#7 - Hospital Wing Again

Grace was glad she didn't know anybody in the hospital wing, but they were still all older than her and she didn't want to seem like a firstie baby. She somewhat reluctantly held out her arm for inspection, knowing that Madam Pomfrey was only trying to help. Her own mum was a Healer, so she had a little understanding about the profession.

"A plant bit me." she said, trying not to wince. She wasn't even sure what the plant was called, but she did hope it wasn't poisonous. Or would that be venemous, since the plant was the one that had bitten her arm? Grace considered these things as she waited for Madam Pomfrey to tell her what would happen next.

Grace looked down, wrinkling her nose at the balm's smell. At least it wasn't as bad as it could have been. She could have no arm at all. That would be interesting. Probably very painful, though, and she wouldn't be able to play Quidditch as well. She liked having two arms, anyways. She was always amazed at what healing magic could do, even though her mum was a healer and Grace had always imagined that she would be, too.

"Thanks, Madam Pomfrey!" she filed away the need for some gloves in her brain. She wiggled her arm around with a grin, then started to head out. Before she was completely out of the Hospital wing, though, she wanted to know where she should head next, so she shuffled things in her bag around, looking for the message that had lead her to the hall of mirrors, or whatever it was called.

She pulled the message out, hunched over so no one else could see what she was doing. Hopefully it would tell her how to find the gerodenus and she could figure out what secrets it was hiding.