Left a Student, Returning a Staff /// France

[PORTER LOGAN SHERWOOD]

Porter was eager. Porter was excited. Porter was ready. Porter was... Early. He had been offered a Nursing job at Hogwarts. He had come in to check things out, most professors and other staff did, right? He was supposed to be meeting his superior. Francisco was his name, right? He could hardly remember beyond his utter excitement, but he knew he was very attractive. He had met him a few times after night out on a full moon. He tried to not make that a habit, walking into the hospital wing with almost nothing left of his clothes, a raging headache, and a few scrapes and bruises. He had happened a few times, Franc probably thought he was apart of some sort of Forbidden Forest Fight Club. He shook the thought and looked around the hospital wing. He put his hand on one of the beds. He has a really good memory, and could see himself sitting there after his arm had been broken while changed.

As he walked on, he noticed some lights were on. It was still early and the sun's light had just barely started breaking through the darkness of the night. He was a bit tense from the full moon a few days ago, but happy he wouldn't have to deal with one right after starting. He looked around toward the door to the office. He continued over and knocked. Was he supposed to knock? He didn't really know, but he knew he couldn't just barge in. Maybe he was indecent? Then again, what would be so bad about that. He laughed to himself and then spoke, "Hello? I think I'm supposed to start this morning?" he said with a curious tone.

@france

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Nights stretched long, probably has everything to do with the hours of sleep he's losing these days, too much thoughts swirling in his head that he can't get away. Year 2023 is certainly a year to note, when something left buried in the past came back to haunt you in the most surprising way ever, it often leave a man lost. Francisco is at lost right now, unsure of what he should do with this new information, part of him is still trying to get to use this new role he's becoming. A father, he had never imagine himself being a father to a child, let alone to a young lady at seventeen years old. Already an adult, Riel certainly doesn't even need him in her life, but she does, she wanted him to stay. And here he is staying this time, haven't the heart to run away once again. Where else would he run to even if he wants to huh?

Hogwarts has somewhat grown its roots into him in the period of the past nine years, as the Head Nurse and the matron of the school, he was in charge of overseeing every injured and ill students and teachers being brought into the Hospital Wing. This magical school is his new home now, although he had never expect it to be, he won't deny that the familiarity he felt here made him fall in love with this place, the people, the troublemakers who pays visit to the Hospital so frequently that they even know each other's favorite food. Being here had given Francisco a sense of fulfillment he would not find anywhere else.

The man was just spending the last of his sleepless hour unpacking on that one summer morning, setting down the stuffs he brought back from France. It is just days before the start of a new year, time flies, look at how fast the summer went by. Francisco wasn't saying this with regret however, while he loves his summer and days off duty relaxing, he love the days when he's working more. He loves the interactions with students and his fellow staff members, that is perhaps the first reason making him fall in love with the school, the close knitted relationship everyone seems to be sharing with one another.

There is a lot to be excited about this upcoming year, changes are always exciting, and he has a new duty to supervise - or well, co-supervise - the healing club. It is always a good idea for one to exist, allowing students to learn the basic skills of healing so they'd know what to do in the case of an emergency, and to spark interest in youth. Healing has always been a highly demanded profession, highly demanded and highly demanding, perhaps that makes it a little intimidating which drives most away looking for an easier way out.

Well, perhaps they can fix that part and get more students to understand what a noble profession healing could be.

He was just shelving away jars of herbs into the cabinet when sound of footsteps reached his ears, Francisco frowned, for he has not expect anyone to be in school today, let alone at this ungodly hour. To be fair he doesn't think anyone is here to rob him, there isn't much to take in a school hospital unless said person is after medicine and herbs, in which case he would happily offer along with his assistance. "There is no life not worth saving,"  it is France's healing motto.

After putting the last jar away that the head nurse straighten up, just in time to hear a guy's voice coming from the doorway. He turned around, hands smoothing down his shirt, a tiny frown formed in between his eyebrows, his blue eyes came to land on a young man, someone familiar, France has seen him in school before. His name Sherwood if he doesn't remember it wrongly. "Well, I am certainly not expecting anyone at this hour," as he said Francisco close the door to the cabinet, he then bend down to pick up his backpack, carried it over to his table putting it on his chair, "It isn't even morning yet, your reporting time will be in a few hours, go home and get some sleep young man." he advised, although at the same time he is already opening his backpack and pulled out some documents, putting the stack on the table.

