Delivering potions was work for the orderlies. Padma's place was in the depths of the hospital, out of the way from the bustle of the Healers and patients, in a dank potions lab with others in her program. Sometimes, though, a brew was entirely too delicate to be trusted to orderlies. Today, Padma had drawn the short straw and had to bring a smoking goblet up to one of the patients in the Dai Llewellyn Ward.
She was on her way back down to the laboratory, her hands deep in lime-green pockets and her mind far away. Lord, her feet hurt. She really needed a boyfriend to rub them. Or just a boy.
She paused at the sound of her name and smiled as she turned around. "Marietta," she said, "hi." She knew the other well enough through being in Ravenclaw together, but Padma was still a little sore about the whole betrayal to Umbridge thing. But no reason not to be friendly.
"I work here," she said, plucking at her uniform top.