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Someone had finally explained mistletoe to her, but she still wasn’t moving from under the plant. She loved this plant. Everyone kept kissing her, and it was now her favourite tradition. She was going to take this back to Korea with her, she had to. Seeing a very pretty man sitting near her, she called him over. “Excuse me?” She was banking on the English manners would make him come over to talk to her, and then she could get another kiss. 

As an advanced student, he’d been asked to help some of the beginner’s class. Happy to do so, he’d set up a time and place to meet one of those students. Early, he was pleased to see the other man arriving at the same time. “George?” He held out his hand to shake before settling into his seat. “I’m Roland Kesser.” He set out his own notebook, preferring to remain organised. It didn’t occur to him to feel awkward tutoring someone who was older than him. In the Navy, he was already ranked higher than men twice his age. 

Becoming a nurse had been her only way to escape her home. With her father gone, fighting in the war like so many other men, it’d just been her, left alone. Leila couldn’t bear it, and becoming a nurse had seemed like the only option left. Stay where she was shunned or go where she might die. 

Fortunately, her assignation to the front had been short-lived, although that month would be something she could never forget. It was easier now, working on the men who needed to be rehabilitated after serious wounds. These men wouldn’t be going back to the war for a long time. No longer did she felt guilty for fixing men just so they could die next time. 

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Working in the infirmary with Holden just strengthened Leila’s decision to become a Healer. She still didn’t know what she’d do once she left Hogwarts, whether she’d return home or not, but she liked healing. She liked helping people, finding the right way to make them better. It was like a puzzle with the very good reward of making people happy when she solved it.

She didn’t like seeing George come in, not when there was blood all over his face.

She’d crossed the room quickly. “George, what happened.” Her voice was soft with concern as she lead him to a bed, pushing him gently onto it.

Sheepishly, George lowered his hand from his face to show his broken nose. “That spirit…” For a knight, he was easily scared by Peeves. He didn’t want to admit to Leila he’d tried to escape it, only to walk into a trick door. “I’m fine though. Don’t worry.”

She sighed, glad it hadn’t been a fight. She hated violence, and George was always so kind, she didn’t want him to get hurt. “He terrifies me.” She admitted. “But it’ll be easy to fix.”

She pointed her wand at his face, seeing the mild apprehension. “You can trust me.” Leila didn’t blame him for being unsure of her, she’d been avoiding him as much as possible since the fiasco of the confidence potion. But he nodded after a second. “Episkey.”

Although it no longer looked broken, Leila’s hand was still gentle as she took a wet cloth to wipe up the blood. Being this close to George was making her cheeks red. “Is that better? If it still hurts, I can get something -”

It was fun, standing on the edge of the balcony, without any fear that she’d fall over the edge. Leila couldn’t understand what had been wrong with her, to fear heights. It was a glorious feeling. When someone joined her, she smiled. “George.” She bit her lip for a second, thinking of just how much she wanted to say to him, before turning to him. “You never did teach me to play dice. Would you like to play with me now?” 

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Leila had already found her favourite place in the castle, the one place that her anxieties didn’t seem to plague her. The library. Surrounded by books that seemed to whisper promises of knowledge, of understanding, she was content to spend all her free time there. 

As she often did, her attention was caught by particular subjects - she had a tendency to fixate on one area for a couple weeks, and then move onto the next. Hearing that there was a book on her newest obsession, she set off in search for it, only to see it sitting on a table next to someone else. 

If he’d been reading it, she would never have dared, but as his attention was on a different book, she approached him. “Excuse me? Are you using this book?” She tapped the one she wanted quietly, her voice a whisper in respect to what she considered to be the hallowed ground of the library.