[ You can give the boy a bit of space, the nurse replies, making a shooing motion with her hand. However, William finds Grell's hand first, keeping her where she is. ]
It's fine. I'd prefer it if they stayed.
[ Even as he's saying it, and feeling her hand in his, he's unsure where the actions are coming from. ]
[ Unable to keep her surprise hidden, Grell covers her gaping mouth - with her free hand, of course. Absolutely nothing would keep her from releasing his hand, either! ]
Will... [ Cheeks rosy with glee, her knees press together as she gives his hand a reassuring squeeze. ] Of course I'll stay.
[ Madam Pomfrey has worked at this academy for a long time. Long enough to put together that there's always an influx of 5th year boys who come to her acting far more romantic than she's ever known them to be. Damn that Potions IV text having a whole chapter dedicated to love potions!
William had been in to see her many times before, mainly from Quidditch induced injuries, so she's well aware that this gentle behavior towards his team rival is bizarre, as subtle as it may be. She hums to herself before standing.
Sit tight dear, I will get you something to settle your stomach. That's when she turns to Grell and continues. Would you assist me please, Grell? Standing, she beckons the redhead to follow her. ]
[ Out of earshot, Madam Pomfrey opens up her medicine storage room, flicks on the light and scans the labels for the proper antidote to nausea.
I want you to be honest with me, Grell. Did you, sneak William a love potion? She's positive that's the case and is already grabbing a second bottle down from a high shelf. ]
[ Grell's mouth twists into a frown, arms folded over her chest. So THIS is what she meant by helping! She huffs, but-- looking back to William, seeing him so uncomfortable in that infirmary bed, she slumps just so. ]
Will admitting so help you figure out how to reverse the side effects?
[ She sighs but gives Grell a nod. Though most love potions are negated in the same way, the added side effect of vomiting means something did't go quite right.
I need you to tell me just what you used. She explains, her tone not quite scolding, but more disappointed. ]
[ As Grell lists off the ingredients, the nurse carefully picks out the correct bottle, Summoning them towards her with the Accio charm.
He's a smart boy. I don't doubt that he'll realize it on his own once his thoughts are back in order. She hands Grell both bottles and tucks her wand back in her apron pocket. These potions are not the way to win over the one you love. In many cases, it makes them push away once they find out. ]
[ Hearing Grell's voice and then seeing her face has William sitting up with a relieved look. It's an odd thing for him to feel at all, even more so in regards to Grell. Still, he eyes the bottles warily. Very rarely does medicine taste good, much less that it will heal you! And after that tea, he's not keen on drinking something new. ]
[ Huffing slightly, he gives in and takes the first dose of medicine. It doesn't taste nearly as bad as that tea did, but he still frowns after swallowing all of it. ]
I have to take two things?
[ He thought he just had nausea, so what could this second one be for? ]
[ William's just starting to drink the potion when Grell makes that last comment. Thus, he nearly chokes on it. Despite the softened feelings he's had towards her this last hour, the new nickname earns her a glare. ]
Do not call me that.
[ Back to drinking that potion again. How long til it rights his mind, though? ]
[ Even under the influence of a love potion, he's still very much himself. It's positively delightful, really... An affirmation that she'd never lose interest! ]
[ A bit of a huff and he's slowly drinking more of the potion. This one is exceptionally bitter and has him pulling a face almost akin to the one he'd made at the tea. It gives him zero hope that it will make anything better! ]
[ Despite the disappointed, vaguely whiny hum that elicits, she's still grinning with amusement! Though that does give way to some pity, with how difficult a time he has taking that potion. ]
[ With a cheer, she her hands join with a clap-- until he shoves that bottle into her hand, that is! ]
Coffee it is, then!
[ Reaching into her coat pocket, she procures a strawberry-filled chocolate candy that she'd managed to steal off someone at the table. Batting her lashes, she slips it into his palm. ]
[ Though, he'll surely pocket that candy for later, being a bit of a sucker for sweet things. But, as he's scolding her, the realization that he'd taken her hand earlier comes back to him. Why had he done that? ]
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It's fine. I'd prefer it if they stayed.
