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Post by Esther Garnet on Nov 14, 2023 22:19:26 GMT -7
Dahlia smiled at Esther’s description of the many shenanigans that had resulted in students ending up in her care. That was a good sign that her headache must be wearing off. The blonde had a way of making patients feel comfortable, like they were just having a regular conversation without any kind of ulterior motive, when in fact she was also using this exchange as another form of medical examination. Being skilled in active listening was a very important component of the job and she was constantly trying to drill this practice into her trainees.
When Dahlia made the observation about the many students studying to become cursebreakers being consistent with the nature of the daring accidents Esther had listed off, she paused for a moment, pressing her lips together in thought. She nodded slowly, her eyes squinting before offering the woman an affirming smile. “I think you might be onto something there…”
As Dahlia confirmed Esther’s question about her school and settled into a comfortable position on the bed, the blonde listened curiously to her comment that Beauxbatons still had a long way to go. Arching a brow, she straightened up a little in her seat, stretching her back. “Because of your lycanthropy, you mean?” she asked inquisitively. Kids could be cruel - she had witnessed bullying first hand during her own school days due to her own ancestry, and Ilvermorny was considered more progressive than some of the other schools from her knowledge. Tales about Beauxbatons painted the student cohort and faculty as being a bit snobby and elitist, so she supposed that maybe she wouldn’t be too surprised to hear it confirmed.
She nodded in response to Daliah’s question. They had assumed each other’s schools based off of their accents - an easy theory to come to, really. “How’d you guess?” she asked rhetorically in a joking way. Sometimes thinking about school got her nostalgic for all the good memories, other times it made her remember the lowest point in her life when her mother unexpectedly died, leaving Esther in their care. Despite the mean-girl bullying, it wasn’t so bad. She’d had some good friends, one of which had lasted her a lifetime up until this day. She’d received valuable support from her professors, too. She couldn’t really complain.
When Dahlia made the observation about the many students studying to become cursebreakers being consistent with the nature of the daring accidents Esther had listed off, she paused for a moment, pressing her lips together in thought. She nodded slowly, her eyes squinting before offering the woman an affirming smile. “I think you might be onto something there…”
As Dahlia confirmed Esther’s question about her school and settled into a comfortable position on the bed, the blonde listened curiously to her comment that Beauxbatons still had a long way to go. Arching a brow, she straightened up a little in her seat, stretching her back. “Because of your lycanthropy, you mean?” she asked inquisitively. Kids could be cruel - she had witnessed bullying first hand during her own school days due to her own ancestry, and Ilvermorny was considered more progressive than some of the other schools from her knowledge. Tales about Beauxbatons painted the student cohort and faculty as being a bit snobby and elitist, so she supposed that maybe she wouldn’t be too surprised to hear it confirmed.
She nodded in response to Daliah’s question. They had assumed each other’s schools based off of their accents - an easy theory to come to, really. “How’d you guess?” she asked rhetorically in a joking way. Sometimes thinking about school got her nostalgic for all the good memories, other times it made her remember the lowest point in her life when her mother unexpectedly died, leaving Esther in their care. Despite the mean-girl bullying, it wasn’t so bad. She’d had some good friends, one of which had lasted her a lifetime up until this day. She’d received valuable support from her professors, too. She couldn’t really complain.
