With spring in full swing and exams fast approaching, Fiona thought it was little wonder that she had any free time to herself these days. She hardly had a moment's peace before another student arrived at her door with springtime sniffles or an upset stomach from nerves. It was little wonder that she was running low on some of her supplies.
She had just sent off another student who had dramatically told Fi that she was dying. The child was fine. She'd forgotten to eat for two days. Fiona had given her the apple she was saving for herself and sent her to the kitchens. Now the hospital wing was blissfully empty for at least a few moments, and Fiona was taking the opportunity to go down to the Greenhouses to ask Professor Skeeter for a restock of some of her tincture ingredients. And if she enjoyed the excellent spring weather while she was outside, well, who could really blame her?
As she was making her way across the grounds, Fi saw an unfamiliar man. Not strictly strange--Hogwarts did get some visitors, after all--but he was alone, so as she came closer, she called out, "Good day, sir. Can I help you?"
She had just sent off another student who had dramatically told Fi that she was dying. The child was fine. She'd forgotten to eat for two days. Fiona had given her the apple she was saving for herself and sent her to the kitchens. Now the hospital wing was blissfully empty for at least a few moments, and Fiona was taking the opportunity to go down to the Greenhouses to ask Professor Skeeter for a restock of some of her tincture ingredients. And if she enjoyed the excellent spring weather while she was outside, well, who could really blame her?
As she was making her way across the grounds, Fi saw an unfamiliar man. Not strictly strange--Hogwarts did get some visitors, after all--but he was alone, so as she came closer, she called out, "Good day, sir. Can I help you?"