Nothing ever seemed to happen in Hogsmeade, at least to Alanna's perspective. The hospital was slow and there wasn't much for her to do at the welcome desk except sit there and wait for some ill soul to wander in.
The tedious waiting for something to occur grated on Alanna's nerves. She wanted something, anything to do. Even having to flirt with an old lewd lord would be preferable to this limbo-esk nothing.
The sound of a messenger owl broke the silence. Quickly, Alanna jumped up and entered the small room behind the large welcome desk. It was in the back room filled with office supplies that the snotty barn own hooted impatiently for her to relieve it of it's burden. Her clumsy, over excited fingers fumbled with the knotted leather ties. She was nearly finished when a voice called out to her.
The sound traveled very well into the room, echoing off the walls. Someone was calling for help. Ignoring the angry cry of the bird, Alanna rushed out of the back room to see nothing.
There was no one there but she could hear breathing. Alanna quickly moved around the looming hunk of wood, to find a woman clutching her legs slumped against the wall. Guilt washed over Alanna, as she remembered her earlier thought of wishing for something to do...
Banishing the silly thought, that her idle wish had caused this, with a shake of her brown head, she knelt next to the woman.
"What's wrong Miss? Your legs?" she asked gently, pulling out a pad of paper from her apron pocket. Alanna wondered what was the matter, she wasn't medically trained. She could wrap a bandage, perform a simple spell or too but she was good at transfiguration not healing. Her whirlwind thoughts churned as she tried to remember what area of the hospital the doctor on duty was at.
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