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[patternprophet]

WHO: Leoben Conoy and Madam Red
LOCATION: The infirmary
WEEK: 72
TIME: Back dated to sometime after this log
WHAT: Having managed to finish the task he had, Leoben returns to Hogwarts to get a few injuries looked at.
RATING: PG at most?

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[crimsondeviant]

Red sat amidst a pile of manila folders in the dimly lit office as, idly, she turned her, already, skewed focus out the window to the ❝winter wonderland❞ that had just, recently, matured. oh, How she hated this, particular, season. It bought back so many awful memories, .. ones that she found she just couldn't let go. Red let out a sigh as she leant into her hand. She tore her eyes away from picture perfekt scene and looked back at the spread of work sitting before her. It was absolutely no use, since she just couldn't bring herself to focus.

"Rose, dear,, help me clear all this away, will you?" Tabunne chirped its name, happily, and hurried over to the desk to clean it off. Red helped, sort of, and walked toward the door only to bump, literally, into Leoben.

".. Professor .." She purred, taking a step back as her lips curved upward. "What brings you to my office looking so .. disheveled ..?" Not that she minded.

[patternprophet]

"I was actually hoping you could help me out," Leoben said, trying to sound conversational, and not exhausted. "It should be obvious that I ran into a bit of trouble."

A slightly vague answer, but it worked. Any further details would require an outright lie, he figured. Leoben also made a mental note to set aside some time of reflection. He seemed out of sync tonight and that needed to be corrected.