With a bottle of Sleekeasy's help Aslan had managed to calm her mane into a simple, singular side plait for ease. Her white sleeves were rolled up and for the most part she had left herself alone. No feathers, no horns, but her eyes. They were horizontally slitted and a vivid gold. The effect was not subtle, but the magic had been complex - more so than the spell work that went into her literally feathered hair.

She had been expecting Healer Reed, her new eyes told her that the man before her most certainly not him. Curiosity pushing her forward, Aslan raised a dark brow but did not speak her question, Levi Kenning had done that for her. the Gryffindor glanced to the bottles and the bandages and as she awaited the answer to her unspoken question she allowed her mind to theorize on what these objects meant- The likelihood, considering the name of the challenge and the objects assembled felt obvious to her. They would be trying their hands at healing techniques. The real question? On whom were they to be practicing, for as far as Aslan's enchanted eyes could see there were no dummies or cadavers.

She pursed her lips and remained thoughtfully silent.