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The Hospital Wing had been nowhere near as terrifying as the rumors had made it out to be. In fact, her experience there, while rather dimly lit, had actually been rather pleasant. A quick incantation had fixed up Dinara's ankle and wrist faster than she she could even blink! Perhaps placing a little more trust in the unknown would be beneficial to the young girl. It was in this moment that a sudden interest and a passion for learning more about magical cures and spells would ignite in the young girl.
Before the manifestation of her powers, Dinara had always wanted to be a doctor. Not a vet, simply because she didn't think she could stomach seeing all those cute critters get injured. To her, the human body seemed incredible; for it to be able to regenerate so many times even after it gets knocked down time and time again is nothing short of a miracle. She also had the utmost respect for Muggle nurses who toiled hours and hours with the sole goal of saving someone's life! It's truly a remarkable act of pure goodness that Dinara hoped she'd one day be able to emulate.
Now that there seemed to be a more efficient way to be able to help to rid people of their ailments, Dinara was more than excited to learn about it. She hadn't seen anything in her textbooks (which she had briefly flipped ahead in order to get a headstart in class for) that had mentioned anything that was anywhere near the healing spell that the nurse had used on her. Nevertheless, Dinara had made up her mind to find out more if she could ever become a magical doctor. For now, she would have to settle for doing other things that were out of the goodness of her heart.
The whole reason why the young Huffle was hiding out in the Study Room during such a festive season rather than going out to mingle with her friends was also an act of pure goodness from her own heart. Surrounded by balls of yarn and knitting needles of various sizes, Dinara worked tirelessly with only the soft crackle of the fireplace and the steady clicks of her knitting needles to accompany her.
Piles of wooly sweaters, scarves, socks and gloves were neatly folded into different sets, different names clearly knitted into the design of each sweater to indicate the receiver of each set. If one looked beyond the balls of yarn which were the objects that predominantly occupied the majority of the tablespace, they would also notice the various spools of thread and a sewing kit at the side, along with several fabric adhesives. Apart from her knitted clothing, Dinara also had made use of her embroidery experience to make little iron-on patches that she intended to give out to her other friends; be it simply Housemates or acquaintances that she's not had the pleasure of getting to know better.
The iron-on patches came in various shapes and designs, but Dinara was proudest of a sunflower design that she had done. She had intended for these patches to be nice little additions to the students' scarves or robes, though she wasn't entirely sure if that was against the school rules. Letting out a loud breath of air and wiping off a small bead of sweat off her forehead, Dinara quickly turned her attention back to the current task at hand -- a pale yellow and white scarf for her brother back home.
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