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The cure? THE cure? Did someone say cure? Anastasia swayed a little as she hinged toward the BRIGHT redhaired Healer and her assistant. THE CURE. Merlin! Wasn't THIS what she had been waiting for?!
"Well give it me," she snapped demanded asked politely in a quavering tone. The redhead scooped up her goblet, dumped half a cupful of pumpkin juice in it, and held it out to the Healers. "Please. PLEASE. I need to make a speech."
She was holding on to that thought and the hope that this cure WOULD WORK. Without it, she was just...... old.
Give it to her, right!
Amethyst couldn't decide what to do for a moment. She was going to give it to her, she was just trying to think of an effective and quick way to distribute this. In the meantime, she took Headmistress' cup and with her other hand grabbed the ladle inside the bucket, and filled the rest of the goblet with the still warm and steaming potion. It also stank. Poor people having to drink that.
She handed it back to the woman and looked at the other one next to her.
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Hera Seren was finding it difficult to focus on much of anything at the moment, though she did have enough sense to return the polite smile Braith had shot her way. He was lovely... and so lucky. How was he still... young? It just made her feel even worse. At any rat-------e... wait.... what?
Head snapping up -- and almost severing her spinal cord, Seren looked hopeful as the Healers made their presence known to Annie. Did... did they just say CURE? ..
"Bouncing Blueberrriesss! Let me at it!" she rasped, a wrinkly hand outstretched and grasping at air. Could they not see this was killing her? Literally, slowly, painfully, killing her.
"Yes, professor," she said to the old woman. Amethyst was over 50, but she looked like she was one of the youngest people here. She reached for her cup, dipped the ladle once again and filled it with the warm and stinking potion. She then placed it back on the table in front of her, and her eyes fell on the school healer.
She smiled softly at the lady before turning to look at her assistant to see how he was doing.
"How do we distribute this?" she asked him, though staff was welcome to answer too.
"Fill the jugs with it?" Because she wasn't having the kids walk to here with their weak legs.