The Aftermath PV Julia E.

Natasha entered the Hospital Wing behind Cassandra, tired and exhausted, but feeling on top of the world. She watched as the older girl gently laid Julia on a bed, before talking to some Healer interns, and pointing to the two of them. Soon after, Cassandra left, and some interns came to look the two girls over.

She was healed fairly quickly, and a wave of relaxation passed through her body, as she smiled gratefully at the students healing her. Julia, they'd said, was also healed, but they were going to let her wake up on her own.

Natasha thought back to the events of the previous hour. The exhiliration of duelling, the rapid fire spell exchanges, the trash talk had truly been an amazing experience. It didn't hurt that she'd won of course, and she was glad she had registered on the waitlist of the Ravenclaw duelling team.

She looked down at Julia, who was still asleep, and while she knew first year spells were unlikely to harm anyone badly, well, surely first year students duelling couldn't harm anyone badly? As much as they had trashed each other during the duel, she realized that Julia could be easy to vibe with, if they got closer in the future.

Bored, but —for some reason— unwiliing to leave Julia alone, she started looking around the Hospital Wing, grinning at the Venus Flytrap name 'Fred' on top of the healer's desk, surronded by photos she assumed were her family.
Julia stirred, and Natasha glanced back down at her as she opened her eyes. Slipping back to trash talk, she grinned at the girl, "You look better Evans. Less... on fire"