“And by then I shall probably be half-blind as well as batty, and not notice if there were anything wrong with you even if your skin was green,” Rommy chuckled, between munching. Truthfully, by that point they would have both been ousted by the hospital as old wanine retirees, too set in their sensible old ways to keep up with new healing advances. Or, the alternative, as Malou described -
“My, you would make just the perfect Hogwarts nurse one day, wouldn’t you?” she added, joking. “When you have quite tired of the workload and find yourself needing new people to grumble at. I was always terrified of ending up in the Hospital Wing.” But that was only half the school nurses’ fault, and again Rommy’s allergies towards carelessness or carefree-ness, whichever it was. It was only in joking about these weary possibilities of their future, in which she would begin to dislike her career - one of the dearest things in both their lives, clearly - that Rosamund started to wonder whether it was a mistake not to be searching for the chance to settle with a husband and have a family. (She wondered whether her mother had not been very clever to secure the family first when she was young and eligible and continue with her healing after; Rommy supposed her prospects would be more declined than they already were when she was a strict spinster of fifty-five.)
She quieted a little. Saying that out loud would make this a very depressing lunch.
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“My, you would make just the perfect Hogwarts nurse one day, wouldn’t you?” she added, joking. “When you have quite tired of the workload and find yourself needing new people to grumble at. I was always terrified of ending up in the Hospital Wing.” But that was only half the school nurses’ fault, and again Rommy’s allergies towards carelessness or carefree-ness, whichever it was. It was only in joking about these weary possibilities of their future, in which she would begin to dislike her career - one of the dearest things in both their lives, clearly - that Rosamund started to wonder whether it was a mistake not to be searching for the chance to settle with a husband and have a family. (She wondered whether her mother had not been very clever to secure the family first when she was young and eligible and continue with her healing after; Rommy supposed her prospects would be more declined than they already were when she was a strict spinster of fifty-five.)
She quieted a little. Saying that out loud would make this a very depressing lunch.
