 Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?
Ever since he was five, Brandon had been interested in magical and non-magical healing. When asked about it, he claimed that he just liked to help people get better. That wasn't untrue (it wasn't quite the truth either). Over the years, this interest had only become deeper, and now it was very obvious. If he was reading something outside of class, there was a good chance it was a book on healing. He always did better in classes where healing was brought up. He'd joined the healing club. He wanted to know everything there was to know about healing. Because 'he liked to help people and he wanted to be a healer when he grew up'.
His newest way of satisfying his need for knowledge was to hang around the hospital wing when the healer wasn't busy and ask a million and one healing questions, the answers to which he wrote down. What spell makes the socks automatically adjust? How do you go about setting up and running a hospital wing? What simple first-aid things should I have in my first aid kit? What sort of things do healers need to look for in a patient that shows if something isn't right with them? Why do you do the healing here? What sorts of healing magic can be learned by first-years? Do you think having good energy in the hospital wing helps people get better? What do you think about non-magical treatments being used in healing? He had a lot of questions. He tried his best to space them out every few weeks or so. Today he wanted to know about magical and non-magical medicine mixed together, because the healer also taught muggle studies.
Notebook in hand, Brandon looked into the hospital wing and happily noticed that there were no patients in there. That meant he might be able to ask the healer his latest question! "Healer Feirgrund?" he asked hopefully, looking around for him. "I have another question. Sorry." He didn't mean to be annoying. He just had another burning question and it was eating at him! |