POOR CHILDREN. Alicia was TWO YEARS out of Hogwarts -- and she never thought it would have come to this. BLOOD-BEATEN-DEAD. Some of them shouldn’t have even been fighting. Including the girl, she was currently attending to. Looked like a FIFTH YEAR- Hufflepuff. HER BLOOD LOSS was bad, she had managed to stop the bleeding, but she was still trying to get her to stay awake, she needed to drink the potion. Alicia had to keep busy, she couldn’t look. FRED--- he was. FOCUS, people need you to focus, Alicia. However, it wasn’t as easy and simply saying it. One of her closest friends was dead, as was COLIN CREEVEY - he wasn’t even old enough to stay. He was just a boy. F-O-C-U-S. KEEP BUSY, stay calm.
Her attention shifting from the student to Neville for a moment. Listening to his words, they all seemed to fly over her head. BOMBARDA, WALL, HARD--- she could fill in the gaps. He needed that wound closed, especially if he was going to help others. “You’re no good to anyone hurt, even if it’s small....” She looked down a little at the student she was attending to, taking a potion, she raised the head of the Hufflepuff with one hand and moved the potion onto her lips with the other. “Drink this, you lost a lot of blood, it’ll help. I promise, just drink this...” she smiled a little as she noticed the weak,but still attempt to drink. Alicia slowly poured the liquid before placing it down. “Good, just rest now... It’ll be okay...” she almost forgot that she had been talking to Neville. ALMOST got too caught up in the fact, she was helping CHILDREN.
WOW, she sounded like Pomfrey, she was only two years older than him. “--- MERLIN, sorry I sound like Pomfrey. Can you see straight? Nothing going out of focus --- “ she stopped for a moment, he was a GRYFFINDOR, and if they weren’t in such a HORRIBLE situation- she’d say she was PROUD of his ability to continue on, but she was also a Healer and the blood dripping from . “I’m sure you’re familiar with this but, Tergeo to clean, Episkey for mild and injuries like your head, blood-replenishing potion for serious blood loss, she pointed her wand and muttered Episkey.
“Sorry, but-- a small head wound, could make you a TARGET and could mean you missing your spell and I’m not gonna be held responsible for you being an IDIOT.” ( or killed. ) Alicia wasn’t going to admit that now. This was Neville Longbottom--- one of her old housemates, one of her many ( adopted ) younger brothers, she wasn’t about to let him go around INJURED.
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