Healing Magic

Adele, Seamus, Asher, and Gavin wandered through the vast library in search of Marigold. They hadn’t seen her all day, and Adelaine had a hunch she’d be here. When the boys had incredulously asked her why (yes, even Ravenclaw lads were still lads) she had replied ”Because, that’s where I would be.” Either there or the Quidditch Pitch. So, on they searched, each taking turns carrying the hot plate of food, until finally they found her.

“Ta healin’ section, eh?” Seamus laughed, sitting down. “Can’ deal wit ta leg?”

“You should really leave a note next time you go missing,” Gavin joked, plopping down by Seamus.

Asher snatched the plate from Adelaine and set it down in front of Marigold as he (unsurprisingly) slid into the chair next to her. It looked as though her friend had read every book on the shelf. Taking a seat across from her, in between Seamus and Gavin, Adele reached out and grabbed one of the books strewn across the table. This one was called The Secret Art Of Healing. Not exactly one she’d have chosen herself.

“So, found anything to fix your leg?” she asked with a chuckle, flipping through pages.

Adele noted the tone Marigold had when she replied to Seamus. Was she put out with him for some reason? Adelaine mentally shrugged and listened to the conversation pan out. Marigold was planning on performing the spell herself? Never a good idea.

“I think they’re a bit concerned because it can go terribly wrong,” Adele said bluntly, flipping through the pages of a book. “You should never perform a healing spell on yourself, you want someone who’s rather advanced to do it. Or at least someone who can point the wand straight at the injury.”

As she stared at a page with illustrations of a man with smoking ears, she felt the third years’ eyes on her. Tapping her fingers on the table, she looked up slowly, her eyes shifting from person to person.

“What…?” she asked, closing the book. " Oh no, not me. Marigold, you need to go to the nurse."

Adele stared sadly at the disappointed look on Marigold’s face. The lads were already out of their seats, oblivious. Marigold never really got opportunities to prove herself; she was always overshadowed by the other Ravenclaws.

“Sit down,” Adelaine said firmly. “Marigold can do this.”

The boys, startled by the command, stood in shock for a moment before hustling back to their seats. Gavin spread out the notes before Marigold, and Asher and Seamus scooted their seats in closer to the table. Adelaine scanned the papers and found the one that described Vulnera Sanentur, pushing it towards her friend.

“Alright then, Marigold,” she said, trying to hide her nervousness. “Give it a go. But remember, make sure your wand is pointing directly at it.”

There was a collective sigh of relief as Marigold successfully healed her leg - at last! Adelaine, of course, hadn't been able to watch; she looked away as soon as the skin began to meld back together.

"Well done, Marigold!" Asher exclaimed, clapping her on the back .

"Really splendid," Gavin added, ever the gentleman.

"Thank goodness," Adele smiled, examining the healed gash.

If that hadn't gone well, the boys would have had her head for encouraging Marigold.

"I really meant wha' I said about ta mediwizard," Seamus insisted, giving her a pat on the shoulder. "I'd go to her righ' now an' show her ye're work!"

The lads nodded in agreement, and Adelaine re-stacked the parchments neatly. Glancing out the window, she noticed how dark it was.

"It must be nearly bedtime," she noted, furrowing her brow. "We'd better get back to the common room, we'll be in for it if we're caught out so late."

With that said, everyone stood and stretched. Seamus and Gavin tossed their robes over their shoulders, and Asher helpfully gathered Marigold's things.

"Anyone up for a trip to the kitchens?" Seamus grinned mischievously.

"Aye, you know I always am," Asher grinned.

"Count me out, I need to study," Adele said with a small smile.