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Name(s): (Professor) Aerith Gainsborough and OPEN
Location: Her office/classroom and surrounding area.
Week: Week 48, I believe.
Time: Sunday - Late Morning/Early Afternoon
Rating: TBD (likely low)
Settling back into Hogwarts had not been the chore her mother had feared it would be. The only thing that had proved somewhat difficult had been moving her larger items into her office, but that had been easily accomplished with a little help.
She had hoped that Hogwarts would be as friendly as she had remembered it being. So far, it hadn't disappointed her. Then again, Aerith possessed a selective memory when it came to the good and the bad of her past.
Smiling down at some of her dried herbs - which she was in the midst of cataloging - Aerith pulled out a quill and marked the jars she was planning on keeping the herbs in.
Biting the tip of her tongue as she concentrated, the young woman wasn't paying attention to much else. Sometimes her Hufflepuffian spirit wasn't as wary as it should have probably been. With her door wide open and her attention focused solely on the jars, anyone (or anything) could enter her office and cause the Healer distress (or a stress headache) later on.
That had happened frequently during her schooling, but Aerith refused to let the dark parts of her past rule her present. In her mind, she was here to help students learn about medicine - not play Auror to her students' actions. She could trust them. And if they disappointed her, she would take the actions she needed to. But there was no reason to be suspicious so soon.
Still, it probably wouldn't have hurt her to look up every once in awhile.
"Lavender..." she wrote the name on the outside of a jar, "White sage..." she hummed under her breath, holding said herb up to the light, "Mm wilting." she decided after a moment's pause, "Hm, it won't be as good..."
A sudden sound broke her concentration. Moving from behind her desk, she walked to the doorway and peeked out into the corridor. She could have sworn she had heard footsteps pause just outside...
Location: Her office/classroom and surrounding area.
Week: Week 48, I believe.
Time: Sunday - Late Morning/Early Afternoon
Rating: TBD (likely low)
Settling back into Hogwarts had not been the chore her mother had feared it would be. The only thing that had proved somewhat difficult had been moving her larger items into her office, but that had been easily accomplished with a little help.
She had hoped that Hogwarts would be as friendly as she had remembered it being. So far, it hadn't disappointed her. Then again, Aerith possessed a selective memory when it came to the good and the bad of her past.
Smiling down at some of her dried herbs - which she was in the midst of cataloging - Aerith pulled out a quill and marked the jars she was planning on keeping the herbs in.
Biting the tip of her tongue as she concentrated, the young woman wasn't paying attention to much else. Sometimes her Hufflepuffian spirit wasn't as wary as it should have probably been. With her door wide open and her attention focused solely on the jars, anyone (or anything) could enter her office and cause the Healer distress (or a stress headache) later on.
That had happened frequently during her schooling, but Aerith refused to let the dark parts of her past rule her present. In her mind, she was here to help students learn about medicine - not play Auror to her students' actions. She could trust them. And if they disappointed her, she would take the actions she needed to. But there was no reason to be suspicious so soon.
Still, it probably wouldn't have hurt her to look up every once in awhile.
"Lavender..." she wrote the name on the outside of a jar, "White sage..." she hummed under her breath, holding said herb up to the light, "Mm wilting." she decided after a moment's pause, "Hm, it won't be as good..."
A sudden sound broke her concentration. Moving from behind her desk, she walked to the doorway and peeked out into the corridor. She could have sworn she had heard footsteps pause just outside...