hard to concentrate on preparing for my class, I couldn't forget the emotional abuse that I endured from the cranky Potions master. My healers used to warn me that the recovery process is never easy, and while I will get sympathy and support from people, there will always be others who will use it against me. 

"Now Florina," Miss Ruby Robinson, my red haired brown eyed healer was filling my discharge papers "always remember that you have a great potential. I have never seen a patient heal and get back on their feet as quickly as you."

"It's all thanks to you Ruby and your amazing staff," I grinned. I was sitting front of her extremely happy and full of life ready to face the world again.

She looked up and smiled, "It's our job no need to thank us. But I must warn you. It's not easy keeping up with this progress. There will come times where you feel down again. If that ever happens or if that feeling starts getting worse, please contact me at once."

I nodded, "Don't worry I will," she gave me her card as I took it gladly.

I tilted my head slightly puzzled, "But what kind of feelings are we talking about exactly?"

She looked up at me again, "Just the general symptoms really. Feeling sad, uneasy or just generally restless. Not wanting to eat or look good whether in public or alone. Cannot sleep or having nightmares even after you took your dreamless potions."

"And always remember to take your healing potions on time. I have magically marked them so you know which one is which and their timings. It can be quite confusing I know," she gave me a serious look, "I have also placed a pamphlet with your belongings so make sure you read it before you leave."

I nodded once more as she scribbled away, "Your potions will change colours according to the time of day. So your nightly potions will be black and dark blue and your morning ones will be sunrise and dawn colours."

"I really can't thank you enough," I beamed.

She was a mother like figure to me during my stay in St. Mungo's. As a healer, it was her job to look after and heal her patients but she wasn't doing it just out of duty but more like a patient herself.

She would frequently put herself into her patients shoes, she knows how they feel; what ails them; hurts them and how it brought them discomfort.

She wasn't the prettiest out of the staff, short and slightly overweight with pale skin, a mole on her cheek and square spectacles. But she was certainly the kindest one I have ever met in my entire short life.

"So what are your plans when you get freed?" she asked still focused on the papers she was filling.

I sighed, "Well for starters I won't return back to my house when I get discharged. I don't have a house to go to. But I will go somewhere else, surely the staff told you by now."

The witch looked up at me shocked, "No they damn well didn't. Those careless weasels!" she exclaimed hitting her fist on paper startling me "Why are you getting discharged then and where will you be going? Is this about the vacancy dilemma because it's a total lie. We still have empty rooms left, it's not like yours is making the whole facility crowded. And besides you shouldn't be staying alone-"