Houses of Hogwarts Fest FIC: Colorblind (G)
Title: Colorblind
Author/Artist: memeann012084
House Category: Hogwarts
Summary: Madam Pomfrey doesn't see houses when she looks at her patients
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Madam Pomfrey
Genre: General
Rating: G
Word Count: 774
(Highlight to View) Warning(s): None.
Can we link from Tumblr?: Sure
If yes, your Tumblr username: Don't have one.
In my office there is no interhouse competition. There is no room for mascot favoritism. When a student is brought to me for care, it doesn't matter what color they were, what symbol is sewn into their uniform. Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, to me there is no line, and I care for them all the like. To the best of my abilities, with all of my training and all of my dedication.
I am not a professor of Hogwarts. No that's not a job I'd ever even want. To be a teacher you are placed in the middle, and even the most honest can often had their judgment biased. But not me, I am almost objective, I am always fair. I have to be in my position, because the second I become to a particular house, or a certain student, I'm jeopardizing the lives and safety of innocent children. I can't afford for myself to become jaded and neither can they.
I am the Hogwarts matron, the school nurse and a certified healer. I am the first and last line of defense because the children and a lengthy stay at St. Mungos, I am Madam Poppy Pomfrey and I take my job very seriously. So you can rest assured that when you or your children are sent to the hospital wing for treatment, I will give one hundred percent each and every time.
The only times I see the colors of a Hogwarts houses, when I view a student, it is as symptoms of their illness. Green with nausea, or yellow from a sort of jaundice. Maybe a sunburn has left their skin an angry red or a botched duel has left them with a large blue bruise. Only then do I see the tones of Emerald, Sapphire, Ruby and Topaz. Signs of their illness, clues to the level of danger they were in, and calls for my attention.
Here in the hospital wing, everyone is the same. There is no competition, no points. Those with the most serious affliction are tended first regardless of which found they represent. Here there are no robes, each donning dressing gowns for comfort. You will see a badger laying beside an eagle, a snake right next to a lion. I will come when called to each bedside. I will listen to every complaint and I will nurse them with loving hands back to health.
In the classrooms they are separated, one house against another in a quest to be the first to get credit for having the right answer. In the Great Hall, each house has its own table, where only those wearing the same crest will sit. They are divided, kept a part, taught to look at one another as competition, the enemy. Their greatest goal to top each other, to earn the post points and see their banners hanging above their heads at the end of the year feast. The corridors, classrooms, quidditch pitch and dinning room are war zones, not a place to come together, but a place to affirm their separation.
It is this same segregation that often causes the injuries that I am forced to treat. Perhaps a third year, that in a bid to be the first person to complete their assigned potion that day, accidentally poisoned herself and has now turned her own blood to gelatine, giving me just moments to heal her. Or two students, engaged in a prank war from opposite sides of the Great Hall, one now transfigured into a mole, while the other has sprouted moose like horns. And one can never forget the danger of quidditch, and the violence with which that sport is played. Broken bones, missing teeth and concussions. They will stop at nothing to be the best, even if it meant harming another student.
Many consider the biggest responsibility of my job to be protecting the students. To heal them, make them better and send them back to their lives, back to their education. And they're right, it is vital that I return the teens to the world as healthy as they were when they arrived on the school grounds on their first day. Yet I find there to be something to be equally important in my duties. And that is to make sure they know that pain, sickness and death does not care about which house you call home. About what mascot you are connected to. Or even which traits you display in life. Nor do I care. In the hospital wing you are not segregated by house, but are united by their place as patients. As students of Hogwarts.
Maryann//Gryffindor//26 Points
Author/Artist: memeann012084
House Category: Hogwarts
Summary: Madam Pomfrey doesn't see houses when she looks at her patients
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Madam Pomfrey
Genre: General
Rating: G
Word Count: 774
(Highlight to View) Warning(s): None.
Can we link from Tumblr?: Sure
If yes, your Tumblr username: Don't have one.
In my office there is no interhouse competition. There is no room for mascot favoritism. When a student is brought to me for care, it doesn't matter what color they were, what symbol is sewn into their uniform. Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, to me there is no line, and I care for them all the like. To the best of my abilities, with all of my training and all of my dedication.
I am not a professor of Hogwarts. No that's not a job I'd ever even want. To be a teacher you are placed in the middle, and even the most honest can often had their judgment biased. But not me, I am almost objective, I am always fair. I have to be in my position, because the second I become to a particular house, or a certain student, I'm jeopardizing the lives and safety of innocent children. I can't afford for myself to become jaded and neither can they.
I am the Hogwarts matron, the school nurse and a certified healer. I am the first and last line of defense because the children and a lengthy stay at St. Mungos, I am Madam Poppy Pomfrey and I take my job very seriously. So you can rest assured that when you or your children are sent to the hospital wing for treatment, I will give one hundred percent each and every time.
The only times I see the colors of a Hogwarts houses, when I view a student, it is as symptoms of their illness. Green with nausea, or yellow from a sort of jaundice. Maybe a sunburn has left their skin an angry red or a botched duel has left them with a large blue bruise. Only then do I see the tones of Emerald, Sapphire, Ruby and Topaz. Signs of their illness, clues to the level of danger they were in, and calls for my attention.
Here in the hospital wing, everyone is the same. There is no competition, no points. Those with the most serious affliction are tended first regardless of which found they represent. Here there are no robes, each donning dressing gowns for comfort. You will see a badger laying beside an eagle, a snake right next to a lion. I will come when called to each bedside. I will listen to every complaint and I will nurse them with loving hands back to health.
In the classrooms they are separated, one house against another in a quest to be the first to get credit for having the right answer. In the Great Hall, each house has its own table, where only those wearing the same crest will sit. They are divided, kept a part, taught to look at one another as competition, the enemy. Their greatest goal to top each other, to earn the post points and see their banners hanging above their heads at the end of the year feast. The corridors, classrooms, quidditch pitch and dinning room are war zones, not a place to come together, but a place to affirm their separation.
It is this same segregation that often causes the injuries that I am forced to treat. Perhaps a third year, that in a bid to be the first person to complete their assigned potion that day, accidentally poisoned herself and has now turned her own blood to gelatine, giving me just moments to heal her. Or two students, engaged in a prank war from opposite sides of the Great Hall, one now transfigured into a mole, while the other has sprouted moose like horns. And one can never forget the danger of quidditch, and the violence with which that sport is played. Broken bones, missing teeth and concussions. They will stop at nothing to be the best, even if it meant harming another student.
Many consider the biggest responsibility of my job to be protecting the students. To heal them, make them better and send them back to their lives, back to their education. And they're right, it is vital that I return the teens to the world as healthy as they were when they arrived on the school grounds on their first day. Yet I find there to be something to be equally important in my duties. And that is to make sure they know that pain, sickness and death does not care about which house you call home. About what mascot you are connected to. Or even which traits you display in life. Nor do I care. In the hospital wing you are not segregated by house, but are united by their place as patients. As students of Hogwarts.
Maryann//Gryffindor//26 Points