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specks of colour ~ Fiona - Maevie Golding - 10-18-2026
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Monday, 12 November 1923
~ 5:45 pm ~
Storage Room
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Monday, 12 November 1923
~ 5:45 pm ~
Storage Room
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Thankfully, her shift was finally nearing its end.
Maevie couldn’t quite pinpoint when she realised nursing wasn’t her calling, but it must have been somewhere between the clumsiness and cluelessness that seemed to follow her with every patient she'd encountered so far. Somehow, things just always got worse when she tried to help.
Not that she was allowed to do much. And yet…
It was a bummer. Maevie did enjoy being around people, caring for others, and learning about all sorts of maladies and remedies. It was fascinating. But perhaps she simply didn’t belong at the front lines where others seemed so certain and composed. All she did was feel like a fish out of water.
Next term she would consider switching positions, she supposed.
Part of her was looking forward to it. Vomit and blood weren’t her forte in general.
Sighing, Maevie returned the bucket and mop to the storage room. She set it down with a clunk before nudging it back into the corner with her foot. Enough mopping for one day. Even with magic, the task was terribly time-consuming and mind-numbingly boring. She would find something else to fill the last fifteen minutes with.
Luckily, the perfect opportunity presented itself right away.
“Hi, Fiona! Need some help?”
Maevie didn’t wait for an answer. Finding her place next to the younger girl, she opened the next cabinet and began pulling bandages from the shelf, organising them by size.
“How do you like the Hospital Wing? Having fun?”
RE: specks of colour ~ Fiona - Fiona Blackwood - 10-20-2026
Fiona had found that she loved the greenhouse. Matilda was a great mentor, and she had already learned so much about caring for the plants housed there.
The only problem, is that since she was a first year, she also got pulled to wherever she was needed. And apparently, today, that meant the storage room.
“Hi, Fiona! Need some help?”
The girl held up a finger while she finished counting the number of cotton pads in a box. She didn’t want this task to take longer than necessary. She scribbled down ‘63’ on the spot on the sheet.
“Unless you wanna count… all the things,” Fiona responded, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. She did not like inventory.
She’d been in the storage room alone for the better part of twenty minutes, which was about nineteen minutes longer than she could tolerate counting things in silence. Maevie showing up was possibly the best thing that happened all shift.
Fiona had found herself close to starting conversations with the cotton pads, and naming them even. Lord help her.
“How do you like the Hospital Wing? Having fun?”
“I like it,” she said, pleasantly enough, though she glanced down at the clipboard. “Well, the greenhouse part. The plants don’t bleed. And counting is… lame.”
RE: specks of colour ~ Fiona - Maevie Golding - 10-22-2026
Maevie snorted, shooting Fiona an amused look. Counting medical supplies was up there on her list of mind-numbingly boring things, too, right beside mopping and folding sheets. Truth was, most of her tasks were quite tiresome. Being a novice had no advantages.
“I will agree to count a few of the things,” Maevie tossed back lightly, craning her neck to glance at Fiona’s sheet. “Whatever I can fit into fifteen minutes. Can’t be missing dinner; I’m starving.”
Quite the feat, honestly, after all the puke she had had to endure today.
Maevie quickly counted the bandages in her first box.
“I like it. Well, the greenhouse part. The plants don’t bleed. And counting is… lame.”
A soft chuckle escaped her lips, and Maevie glanced around. “Yeah, I bet it is. Once you climb the ranks a bit, you’ll get the more interesting tasks.” Not that Maevie spoke from experience. Her last term volunteering had been so miserable she was still only a novice nurse. Talk about embarrassing.
“Twenty-six small bandages,” Maevie told Fiona, sliding the box back onto its shelf. She pulled the next one towards her and thumbed through it.
“I’m glad you like the greenhouse, though.” A small smile spread across her lips as she briefly looked up. “I’m no good at Herbology. The plants can’t even speak to tell me what’s wrong, so I always have to guess what they need, but it never turns out to be right.” She chuckled softly. “I suppose I could even make a plant bleed.”
Maevie shook her head slightly, focusing back on her bandages.
“Has Hufflepuff grown on you by now?”
RE: specks of colour ~ Fiona - Fiona Blackwood - 10-24-2026
Fiona scribbled down twenty-six in the small bandages column without looking up.
“I’m glad you like the greenhouse, though. I’m no good at Herbology. The plants can’t even speak to tell me what’s wrong, so I always have to guess what they need, but it never turns out to be right. I suppose I could even make a plant bleed.”
She considered that. The plants didn’t bleed, but it was kind of obvious to her when they were struggling. Especially when they looked wilted and sad.
“Has Hufflepuff grown on you by now?”
“It’s… not as bad as I thought,” she admitted, which was about as close to a ringing endorsement as Hufflepuff was going to get from her right now. “The common room is actually quite nice. It’s warm. And it smells like the kitchens, which is honestly the best part.”
She paused to count something that didn’t have many and scribbled the number down on her sheet, then continued.
“I didn’t expect that. I thought it would be… I don’t know. Yellow.” Fiona wrinkled her nose slightly. “Everything yellow.”
It wasn’t quite everything yellow. It was cozy, which she had not told anyone because she still felt as if she didn’t quite belong. She had a reputation to consider, of course.
“The people are nice,” she added. “You, Benji, Reyna, the others… were kind to me the first night when I was being a bit…” she trailed off. “When I wasn’t in the best mood.”
That was the hardest part to admit. She’d been less than dignified the first night, pouting instead of enjoying the excitement of being sorted.
Fiona moved to the next line on the sheet.
“I still don’t think I’m a badger, though,” she said, matter-of-factly. “The greenhouse feels more like mine than the common room does. If that makes sense.”
She glanced up at the older girl. “Does that make sense?”
RE: specks of colour ~ Fiona - Maevie Golding - 10-26-2026
Fiona’s response wasn’t an outright declaration of love, but it was more than she had been willing to consider on Sorting Day. Maevie would book that as a win. The proximity to the kitchens usually did the trick, though. No way to downplay that.
Maevie nodded her agreement. “Nothing can beat having the kitchens around the corner. Don’t think Slytherin can compete with that.” She grinned at Fiona with a teasing glint in her eyes. “Even if things are yellow.”
She quite enjoyed that, actually. Yellow was so bright and sunny. It made the whole atmosphere so much lighter, warm and comfortable. Maevie couldn’t quite comprehend how someone couldn’t like that, but tastes differed, she supposed.
“The people are nice. You, Benji, Reyna, the others… were kind to me the first night when I was being a bit…When I wasn’t in the best mood.”
An easy smile crossed her lips as Maevie playfully bumped her shoulder against Fiona’s. “Don’t worry about it. I guess that’s what we’re known for.”
At least that’s what most people said, and Maevie probably believed it. Content with that, she returned her attention to the box of medium bandages before her. What number was she at again? Rats! Now she had to start over again.
“I still don’t think I’m a badger, though. The greenhouse feels more like mine than the common room does. If that makes sense. Does that make sense?”
Maevie made it to five before Fiona’s question snatched her attention once more. Hands stilling, she mulled it over. After a moment, she shrugged lightly.
“Hmm. Maybe…” A grin broke over her face, and she glanced around. “If you like sleeping in humidity and dirt, that is. But I guess badgers do like nature, don’t they? So maybe you’re more like us than you want to admit.”