Hogwarts AU (kind of) // Possible student/teacher // possible soft medical kink

[wardennolonger]

Anders could only sum up his past few weeks here as amazing. After spending his life running and hiding for what he was, to discover a world of magic such as this was the stuff of his dearest dreams. He had needed an escape from his own world, for his crimes there would mean he would be hunted until his death. Tavinter magic offered him a one way

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[loyal_granger]

Hermione loved being a prefect, though she violently loathed ending up on the wrong end of hexes while breaking up fights. Such was the case now, when she'd pulled a pair of bickering Slytherin girls apart, only to unwittingly step in the way of a spell that one of them had been attempting to sneakily cast at the other. Now, she was feeling warm, feverish, and could feel her heart pounding in her chest along with a strange sensation of restlessness, and so she did what any sensible young girl would do. She went to the hospital wing.

Upon entering, she wrapped her arms around herself, not used to simply walking in there. During her few visits to this part of the castle, she'd either been visiting or had been so sick as to be comatose. Hearing that voice call out to her, she raised her head a little, trying to control her bout of the shakes.

"I-... I seem to have a b- bit of a problem. A hex, it seems, but I-... I don't know what it did, exactly."

[wardennolonger]

"Hm," a frown creased Anders' face. He abandoned his stockings duties for a later time; a troubled student was certainly more urgent. "So the afflicting hex is unknown? That could be a bit of a problem..." stepping around the corner of the nearest hospital cot, Anders invited the young woman to sit with a wave of his hand. She looked... familiar to him, as he'd perhaps seen her in one of his classes, or in the hall.

"Could you please describe your symptoms for me, miss...?" the name alluded him. Anders did have a mind for remembering patients, but he was new after all and there were quite a large number of students at the school. "My apologies, your name please?"

[loyal_granger]

His immediate concern made her worry that she looked worse than she was, or that she was perhaps worse than she thought, and so Hermione obligingly sat down on the cot. "Granger," she murmured quietly. "Madam Pomfrey should have a small record on me on file."

[wardennolonger]

Anders opted to to bother with the file in a moment; he first wanted to check for any immediate damage the unknown hex might be causing.

"Do you often find yourself on the wrong end of these kinds of spells, Ms. Granger?" he spotted the prefect badge as he observed her, unable to hide the tiniest of smiles. "All for the greater good, I suppose?"

Anders had a bit of a problem with authority on the best of days, but he thought that his one's heart was probably in the right place. He observed a reddening of the skin, and noted the student's apperent breathlessness.

"Do you feel hot at all, Ms. Granger?" he questioned, touching her forehead with the back of his hand.

[loyal_granger]

Nervously rubbing the back of her neck, Hermione hoped he wouldn't pull her file and see just how often she'd ended up in the infirmary under unusual circumstances, from Petrification to a case of having a dangerous, life-threatening hex sent her way by a Death Eater. "I suppose one can say that, yes. It sort of comes with the job."

Nodding, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes as she felt his hand against her forehead, feeling thankful for his reassuring touch. "Yes. I feel like I'm-... like I'm burning up. But it isn't the same feeling as a fever, I don't think."