The imagery there, with the birds and the heart, was really awsomely powerful. I bow down to the queen of rping.

Now, what to do...

Hurrying after the professor, she watched as he had lifted and carried her to the hospital wing. Granted, she could not have carried the girl alone, but then wasn't that what magic was for? If he could've easily lifted her with a spell, why did he feel it necessary to touch her with his hands?

Eyeing them suspiciously, she remembered faintly, the whispers she had heard at the staff table whilst the professor had been locked up in Azkaban. It would seem that some of the rumors were true. Even now, she knew he were hurting deeply for some reason, but his lingering stance next to the bed told her he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to leave.

Cleaning the head wounds, the nurse found that there was no sufficient damage to the skull and thus laid her to rest under the blankets, after adquately dressing her, asking the professor to turn his back whilst she did so. However, when she had asked him this, he had seemed entranced, his eyes fixed on her body. The man cared for, that was for sure, but how much. Knowing she shouldn't meddle, but knowing also the headmaster would wish to know what had happened to his god-daughter, she briefly said, "I shall go see where Kristi has gotten to." and then left the room, without giving the man chance to leave or object.