Thread: Love is merely a madness {Vitae and Snape}

Nearly second after unlocking the door students began rushing in - some were complaining about aching stomachs because of them eating something their organism doesn't tolerate, others, apparently came to Hogwarts already sick with small deals such as sore throat or stuffed nose, sometimes painful cough. The third category of students rushing to the hospital wing were really alike Medora, and were all pleased out - this group contained slackers who attempted to fake sickness in order to skip some class, but even if amount of those was fairly big, it didn't cause young nurse to separate real cases from pretenders. It wasn't yet a season for the fourth case, as it was only a second day, but many 5th and 7th graders paid Medora a visit she made a mental note - all of them were female to get something against nerves, as they had panic attacks based of upcoming exams occurring. It was ridiculous for someone to care this much... But Medora already sincerely hoped to be done at Hogwarts before the actual pre-exam weeks took a place. As if her day wasn't fun enough, she had a little music - her own stomach seemed to play marches, though unlike her patients it was caused by hunger, not products consumed due foolishness and ignorance. Medora only thanked all the magic forces for hospital being one noisy place, so her stomach rumbles weren't heard, and if they were it wasn't easy to tell who's organism is rioting. That day she again regretted being so persistent about her researches she took a desperate step such as this - probably teaching would have been a better solution... If the only vacant positions weren't for teachers of muggle studies Medora could never fall so low she'd study life of those brainless simpletons and arithmancy. Both subjects were making her wrinkle nose in disgust due their studying spheres, topic and uselessness - people like Medora were only eager to take from life what could bring them use and success later. The lunch time was coming closer, but the amount of students in hospital wing didn't seem to decrease fast - for one leaving there were three new coming, and Medora was getting fairly stressed she is destined to starve herself to death here. At the ministry it was normal during her work hours as she didn't require eating nor any other biological processes since her whole entity was concentrated on the work that did intrigue and interest her....While now it was an unpleasant activity she had to go through to gain herself an access to continue what she's started the department of Mysteries. Even if the hospital wing was making her sick at the very second day of her newly started career of a nurse. Luckily, the room had emptied a few minutes before the lunch, what gave Medora a chance to fill her stomach with something more than tea and chocolate. It was quite ironic that the health specialist of Hogwarts led such an unhealthy lifestyle - skipping meals, lacking sleep, reading in the darkness... She attended meal at Hogwarts only once as a teacher, and, of course, didn't memorize the place where she sat - but as she came in there was only one seat left, which caused Medora to sneer slightly, remembering last night's encounter. The empty chair, of course, stood by Severus' side, and she was going to take an advantage on that... So subtly no one but him would know it, and Medora doubted he'd bring it up in front of everyone... But this was a perfect way to disarm him from further involvement into her researches, as nurse's senses were telling her it wasn't the first time he'd check out if she remained reading. Smirking she sat down, suddenly forgetting about all the hunger as her plan was no the main thing to bother about, and slid hand under table, landing it over his knee.