Magic? || Years 5-7

Mon Louve: Year 5

"Because he is a patient, and as a Healer, you need to learn that even if you loathe your patient you are still required to help them!" Madame Pomfrey hissed in a quiet whisper, arguing with Amisty in her office as Draco lounged on her gurney. Damn him.

"I'm not required to do anything considering I'm not a Healer," Amisty retorted, scowling.

"You're a trainee, and as your mentor I hold authority over what goes I'm in this hospital wing," The nurse replied, crossing her arms.

"It's all external, you don't need my help," She argued, sparing a glance at the blond. "And I'm certain he doesn't want my help, either."

"Have you seen the moon lately, Amisty?" Madame Pomfrey asked suddenly. "Do you know what phase it is?"

Amisty almost rolled her eyes, "What on Earth does that have to do with anything?"

"Hunter Lamark," Madame Pomfrey gave her a meaningful look. "His sister can only do so much."

Amisty paled, "Is he alright?"

"He's fine," The nurse nodded but her eyes were still hard. "He's spending the night in the hospital wing until the full moon passes, so would you go and take care of Mr. Malfoy?"

Though she hated the idea of it, Amisty nodded, clenching her jaw and taking down the necessary healing potions for the results of Draco's stupidity.

"Done licking your wounds?" Draco sneered, though he winced due to the bruises Harry had inflicted on him. Amisty made a note to thank him once he came back to the common room.

Amisty didn't reply, handing him a potion and pulling out her wand to cast a careful Cleaning Charm at the dried blood around his nose.

"Not talking, hm?" He raised an eyebrow, taking an elegant sip of the potion without a grimace, but Amisty knew for a fact it tasted foul. "Shame, really, I could use a bit of bickering."

She breathed heavily through her nose, resisting the urge to slap him for the sake of injuring him again and needing to heal him even more.

"Or you've just lost your voice entirely."

She glared at him, waiting until he lifted the vial to his lips again and tilting it so the rest of the potion poured down his throat. He coughed and sputtered, a mini victory in her mind, and she yanked it back, placing it on the counter and handing him the next.

He stared at her, eyes narrowed, "You're quite the character, love, I'd forgotten how snarky you could be."

She schooled her expression, crossing her arms and tapping her foot impatiently.

"Nothing?"

She stared at him.

He rolled his eyes, sighing as he drank the whole potion in one go, wrinkling his nose, "Fine."

"Thanks," Amisty replied briskly, taking the two empty vials and hurrying away before he replied.

Unfortunately, she wasn't quite fast enough.

"Amisty," He curled his fingers around her wrist, his breath coming out on a hiss of pain. She flinched.

"Don't move, you idiot," She hissed, stepping back towards his -- her -- gurney and prying his fingers off her. "It's healing magic, but it's not going to work right away!"

He rolled his eyes, settling back into the pillow, "Sit," He paused, "please."

"Accio chair!" Amisty pulled it up closer, watching him carefully and fighting down her traitorous emotions. "What?"