#9 - Healing Magic

'Of course Madam Pomfrey, I do apologize about being in pain,' Finley couldn't help but bite out, as the moved to one of the empty beds, glaring at the woman. What was up that day and every adult being just so incredibly mean to her?

Snape, the Gryffindor could understand, but it wasn't like Finn hexed people and jumped to the front of the queue.

'No, Madam Pomfrey, nothing else,' she rolled her eyes and eyed the bowl with curiosity.

As soon as the matron moved away, Finley dunked her nettle-ridden arm into the bowl. It was so very cold! It did seem to work. Not instantaneously, but the effect could be felt right away.

Finn sighed in relief, her teeth chattering as she held her arm in the weird-looking light-green liquid. The instructions gave her some time to think this through.

Yes, Madam Pomfrey seemed to be in an incredibly awful mood today, but if the Gryffindor hadn't been such a klutz and so stubborn, she could have been in and out. Probably wouldn't be in so much pain either.

Ruminating on the events of the day so far, Finn dropped her head next to the bowl. This decision wasn't one of her best, she decided. Maybe next time, because let's face it, there would be a next time, Finn should have come to the Hospital Wing immediately.

No family house elves or mothers with kind touch could be found at Hogwarts.

Twenty minutes passed and Finley's arm was as good as new. Finn looked at it in wonder, if she weren't in so much pain, she'd never believe anything actually happened to her.

Now came the problem of her leg, as it throbingly reminded her. Madam Pomfrey didn't give her a larger bowl or a bucket for her to dunk her leg into, but if Finn sat on the bed and put the bowl on it, she could shimmy her leg into the liquid sideways.

Maybe she'd spill some of the liquid, but really, it was Madam Pomfrey's fault for not providing her with something larger.

Finn took off her boot and socks and with soft whimpers, rolled back the leg of her trousers as much as possible. It was an unpleasant and rather painful task. She did succeed, eventually, and with some ingenious contortion, managed to put the leg into the bowl, the liquid barely covering the rash.

Once again, the effect was felt almost immediately. Finn softly hummed to herself, now calmer when she saw that whatever the liquid was, worked. And so the allotted time passed.

The Gryffindor carefully put the bowl back onto the rolling table, pulled down her trouser leg, put on socks and her boots then lightly jumped onto the feet.

She rolled her ankle and shook her leg to test the strength of her leg, but it was as good as new, just like the arm.

Finley wondered whether she should say something to the matron, but the woman still hadn't emerged from the place behind the curtain.

Shrugging her shoulders, Finn moved the table to a visible spot, but still out of the way before turning towards the door and leaving the Hospital Wing.

She still had some places to visit before returning to her least favourite professor.


(OOC: Exit.)