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Alicia Spinnet-Pucey ([info]_alicia_) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
Alicia gave a brief nod along with a slight shrug in agreement, because Gwenog Jones’ injury wasn’t any of her business, no matter how she turned it. It was just something that she could help with, which was a point that she would get to once she had made certain that the other witch knew who she was. However, Gwenog continued, and when she suddenly came to a halt, Alicia found herself looking at a finger raised at her, not unlike when she had been told off in school. The difference was, that back then she had deserved that raised finger and it had intimidated her, and now? Not so much.

Looking from the finger that was raised at her to the eyes that were glaring at her, she quirked and eyebrow and stopped herself before she actually snorted at the ridiculousness. There was no reason to provoke anymore, especially since that hadn’t been her intention in the first place. And still… “Really?” she asked with a headshake of incredulity. “In important places? So do I, but before we get that far, pray tell why I would tell anybody about this?” She gestured around them, indicating the studio in general, and Gwenog Jones and her ballet in particular. “I can help you,” she glanced briefly to the long shapely leg. “I’ve specialized in sports medicine with the medical team in Portree,” she continued, a subtle and Muggle-friendly way of referring to her Healer status at a Quidditch team. “My guess is the medical team at your workplace has deemed your injury sufficiently healed for you to do your job, and your teacher here sees what you’re doing as ‘just a hobby’, right? Well, I can help you. I know how to treat you work related injuries and though it’s been several years since I’ve danced, I know ballet. I can help you. But you’re right, it’s none of my business. Just offering help where I know I can make a difference, but it’s completely up to you.” Nonchalantly Alicia held up her hands and backed away. She had dealt with Quidditch divas even before she joined the Healer team in Portree, and really, she had nothing to lose if Jones didn’t accept her offer.


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