the day is never done // open

[ROXANNE KEARN]

It was a quiet December afternoon in the Hogwarts infirmary. The beds were empty, Roxanne had caught up on all paperwork she needed to complete, and the supply inventory was fully stocked. For once, she had some time to relax and take a much needed break. When she had first taken this job, she had not anticipated how much work it would entail. Yes, being a healer was always a demanding job, but she thought at Hogwarts there wouldn’t be as much need, except for Quidditch. She was wrong. Students seemed to be the most accident prone demographic. Or at least they always said it was an accident. Half the time she knew it was the result of some silly fight or ridiculous prank pulled by another student. Hogwarts life hadn’t changed that much since her days it seemed.

Leaning back in her armchair, Roxanne smiled and sighed in contentment. She picked up the black travel coffee mug on the side table next to her and took a large gulp of its contents, staining her lips red. Nobody would question her if they saw her drinking out of a coffee mug, and that way the blood remained warm, just as she liked it. While it had taken her a while to get used to her need for blood, now it was just routine, as were her methods to keep her identity a secret. Of course the Headmistress knew, and some of the school staff, but for the most part Roxanne kept it hidden. She knew well how some people reacted to beings such as her, and she had no interest in moving again so soon.

Just as Roxanne contemplated whether to experiment in her potion making that evening, she heard the door to the Hospital Wing open. She heaved a deep sigh and stood up from her comfortable spot with great difficulty. Her job was never done with these students. “Coming, coming,” she called out to the visitor as she dabbed her lips with a handkerchief and reapplied her red lipstick, trying to hide any possible bloodstains. As she made her way out of her office and into the main area of the infirmary, she slipped the tube of lipstick back into her robe pocket. “Alright, what is it this time?” She asked exasperatedly.

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