#penkneeling

Hogwarts seemed like a lifetime ago, the days of pretense and equal happiness only to be replaced later down the line with darkness and a saddened outlook to one day make way for happiness to come back once again. Even the early days of her healer training seemed all too long ago. How many times had she seen Pen and attempted her very best to learn and treat, to improve whatever quality a life could bring? Even a multitude of hands could not have been able to count the many occasions on which that had been the case.

That was until the reality of a war and the consequences of the actions of all those around had taken hold. Azkaban had become a reality for so many, some of which she had thought herself capable of calling a friend and others that she was very desperately still trying to show the light. Letting go of a side filled with prejudice and hypocrisy had been the best choice and not once had she looked back. Now that the war was over and her days no longer consisted of assisting those returning from a battlefield, life seemed easier and yet more complicated in other ways.

While most of her life took place in St. Mungo's, every now and then someone would require a house call. Selma had made it a habit of reserving those for friends and family with the odd exception here and there. Pen had somehow made their way onto said list, leading to another visit. "You look better, if you don't mind me saying." No longer did the shadow of Azkaban seem to cling to them, from a healer's point of view. There was much to do be done yet.