Well, it's time.

Sticking her hands in the pockets of her robe, Chyler Canning made her way towards the Hospital Wing. Truly, it was the only place that held her interest in the castle, even though she's been here for over a month already. Surprisingly enough, her dad taught her so well that she found that during lessons she was quite knowledgeable, so Chyler had decided to keep to herself and only make contact with people while handing in the homework.

And even that sometimes wasn't necessary, so she just kept to herself. As the redhead neared the waiting area, she couldn't help but feel pleased. All her fears about coming here had been squashed - as she had wished, she left people alone and they gave her the same courtesy. Chyler had grown quite fond of this.

Taking a deep breath, she flicked the red fringe away from her eyes and knocked briskly on the door. This morning, she had woken up with a purpose, something that hadn't happened since before Hogwarts. Today, she was going to actually do something productive. Being a Healer was hard, and why waste an opportunity to talk to one? If she was already forced to be here, she might as well.

As she moved to take a seat, her thoughts went out to Sam. If there were people around, the redhead took no notice.