#So Simon is a fanboy about medicine and doctors and then he meets Jonathan and will be just like WOOOW ♥

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Semi plotted starter for @undeadunalive​ ♥ “Can't you really remember anything at all?” asked the blonde healer in a calm tone when he was near a hospital bed and carefully observed his patient while he read his file with the symptoms in his hand. As so often, Madame Pomfrey had done an excellent job, Simon had such enormous respect for this woman and her craft and it was such an honor for him to learn from her. In this case too, The blondehaired was very close to her, listening to her tips and instructions on how to administer the right medicine and assess the doses. He had returned to Hogwarts for several years after graduating over ten years ago. But he was drawn back to school, to this very school, if he didn't work outside as a nurse in the Muggle as well as in the wizarding world at St. Mungo's Hospital. It was already a bit late and some students were still in the great hall to have their dinner. The student who was brought in showed signs of intoxication that were not life threatening but initially asked questions about what the cause was and what remedy was used. Simon was only thinking of a stupid boyish prank that went a little too far, an illegal potion that had been mixed up badly in a secret mission to the potion room. The boy, who were at the age of 15, has been brought in with signs of delirium and hallucinations, which in botanical terms was always a sign of an overdose of Belladonna. The boy was doing better with the treatment, but it seemed that this type of overdose had a stronger aftertaste because of memory loss, which was probably still related to the severe delirium. He smiled at the student and put the file aside, talked to him for a while and gave him a glass with dark liquid, it was medicine consisting of the antidote physostigmine, for detoxification, which tasted slightly sweet and metallic. It would be the best if the student would spend the night at the supervision of Madame Pomfrey.  As much as she acts obediently, but could obviously be sloppy and sneaky if she did not like to talk about a topic, she was very passionate about her work and had no time for fuss. Although this increased as she got older, the healer didn't want to know anything about it at first, even jokingly but nevertheless with a serious undertone said to Simon that he would never tell her when to go to sleep or when to rest just because she had reached a certain age. Simon knew her behavior at best, she was a very loving and responsible woman and he wished one day to be able to follow in her footsteps. Soon enough, the night turned to the lands and Madame Pomfrey assured Simon that he could retire back to his room and that she would do the last few things and take care of the students. The blonde was carrying a couple of smaller bottles and cork glasses in his arms, some were empty, the others were full, because he wanted to do a little more medicine that night - he also carried some small books and dried plants wrapped in paper. He left the hospital wing and walked quietly along the stony, old hallways of the castle, only the sound of muffled voices could be heard in the background. As much as Simon enjoyed life in this castle, the many students and teachers who hurried around during the daytime, but he just as much loved the silence of the night. For a moment the healer got caught in his thoughts, his head turned to the old windows, looked at the stars, the tops of the trees from the Forbidden Forest, felt its activities - as he was in a curve of the corridor and in his carelessness seemed to collide with something or rather someone. The young wizard tensed up for a moment and a small bottle fell to the floor because of that. “Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention, I didn’t hear you.”, Simon apologized, obviously embarrassed, as he pulled out his wand and whispered the spell Reparo as the bottle reassembled and flew back into his arms.

Blue eyes gazed into the face of the person with whom he surprisingly collided and said nothing for a few seconds, but smiled at the brown-haired, taller male. “I'm not sure, but I don't think I've ever really seen you active in the castle, you're a professor too, aren't you? It's my fault ... sometimes I sink a little too much into my work and thoughts, it quickly fades something out.” the wizard noticed that he was talking like a river and stopped abruptly. “I'm... I’m sorry, I hope you're not angry about my clumsiness.”