[ Even as he's saying it, and feeling her hand in his, he's unsure where the actions are coming from. ]
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Will... [ Cheeks rosy with glee, her knees press together as she gives his hand a reassuring squeeze. ] Of course I'll stay.
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William had been in to see her many times before, mainly from Quidditch induced injuries, so she's well aware that this gentle behavior towards his team rival is bizarre, as subtle as it may be. She hums to herself before standing.
Sit tight dear, I will get you something to settle your stomach. That's when she turns to Grell and continues. Would you assist me please, Grell? Standing, she beckons the redhead to follow her. ]
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So, with an airy, pouty huffed, she takes his hand on both of hers for a brief moment as she stands to slip away! ]
I'll be right back, darling!
[ And bounding after the nurse, she regards her with alertly raised brows. ]
What can I do, madam?
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I want you to be honest with me, Grell. Did you, sneak William a love potion? She's positive that's the case and is already grabbing a second bottle down from a high shelf. ]
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Will admitting so help you figure out how to reverse the side effects?
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I need you to tell me just what you used. She explains, her tone not quite scolding, but more disappointed. ]
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Uhm. Rose petals. Strawberry juice and apple juice, with seeds... basil leaves, ginseng... Vanilla, red wine... I think that's it...
[ Rubbing the side of her neck, she reminds herself that she doesn't care what the instructors think, but-- ]
You won't tell him, will you?
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He's a smart boy. I don't doubt that he'll realize it on his own once his thoughts are back in order. She hands Grell both bottles and tucks her wand back in her apron pocket. These potions are not the way to win over the one you love. In many cases, it makes them push away once they find out. ]
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Maybe. I just wanted to show him that it isn't so bad to let one's guard down once in a while, you know? He's such a stubborn boy.
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She leads them back to the bed where William is lying down, hand rubbing at his forehead. He looks a tad better, but far from cured. ]
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Thank you, madam!
[ Merrily following behind, she plops back into the chair once they're reached William's bedside. ]
These ought to do the trick, darling!
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Come now, it will help! You must feel dehydrated all all that, besides, mm?
[ Batting her lashes at him, she offers her cutest smile. ]
If it tastes bad, we'll just have to find something to sweeten you up~♥
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[ Huffing slightly, he gives in and takes the first dose of medicine. It doesn't taste nearly as bad as that tea did, but he still frowns after swallowing all of it. ]
I have to take two things?
[ He thought he just had nausea, so what could this second one be for? ]
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[ Not a lie, really. Grell doesn't exactly know where she went wrong with her potion, so... ]
You can do it, big boy~
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Do not call me that.
[ Back to drinking that potion again. How long til it rights his mind, though? ]
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Even when it's just the two of us~?
[ Even under the influence of a love potion, he's still very much himself. It's positively delightful, really... An affirmation that she'd never lose interest! ]
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[ A bit of a huff and he's slowly drinking more of the potion. This one is exceptionally bitter and has him pulling a face almost akin to the one he'd made at the tea. It gives him zero hope that it will make anything better! ]
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Just knock it back, dear!
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I think I'll be quitting tea. At least for a good while.
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Coffee it is, then!
[ Reaching into her coat pocket, she procures a strawberry-filled chocolate candy that she'd managed to steal off someone at the table. Batting her lashes, she slips it into his palm. ]
For you, my sweet.
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[ Though, he'll surely pocket that candy for later, being a bit of a sucker for sweet things. But, as he's scolding her, the realization that he'd taken her hand earlier comes back to him. Why had he done that? ]
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I never said that. Though, if you'd care to make it official, I certainly wouldn't mind.
[ Leaning forward, she rests her elbows onto the bed, fingers laced together. ]
So, how do you feel?
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[ His answer is immediate. ]
Honestly, this past hour has left me a bit confused.
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