“Tea,” Jemima echoed, face falling slightly. It was a – disappointing answer, possibly. But if an everyday solution made some difference to her, surely that was good? Or perhaps the mundane prescription was only proof that Dr. Pomfrey thought her ridiculous, and was about ready to be rid of her.
She pursed her lips a little, trying not to let her emotions get the better of her. Maybe if she snivelled all over him he would take her concerns more gravely – but that might injure her dignity beyond repair, because Dr. Pomfrey was far too handsome to cry on; someone in front of whom she would rather not appear blotchy and red-eyed. Confidentiality only went so far, after all, and he was a bachelor to boot.
So maybe he was a genius and her saviour; or maybe he didn’t have the faintest idea what living with these nerves felt like, and she oughtn’t bother with a thing he said. “Have you –” she began tentatively, presuming his answer to this would be just as disheartening to her, “I suppose you’ve never really suffered from nerves, yourself?”
She pursed her lips a little, trying not to let her emotions get the better of her. Maybe if she snivelled all over him he would take her concerns more gravely – but that might injure her dignity beyond repair, because Dr. Pomfrey was far too handsome to cry on; someone in front of whom she would rather not appear blotchy and red-eyed. Confidentiality only went so far, after all, and he was a bachelor to boot.
So maybe he was a genius and her saviour; or maybe he didn’t have the faintest idea what living with these nerves felt like, and she oughtn’t bother with a thing he said. “Have you –” she began tentatively, presuming his answer to this would be just as disheartening to her, “I suppose you’ve never really suffered from nerves, yourself?”
