An Unexpected Encounter || Open
The late afternoon hours were McGonagall's favorite. It was never too hot or too cool during those hours, and thanks to her sessions having been over for the day, she could spend them by taking a stroll on the school grounds and enjoy such pleasant weather. However, as her graceful strides led her down a hill near the Black Lake, a strange, high-pitched cry caught her attention. She turned her gaze toward the direction from which it came, her eyes narrowed in suspicion. The noise certainly didn't sound human.
She stood there a moment, debating on whether or not she should investigate the sound on her own, or if she should even pay any mind to it at all. Though with it being so close to the school, she probably shouldn't simply leave it be, especially if it turned out to pose a danger to the students. With a small inward sigh, the mistress lifted the hem of her robes slightly and hastened off toward the lake.
The sight that greeted her took her by surprise as she came to a halt just a few yards away from the shore. Within the shallow water, collapsed upon the soil, was a merperson, rolled over on its side and breathing haggardly. Aside from the shock of actually seeing the creature so close to the shore and out of the water's depths where the merpeople resided, she then took note of the striking injury on its tail. This was a very odd circumstance to behold indeed. What could have been so powerful and swift as to land a blow against this creature, and so fearsome as to have driven it to shore?
The woman stood there, contemplating on the course of action she should take. Should she help the creature or leave it be? What good would come of assisting it? Should she alert someone else to handle the situation? Then again, if she left to find someone else, the merperson might die before they reached it. Its kind could not last for very long in such shallow water, and that wound probably wouldn't allow it to swim.
"I must be out of my senses," she said with a tone of defeat before she approached the creature. As she neared it however, it caught the sound of her footsteps and snapped its gaze toward her. Baring its sharp teeth at her, it gave a threatening hiss, clearly distrusting of the woman. Minerva paused in her steps and gave a huff, "Calm yourself. You certainly won't get any help from me with an attitude like that." She said sternly. These words, though above water, were understood by the mer, and its eyes widened slightly, a look of confusion seeming to cross its face.
"That's better. Now be nice." Minerva said as she approached once more, soon closing the distance between herself and the creature. It blinked up at her before turning its gaze toward the gash on its tail, giving a faint growl. McGonagall's eyes followed. "What could have done this to you?" She mused, more to herself than the mer. With a sigh, she withdrew her wand, causing the creature to flinch before it realized that she meant to heal its wound. "Vulnera Sanentur," she murmured, her wand aimed at the injury. Slowly, the flow of blood began to decrease.
As the mistress tended to the merperson, she almost failed to notice another pair of approaching footsteps.
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