01-04-2022, 12:15 AM
Astrid was on her way back from the trip to the village with Rowena. The journey had been interesting with a little talk between them mostly on little subjects. Receiving her wand however had been the highlight of the trip, the owner hadn't asked her much and mostly handed her wand after wand in what she assumed was to see if one was to her liking. It wasn't until he handed her one in particular, a wand made from hawthorn wood with the core of a unicorn hair, 12 3/4in long and an unyielding flexibility that she felt an odd feeling she hadn't felt in a long time, since her first experience with magic at a very young age. Her reaction seemed to be what the shop owner was looking for and with a smile said it was hers. After paying for her wand and tucking it safely into her pocket, she returned to the school with Rowena. The experience had been a little nerve wracking because she was unsure just what to expect but now that she knew at least when she had the chance to take her siblings she would be able to be the support they need as Rowena had been for her. For now she would tuck her fathers wand away in her room and on her next trip to see her siblings she would leave it behind for all of them to properly display somewhere alongside their mother's wand.
Wanting to double or at this point triple check everything was in order in the infirmary while she still had time, Astrid made her way up to the grand room. She looked up at first, eyeing the large windows trailing one side of the room and already brightening up the space with natural light. She took several steps into the room, her mind forming a list to check things when a voice caught her attention and she paused. Was someone here going through everything? Was it someone hurt or someone trying to cause trouble? True she hadn't hid the fact she had come from an environment soaked in viking tradition and rumors but she didn't think anyone would outright cause her trouble like this, not today.
With the help of her combat training and maybe some luck whoever the voice belonged to wasn't paying attention, Astrid calmly and quietly approached. She took note of several blood soaked cloths and puddles of dirty water along the floor as she crossed the room, hinting at her mind that it had to be someone injured and when a quick fix didn't help they had come in search of something stronger. The question was though, who?
Her question was answered as she made it across the room to the cabinets she kept the various potions and ingredients stored away and standing in front of it was the familiar outline of Godric. She had only encountered him a few times, him a bit hesitant to approach though she couldn't imagine why other than the usual reasons. Still, even though things were a little shaky between them she wasn't about to let his injury go unnoticed nor it seemed for is inability to read the labels across several of the bottles in his frantic search.
With a smile, Astrid loosely folded her arms across her chest as she watched just a moment longer. Wearing a dark teal colored dress, it hugged a few of her curves but not enough to draw attention to the figure under it and would go well with her white apron currently hanging up on the wall just to the left of her injured invader but she would wait to grab it just yet. It just looked like to much of a fun opportunity to catch this man off guard for what seemed to be a rare chance.
"Thankfully for the stone and your boot that potion won't eat through them but it will leave behind a terrible smell if not cleaned up sooner rather than later." Astrid said calmly behind him, doing everything she could to hold back a smirk at the reaction that was potentially about to happen, like a child getting caught sneaking a treat when told no and instead offered a small simple and helpful smile. "You'll find the essence of dittany on the second shelf from the top, third from the right in the medium jar labeled as so. However might I suggest something a little stronger if you've still an open wound and bleeding? If you don't mind stepping aside, I can see about gathering it for you and patching you up before the students start to arrive."
Wanting to double or at this point triple check everything was in order in the infirmary while she still had time, Astrid made her way up to the grand room. She looked up at first, eyeing the large windows trailing one side of the room and already brightening up the space with natural light. She took several steps into the room, her mind forming a list to check things when a voice caught her attention and she paused. Was someone here going through everything? Was it someone hurt or someone trying to cause trouble? True she hadn't hid the fact she had come from an environment soaked in viking tradition and rumors but she didn't think anyone would outright cause her trouble like this, not today.
With the help of her combat training and maybe some luck whoever the voice belonged to wasn't paying attention, Astrid calmly and quietly approached. She took note of several blood soaked cloths and puddles of dirty water along the floor as she crossed the room, hinting at her mind that it had to be someone injured and when a quick fix didn't help they had come in search of something stronger. The question was though, who?
Her question was answered as she made it across the room to the cabinets she kept the various potions and ingredients stored away and standing in front of it was the familiar outline of Godric. She had only encountered him a few times, him a bit hesitant to approach though she couldn't imagine why other than the usual reasons. Still, even though things were a little shaky between them she wasn't about to let his injury go unnoticed nor it seemed for is inability to read the labels across several of the bottles in his frantic search.
With a smile, Astrid loosely folded her arms across her chest as she watched just a moment longer. Wearing a dark teal colored dress, it hugged a few of her curves but not enough to draw attention to the figure under it and would go well with her white apron currently hanging up on the wall just to the left of her injured invader but she would wait to grab it just yet. It just looked like to much of a fun opportunity to catch this man off guard for what seemed to be a rare chance.
"Thankfully for the stone and your boot that potion won't eat through them but it will leave behind a terrible smell if not cleaned up sooner rather than later." Astrid said calmly behind him, doing everything she could to hold back a smirk at the reaction that was potentially about to happen, like a child getting caught sneaking a treat when told no and instead offered a small simple and helpful smile. "You'll find the essence of dittany on the second shelf from the top, third from the right in the medium jar labeled as so. However might I suggest something a little stronger if you've still an open wound and bleeding? If you don't mind stepping aside, I can see about gathering it for you and patching you up before the students start to arrive."
