|femexchange_mod (femexchange_mod) wrote in fem_exchange,|
@ 2008-12-16 16:20:00
|Entry tags:||cho/tracey, pg|
Happy holidays, sprawling_song! (Cho/Tracey, PG)
Pairing(s): Cho/Tracey, with Cho/Padma and Theodore/Blaise on the side.
Summary: Healing isn’t always an easy job– or an easy process.
Note: Thanks very much to my beta for her last-minute help on this. I tried to combine you requests for Cho/Anyone and use of a trio-era Slytherin here, so I hope you enjoy it, sprawling_song!
“I can’t be the only one who’s thought it! Preserving life isn’t exactly what Slytherins are known for.”
“They’re good with potions–”
“Well you’ve got to know how to brew the antidote if you get any of the poison by mistake, now don’t you?”
Tracey Davis’ lips press into a thin line as she shoulders past the whispering trainee Healers, not even deigning to make eye contact as she heads down the hall to the potions lab. She will never be immune to the gossip any more than she will be immune to the common cold, but she does expect it. It is, she supposes, the price she pays for being the only snake of the lot. The price of difference.
Cho jumps when the door to the potion lab swings open and Tracey stalks in, silent, to her station. She glances over briefly at Cho but says nothing, instead taking her seat and beginning to chop feverfew with quick, sharp motions that make regular thunking sounds each time her knife comes down against the table. With a slight frown, Cho looks back down at her own work, watching the batch of Pepper-Up she is brewing to make sure it doesn’t boil over and letting the sounds of Tracey’s frustrated chopping fade into the background.
At least, it does until Tracey drops the knife with a clatter and a sharp curse, and Cho jumps again and looks up to see Tracey’s hand bleeding. She is biting her bottom lip white as she fumbles for her wand with her other hand, but Cho gets there first, laying her wand to the wound and knitting skin back together with a few whispered words. Tracey lets out a slow breath, some of the tension in her shoulders relaxing. She moves as if to draw her hand back, but Cho doesn’t let her.
“Come on,” she says gently, falling into the reassuring tone of voice she uses for patients without even realising it, “let’s get your hand cleaned up.”
“Yes, Healer Chang,” Tracey says, but her lips twitch into a brief smile and she lets Cho clean off her hand without protest.
“Are you okay?”
“Thanks to you.”
Cho shakes her head. “Not what I meant,” she says. “I mean... is something wrong?”
Tracey looks up at her, and for a moment Cho almost forgets her train of thought entirely– Tracey’s eyes are so stunningly blue this close– but then she looks away again, straightening and sliding her hand out of Cho’s grasp.
“It’s nothing,” she answers calmly, “just a long day. Thanks.”
“Sure,” Cho says, because she knows I don’t want to talk about it when she hears it. “No problem.”