Someone had finally explained mistletoe to her, but she still wasnât 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. âExcuse me?â She was banking on the English manners would make him come over to talk to her, and then she could get another kiss.Â
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As an advanced student, heâd been asked to help some of the beginnerâs class. Happy to do so, heâd 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. âGeorge?â He held out his hand to shake before settling into his seat. âIâm Roland Kesser.â He set out his own notebook, preferring to remain organised. It didnât 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.Â
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, itâd just been her, left alone. Leila couldnât bear it, and becoming a nurse had seemed like the only option left. Stay where she was shunned or go where she might die.Â
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 wouldnât 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.Â
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With every man that was brought in on stretchers, she wondered if theyâd be her father. Although none of the faces were ever familiar, she knew sheâd never forget them now.Â
The man lying by her side was a hero, sheâd been told. All of the men were, in her eyes, but this one had taken a grenade meant for someone else. If he woke, they didnât know if heâd be able to walk again.Â
Every day, she talked to him as she changed his dressings. Talking to him was easy. He couldnât judge her. He was asleep.Â
She spoke of her childhood, its loneliness and harshness. She spoke of her fears that her father, for all that they didnât understand each other, would never come home. She spoke of what sheâd seen as a nurse.Â
When he did wake, she wasnât there.Â
Walking into the room of her favourite patient (as he was the only one that didnât scare her), she didnât expect to see him sitting up and talking to the doctor.Â
âIs there something I can do, Doctor Hufflepuff?â The blonde doctor looked over at her and nodded.Â
âYes, change his wounds.âÂ
She nodded, stepping forward to do her job while the doctor left.Â
Her words were stuck in her throat now that he was looking at her. Her hands were competent as they changed the bandages, only meeting his gaze when he winced.Â
âIâm sorry, did that hurt?â Supplies were low, but she didnât want him to suffer.Â
âNo, uh - thank you, maâam. Could you - do you think you could find out if my men are alright?âÂ
Although she had no idea how, she nodded. âIâll try.âÂ
The week passed, and every day, Leila barely spoke in his presence unless he asked her a question. She felt embarrassed now that he was awake, for having told him so much. Fortunately, he didnât seem to remember anything. His entire focus was on relearning how to walk.Â
By sheer luck, she found out what had happened to his men, going back to his room for the second time that day. The way he smiled at her always made her feel flustered, and this was no difference.Â
âYouâre back. Are you starting to like me?â He teased, knowing itâd bring out a small, shy smile. âIf you keep visiting me like this, the other men might feel jealous.â If he hoped that there was a reason to be jealous, that wasnât something anyone needed to know.Â
As usual, his gentle teasing had her cheeks warming.Â
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âGeorge. Um, do you remember when we first met?â When he nodded, she continued. âYou asked about your men. I found out theyâre alright. As alright as anyone can be when theyâre at the front, I suppose, but they were okay as of a week ago.âÂ
Although they both knew that a week was a lifetime in the war, he grabbed her hand, smiling at her in relief. âThank you. You really are an angel.âÂ
Her blush grew worse. âNo, Iâm really not.âÂ
âYouâre my angel.â Her stomach definitely flipped at the words.
Working in the infirmary with Holden just strengthened Leilaâs decision to become a Healer. She still didnât know what sheâd do once she left Hogwarts, whether sheâd 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 didnât like seeing George come in, not when there was blood all over his face.
Sheâd crossed the room quickly. âGeorge, what happened.â 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. âThat spiritâŚâ For a knight, he was easily scared by Peeves. He didnât want to admit to Leila heâd tried to escape it, only to walk into a trick door. âIâm fine though. Donât worry.â
She sighed, glad it hadnât been a fight. She hated violence, and George was always so kind, she didnât want him to get hurt. âHe terrifies me.â She admitted. âBut itâll be easy to fix.â
She pointed her wand at his face, seeing the mild apprehension. âYou can trust me.â Leila didnât blame him for being unsure of her, sheâd been avoiding him as much as possible since the fiasco of the confidence potion. But he nodded after a second. âEpiskey.â
Although it no longer looked broken, Leilaâs 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. âIs that better? If it still hurts, I can get something -â
As she turned away to find something that would help George, he grabbed her hand to keep her close to him. âNo, it doesnât hurt.â He liked seeing this Leila, he didnât want her to go away again in case it was a different Leila that came back. âItâs fine. Thank you.â
It was fun, standing on the edge of the balcony, without any fear that sheâd fall over the edge. Leila couldnât understand what had been wrong with her, to fear heights. It was a glorious feeling. When someone joined her, she smiled. âGeorge.â She bit her lip for a second, thinking of just how much she wanted to say to him, before turning to him. âYou never did teach me to play dice. Would you like to play with me now?âÂ
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Leila had already found her favourite place in the castle, the one place that her anxieties didnât 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.Â
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.Â
If heâd been reading it, she would never have dared, but as his attention was on a different book, she approached him. âExcuse me? Are you using this book?â 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.Â