Sawyer had told her to lie in order to snag herself a significant other. And at first that idea had seemed amazing, not to mention appropriate. She didn't want people freaking out over her sickness. Or running away because they couldn't take it. The idea of that hurt her to the point where she hadn't wanted to even consider entering a relationship for a while. But then she'd had that conversation with Sawyer outside the hospital about lying her way into a relationship, and she had considered doing just that for a while.
Violet just wasn't sure who to lie to. She had a fair share of friends but she'd never actually date any of them, even if Sawyer was the only one who knew. Quite a few of her friends were just a tad unsavory. So she wound up deciding to just not do it at all. She had no one worth lying to in her life in that way. And she felt as if her expiration date was a bit too short to go about finding someone new. But she did happen to have developed a bit of crush on Heather, the lovely Hogwarts Healer who sometimes gave her checkups and helped with her pain and nausea.
Heather was a good few years older than Violet but she didn't let that get to her at all. Mainly because she didn't think having a relationship with the Healer was likely at all. The chance of a Healer like Heather developing any sort of feelings for a lowly fifth year like her just seemed exceptionally unlikely. But that didn't mean that she couldn't flirt with the idea. Violet flirted with a lot of ideas. It was a big part of her life. She was a Ravenclaw after all and took great pride in thinking about the impossible or improbable quite often.
She'd decided that it might not hurt to be a bit more flirty than usual. Would it really hurt anything? She didn't think so. Heather probably wouldn't take her or her flirting very seriously at all. And it was that thought she kept in mind as she made her way into the Hospital Wing for her weekly checkup. She didn't find them all that necessary considering all her visits to St. Mungos but apparently the school had deemed one just as necessary as the other.
"Hello Heather," she greeted sitting on the nearest bed. "I'm here to be poked and prodded. Just do me a favor and make it enjoyable will you?"
Heather Pomfrey was a professional. She loved her job; she loved helping students and people in general get better. Healing wounds and seeing the relief on people's faces when the pain went away was one of her favourite moments. High-stress situations where someone needed immediately medical attention were scary, but they were situations in which Heather thought the clearest, and the high stress only ended with satisfaction when her patients came out of it in the clear. It was a tough job, but it was a great one, and she couldn't see herself doing anything other than this.
But not all patients could be saved. It was one of the first things she'd learned - always the hard way - during her Healer training and job shadowing. Most could be, but at all. It was the worst part of the job, but that didn't mean she still wouldn't try to do all she could help those patients. Patients like Violet Corner, the admittedly beautiful Ravenclaw girl with the most positive spirit Heather had ever met. She couldn't help but admire Violet's sheer strength. The girl was a force to be reckoned with, and over the time Heather had been helping her - performing frequent check ups to make sure the cancer hadn't spread anywhere that would shorten her life even more, administering potions to boost Violet's immune system, or fluffing her pillows to make sure she was as comfortable as possible during any overnight stays - Heather had started feeling things she shouldn't for a patient. Much less a patient who was not get of age and who was dying.
But other than what her health said, Heather did not view Violet as someone who was dying. On the contrary, Violet was full of life. And Heather was glad to be Violet's Healer. Of course, she'd prefer if Violet didn't need her, but Heather did look forward to Violet Corner's check ups. She knew that some part of that was wrong, but seeing Violet always put a smile to her face.
The fifth year was due for a standard check up today, and Heather kept glancing at the infirmary doors, waiting for the girl with colourful hair to make her entrance.
Heather was about to feed the fish when the door opened and Violet walked in, right on time for her appointment.
"Hello Violet," Heather said with a smile, the little container with fish food held in her hand. "I'll do my best. Hey, before you get settled, do you want to do the honours?" she asked, holding out the container. Her blue Surgeonfish - all five of them - swam up to the top of their large aquarium, which was located just outside of Heather's office. They'd seen the bottle of fish food, and knew it was lunch time.