#4 - A Pinch

How often did people need to come here? Gerald thought. He knew most schools had a Hospital wing, but with how dangerous this school seemed, He might have to be here every day even.

"Maybe? Think we could get a recipe then?" Getting a antidote to what they'd go through at this school would be useful. He's already deciding his plans. Duel his friends, Make Potions for various situations. Study, and if he still wanted to try it later,practice Quidditch. That wasn't too much, was it?

"Bees. Bee stings, I mean." Grace said, holding out her arms and hand. "Out by the Forest Path. It's nice in the nature, right?" she smiled innocently. She didn't have any bee allergies, and she considered herself lucky for it. Especially in this situation.

Madam Pomfrey knew she wasn't getting the full story, but they'd given her enough to work with so she could give them the proper treatment they needed. The bees in that area of the grounds were a magical kind, and the stings weren't uncommon - though also only happened when the hives were messed with or stolen from.

The details didn't matter though, as her job was always to heal not punish. 'Have a seat, both of you.' She indicated to a nearby, empty bed. Pomfrey handed them each a tiny makeup-like jar. 'Rub this balm on each spot where you were stung. Rub it well until the spot disappears.' That's all there was to it. From the looks of their injuries, they'd need a whole jar each. The balm caused a brief burning sensation, but not nearly as painful as the stings had likely been.

Once the first years had rubbed balm to heal every spot, even some in awkward places like the back of their necks or where spots might otherwise have been overlooked, Madam Pomfrey checked them over and nodded.

'Well done. You're free to go,' she said. 'I suggest avoiding climbing trees in the Forest Path in the future, though you did the right thing coming to me. Those can get quite nasty if left untreated.' With another nod, she retrieved the empty jars and returned to her duties.