Easily he found the light blue file he was looking for, there's only one new nurse reporting this year. The file has Porter Logan Sherwood stretched across the front cover. Looking up at the younger guy, one of France's eyebrow raised, "Porter Sherwood?" He asked, then nodded in greeting, "Well, you're certainly early, sure you are here to report for work and not checking in for injuries?" he commented, pulling up a smirk. He remembers him alright, the boy who often check in at the wee hours of the day, about this time actually, with torn shirt and pants cover in blood at time. He did wonder what the boy does often, even considered if he is a werewolf, though he didn't ask. Those in the loop knows that Francisco gives out wolf-bane potions to those who needs, since he's brewing it for his best friend Lewis on a monthly basis, it is as easy to make extra.

Looking away from the boy, France pulled out a wand and waved it at the mugs sitting on the table by the side of the room, "You want a coffee?" France offered. Anyway, he's making himself one.

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[PORTER LOGAN SHERWOOD]

YOU'RE STRUMMING ON MY HEART STRINGS LIKE YOU WERE A GRADE 8.

Porter knew how early he was, but his want to start his job just consumed him. He hadn't been able to sleep that night so him being there so early wasn't surprising to him. He had just wanted to get going and get to life. He hated waiting, for anything really. That is one of the main reasons he hates the werewolf in him... He would chain himself up and wait... Just wait for the full moon to rise and take affect.

Once the door opened, Porter's eyes opened a bit wide from the light and he realized Nurse De Jour was standing in the doorway. He shouldn't have been surprised to see him, he had spent so many early mornings with him in the hospital wing. It wasn't like the two didn't know each other. But Porter was looking at him like an equal... an adult to an adult. Rather than seeing him as an authority adult figure. This made him see the features he held. His attractiveness. It was clear that he found a new appeal in the head nurse at Hogwarts. He would no longer be a monthly patient.. He would ALSO be the man he answered to, Porter's boss.

This was slightly intimidating. He was certain that France had concluded why he had shown up so often in the early morning, but nothing had ever been said about it. That made Porter happy, he was unsure how the Nurse would deal with it, and how he himself would. Everything was so unclear, except for one thing. Porter found him sexy. He blushed slightly at France as he spoke. At first, he was inclined to take his advice and head on out, then he heard his name. He smiled, "Yeah." He nodded. He knew he was early, but he was too eager to wait on this. He had wanted to graduate and head into his adult life since before his fifth year. He was glad it wasn't right away, but he was also extremely happy that it had finally happened. No more sitting in classrooms. He could really delve into life.

"I know.. I'm sorry.. I was just... Eager to start." he said, shyly. He didn't really know him on a professional level, but he was sure that France wouldn't be awful. He was a great nurse and so nice just last year when Porter was a student. Clearly, he had remembered the monthly morning visits... He laughed slightly, "Nope.. Just here to start working.. or.. something like that." he joked. He smiled and adjusted the strap on his satchel bag around his shoulder. He didn't know exactly what to do with himself, so he waited for France to maybe give him instruction or something. He was certainly excited to be an assistant head nurse so close to just graduating. Though, he did graduate with a high honor in charms, herbology, and potions--The healing affective sides her knew better than any other in his class.

He watched the coffee appear, "I might take some tea?" he said curiously. He wasn't one for coffee, but her loved his caffeine and chose to get it from tea and chocolate. Not the best form of it, but he assumed the tea bit was better than coffee. Tea also helped him with his easily agitated nerves. His over tense issues were something he'd always have to deal with, so he decided a bit of altering in his diet and daily life would help him best. He's also come accustomed to daily work outs, so on off time in the Hospital wing, he may be doing push ups or something like that. "If that is on the menu, that is?" He said with a small grin, walking into the office. "May I?" he said, curiously, gesturing to the chair that was on the opposing side of his desk. "Maybe we could talk some? I mean.. I'm technically working for you, right?" His very American accent was much different from how Franciso was talking.

He was slowly becoming less intimidating and this made Porter happy. It wasn't like he was a stranger or anything. Though, Francisco's body was certainly in Porter's eyes, and he was finding this job a lot better than he had imagined. He blushed randomly again, and waited for his new boss to say something more.

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