Band-Aids & First Aid Kits PV Kelsey Brumby Fin

The voice that came out of the grown man was not one that Maya expected. He sounded like a young teenager with the slurs of his words and the laziness of his enunciation. He laughed at her after she explained what a Band-Aid was. She was confused at why he would laugh and not go and look for such a supply in his cabinet.

"Do you really got that?" she replied back, her eyes raised up high. Did he really know what she was talking about or was he just pretending?

Maya handed over her first aid kit to the nurse after he snapped his fingers for it. "I don't need a load of crap, I need Band-Aids," she said again, and she began to follow him to wherever he was going.

When he began to talk about where he kept his muggle stuff, a smile couldn't help but be painted upon her face. He did have knowledge of muggle supplies and products.

Maya crossed her arms and leaned to one side. "Listen, the last nurse did not know what I was talking about, so I just assumed...," Maya explained, her Israeli accent thick. The last thing she wanted to do was to assume the blood status of the man in front of her.

It was then she realized that her arms felt colder than usual. She looked down and saw that she was not wearing her signature red cloak. Instead, she was in all black. She was wearing black pants with a black turtleneck top. It was a usual outfit she would wear within the cloak. Something simple. In a way, she felt naked without her cloak. Although feeling a bit different, she did not make note of it. All she wanted were Band-Aids.

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This nurse had everything from pain relievers to muggle flu symptom remedies. These products were surely not stocked prior to his arrival. It was pure nostalgia to see brands that she grew up with (even if it was in a different language). Maya peered over the nurse to see more of his product.

"Fine... All of it," she said, with a small smile. To have all of these supplies had to be that he was a Muggle-Born. There was no way he was Half-Blood and definitely no sure in hell that he was a Pure-Blood. The question was boiling inside but she did not want to outright ask his status. It wasn't appropriate.

Perhaps it was just her, but hearing someone who had a strong muggle background speak like magic was almighty did not settle with her. Maya grew up as a muggle and will never forget that she comes from muggles. She would never settle on a "bezoar" the way he described. At least not right away. She would do everything she could muggle-wise first. Her arms still crossed across her abdomen, Maya began to play with her fingers and nails using her thumb. She winced when her thumb hit the small paper cut.

"Sometimes magic isn't the answer," she retorted while stepping back from the supplies. She looked at the nurse with her brown, beady eyes. "Magic shares more unexpected consequence. It's better to care for others manually."

It seemed like medicine did not fall far from the tree. Like mother, like son. Maya contemplated what it would be like if she followed the footsteps of her mother. She would be a housewife who sits at home, popping out babies and caring for the home. Definitely not a lifestyle for her.

Maya nodded at his question about needing a Band-Aid. She took out her hand from being crossed towards his direction. "I was grading homework and I got a papercut. I didn't have a Band-Aid for it," she said, now pointing at the smallest cut. It was practically invisible, but Maya knew it was there.

@Kelsey Brumby

It was rare to know someone who wanted to see both sides. In this world they lived in, it was definitely one-sided. It was the reason the Daily Prophet and other forms of magical media have been dealing with the political motion of equality by all blood status'. Most who are magic and have lived in the magical realm would only abide by their experience and not take into consideration those who lived differently.

But not the nurse in front of Maya. No. He wanted to understand both sides. It was very unlikely that he was of Pure-Blood status. The way he spoke about muggle medicine though, she was also eliminating the prospect of him being Half-blood as well. It seemed all too "muggle" for her.

The way he handled her sharing of a papercut couldn't help but make Maya laugh. She listened to his instructions and went to the nearest sink to wash her hands with soap and water. As she was lathering up the white, foamy soap between her fingers, she realized that she had not laughed like that in a very long time. Although the laugh was short, it felt as though it healed her soul for a split second.

Drying her hands, ignoring the discomfort of the towel caressing over her cut, she made her way back to the nurse with a smile. "I'll take my chances with the pain," she said putting her hand back out towards him, hoping he would be so inclined to put the cream and Band-Aid on.

"I'm not sure if you know, but the Hospital Wing is one of the most popular rooms of the school," she half-heartedly joked. It was her best attempt of small talk.

@Kelsey Brumby

There was a sense of personal pride watching the nurse take care of her papercut muggle-style. There was no need for wands, magic and the like. Sure, Maya was to feel the sting for the next few hours, but it was worth it to remind herself she was still human than to ignore that fact. She was still interested to know his background and how he was well-knowledgeable in the muggle department of things. Perhaps she would share her background as a way to peer into his.

"I was taught at a young age to never turn your back on who you really are," she started. "As a muggle-born, I pride in looking forward with two cultures in my pocket," she finished.

Maya took back her hand once it was finished being tended to. She looked at her finger and saw to her surprise that it was wrapped professionally well. It wasn't one of those Band-Aid wraps that you can find in a local drug store. It was as if he was a paramedic in the muggle world and had cared for a wound. She smiled as a thank you to the nurse.

"We are, at the moment, fortunate," Maya said matter-of-factly, at his banter back. She looked around the room, finding it peaceful for once. The room was always filled with students injured one way or another: unexpected fires, giants infiltrating the castle, Hags doing their worst to the students, and more. The fact that it was quiet was quite unheard of. The nurse was lucky to have a breather.

"And what then when the tsunami will hit? You'll take excitement over the students' misery because you have something to do?" Maya questioned him, her shapely brown and thin eyebrows raising. It wasn't a secret that he was bored. She had many moments of being in her office during 'office hours' where no student walked in. While she had to be in her classroom, she had no way to leave and found it excruciatingly boring to just sit there during the hour or more.

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