Name (Nickname): Arienne (Arie)
Attire: **
House/Year: Ravenclaw; 6th year
Wand: Birch, Pegasus feather core, 12 inches, springy
Location: Hospital Wing
Tagging: Anyone!
Time:Tuesday September 5, 2073; Later Afternoon
Part of her training as a healer meant volunteering in the hospital wing. Arienne was relatively adept at treating most common illnesses and injuries, and rarely needed any help at doing so. The only thing she had a hard time treating were spells gone awry and magical incidents, because she hadn't had as much training with those. Arienne could brew Skelegrow and Pepperup potions, and fix broken bones with ease.
As she walked into the Hospital Wing for her shift, she noticed how empty it was. While most other students would probably be ecstatic at the free time, Arienne actually hoped it would be busy. Of course, she didn't want people to be hurt, but she felt it would be a waste of her time babysitting the Hospital wing when she could be doing plenty of other more important things.
Arienne checked the storage closets as she'd been taught, to make sure all the ingredients and potions were properly stocked. Arienne made a note on her clipboard to ask Professor Lupin for more of the strained and pickled murtlap tentacles and bubotuber pus. Seeing that the calming drought was also running low, Arienne wrote that down as well, hoping that she would have the time to brew some herself.
"Bandages, bandages," she murmured, rifling though the drawers until she found them. Next on the checklist was tidying the place and making the beds. Arienne was not a maid and found it extremely disrespectful that the last student here hadn't re-made the beds after the patients had used them. Merlin knows what they'd sued the beds for. She scurried around, making beds, sweeping and opening the windows to get some light in.
At the end of the room there was a small office, open to the hospital wing. Arienne plopped in the chair with a Healing textbook. Her long hair fell to her knees as she hunched over the uncomfortable chair with the book on her lap. She had a two thousand word essay due next week and had yet to start it.
The Healer's Helpmate was a pretty interesting book, and Arienne was reading up on how to cure plant poisoning. The silence was too much for her, so Arienne began to sing a slow, jazzy tune by The Rhythmic Runes as she read. Arienne smiled, finally feeling relaxed and free as she sang.