Pretty Pink Plaster (Logan)

Aoife had just been innocently skipping down the stairs to go to the lake, but like usual, they were being mean. Suddenly they moved, throwing her off balance. It was okay, because she didn't comically fall down them and break her neck. She just tripped and grazed her knee. It was bleeding quite a bit, which wasn't nice. Usually, she'd shrug and carry on skipping, but then she realised that she hadn't seen her friend LoLo for a while! So going to the Hospital Wing was a preferable alternative! And maybe she'd get one of those awesome plasters with sheep on them or something.

The Hospital Wing was a nice place. She absolutely hated muggle hospitals, but this place was different. It was more cosy. And muggle doctors were often stuck-up, annoying meaniepoos, but LoLoLogan was nice. He'd given her cool sunglasses which were not pink. But he had teased her about them, though.

Where was that dude, anyway? "LoLo!" Aoife called as she dramatically fake limped into the room. Maybe he was in his little office thing. Well, he should come out and get her a plaster.

Logan had had a very quiet day, and was currently sitting in his office, noting down some potions he'd have to make for tomorrow. It was going to take some time, but he was sure he'd do fine. If not, well, professor Henley was only a fireplace away. He sighed and thought about that day in St. Mungo's. His encounter with the model had made for a memorable memory. For good or worse.

He looked up as he heard someone outside, and a smile formed on his lips as he realized it couldn't be anyone but ms. O'Donnell. LoLo... He shook his head a bit resigned as he stood from his desk and walked into the infirmary. The girl was limping. Exaggeratedly. He chuckled. "Well, hello, Aoife!" he said with a grin, and then raised a pointed eyebrow. "You've not limped a lot, have you?" he asked rhetorically and made a gesture for her to sit on one of the beds.

He walked over to the bed and pulled up a chair, sitting down on it. "So, what happened to you, little one?" he asked, a bit amused by how she seemed to have grown a lot lately. The VanDerberg guy would be having troubles by now.

Good, he was here. So she could make her knee better. "Well, hello LoLo!" Aoife beamed. She was so brave and strong that she was being happy and friendly, even though her knee meant that she was about to die. Probably. It was a very serious injury. But maybe it wasn't, because it was only a cut and the healer could tell she wasn't really limping. "No! I prefer walking to limping." She never limped! Ever!

Having given up on her limp, she skipped towards one of the hospital beds. These beds weren't quite as nice and comfy as her bed in the dormitory. That was an awesome bed, though. It would be hard to beat. "I'm NOT little!" It was so mean to call her little when she'd grown inches and inches. "Why does everyone say I am?!" It was also really annoying!

"ANYWAY," she continued. Now for her long, detailed, complicated story. "I tripped. On some stairs. So I just need a plaster!" A nice plaster. A plain brown one or any colour other than pink. Purple wasn't the greatest, but she could live with that. "Those stairs are very dangerous!" Very very dangerous! "They must be against health and safety regulations," Aoife nodded. "But Hogwarts doesn't have health and safety rules, does it?" That was what made it fun! People always getting into dangerous situations like quidditch and getting very injured.

Logan laughed. "You must be the first," he joked. People didn't like to limp, of course, but sometimes they showed up at this wing as if they had broken their foot, when they didn't even have any sort of damage. And Logan couldn't really call them liars either, even though they just came to get out of class.

Logan raised his arms in surrender at her outburst. "I was just messing with you. I can see you've become loads taller than when you were a first year," he said with a chuckle. She was at least equally as fiery as she had been, if not more.

He listened to her inspiring tale of tripping down the stairs with a resigned face. Somehow, he was not surprised that this had happened to her. It was amazing how some people were just doomed to trip down some stairs. It was cute how she said she only needed a plaster. "You need more than a plaster with that limp," he pointed out.

He took out his wand and pointed it at the knee. "Episkey," he said. He seemed to have used this spell a lot lately. Small bruises and broken noses were pretty normal here in this castle, it seemed. However, he went to his office to get a plaster. A pretty pink one. Because he knew how much Aoife loved pink. He walked back to her and hid the color, and two seconds later, the plaster was on her knee. "There we go, fit as a fiddle," he said with a big grin. He was curious about what reaction he'd get from that.