aftermath pv Bernie, Nurse Frogge discontinued?

Polonius was on his feet when the two students entered the hospital wing, the nurse taking stock of his current group of injured students. Mostly spell mishaps, today, owing to a lack of sporting events to bring in the physically injured children. Overlarge noses, unfortunate potion-related rashes, and other unpleasantness abound. It was almost refreshing to see two students walking in with bloodied noses, soaking in cold lake water. Almost. The shock of the sight was enough to offset the pleasantness of a change of pace. "Oh," said Polonius softly as he walked up toward Rhys and Bernard, giving them each a quick glance over. "Both walking. Not hurting too much, are we? Should I expect more, or is it just you two?"

Polonius paused beside Rhys, looking down at their hands and then back up to their face, tutting softly. Whatever may have occurred beyond the bounds of the hospital wing, Rhys sure seemed like the winner of the altercation. Bloodied knuckles were a lot less uncomfortable than the angle that Bernard's nose was currently sitting at. But minor brute force injuries were nothing unfixable. Polonius drew his wand from his pocket and flicked it in small circles toward each of Rhys' hands, muttering 'ferula'. A spool of bandage was wound around each injured hand, soothing the cuts and scrapes they might have accumulated from their little scuffle.

"I am afraid this is the point where you two have to tell me what happened," said a regretful Polonius. A Gryffindor and a Slytherin walking into the hospital wing with blood on their robes was not a new sight. This sort of feud was as old as the school itself! "Is it just your nose? Why are you both soaking wet?"

Only the nose - well, that's hardly a problem. If the kids were a bit older, this would be a great learning opportunity for a few basic healing charms. As it was, however, the two tired kids look like they had worn themselves out enough that learning was off the table. Polonius face remained unchanged, giving no indication that he was stirred by Bernard's compelling story - though he did purse his lips at the end, expecting the facade to fall after a few moments of indifferent staring. If that was the story he was going with, he would let it sit for now - perhaps it was better not to dig in when the red-handed one was still present.

However, the suspect stepped in to set the story straight before Polonius could interrogate anything further. Turning his head toward them, Polonius peered through his spectacles down at Rhys, nodding subtly at each correction to the narrative. Part true, part lie. "Three times?" said Polonius, blinking in surprise and inspecting Rhys for wounds. There was no sign that Bernard had hit back beyond shoving the other child into the lake, and based upon the lying they were doing for each other, they had resolved to solve their dispute internally. Still, he was an adult, and thus responsible for laying down some sort of consequence for their transgression.

"You shouldn't lie to healers - it's dangerous," Polonius cautioned, with a soft tut. He lifted his wand again and brought it up to Bernard's face, squinting as he took a closer look at that poor abused nose. "This is going to sting, but only for a moment. Please, be ready. Three, two, episkey," counted the nurse, ending with another swish of his wand that brought that nose back into tip-top form... with a bit of sudden, jarring pain that disappeared as quickly as it arrived. "There you go... the blood will just need a damp cloth, but we can leave that for a moment until the pain subsides."

The nurse stowed his wand, certain enough that their wounds had been dealt with. Rhys, who had addressed him most recently, had the first part of the stern warning directed at them. "I know this is a new environment for you both as first years, and some conflict is to be expected, and some roughhousing - but punching someone three times? And throwing one another into the lake? That is very irresponsible, and the two of you are lucky it was not worse." He was making the lake out to be much more dangerous than it truly was, especially at its edge, but if one of them had nearly drowned in a foot of water then the caution was warranted. The man folded his arms and looked to Bernard as well. "The two of you seem to have sorted this out among yourselves for now - or I assume so, as you are lying for each other - but if there are other incidents, you can expect letters home to your parents and a word with your respective heads of house. Is that clear?"