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[Anisha Khatri]

Anisha wasn't sure how she had ended up in St. Mungo's, but here she was. It all felt a bit like an overreaction, but at the same time, the big gash in her arm was refusing to heal with all the normal healing spells, and that was pretty bad. After Hogwarts, Anisha had known she wanted to duel and compete professionally as a duellist. She was good, she knew she was, and she was confident she would be able to do well. But after graduating, she quickly realized how competitive the world of professional duelling was, and how hard it was to get your foot in the door. After being rejected from a few tournaments for not having enough experience, Anisha had asked some advice. That was how she had gotten into the slightly less officially organized dueling tournament, held in some abandoned warehouse where anyone could join and rules seemed to be optional. It had seemed exciting at first, and also like a good way to get some experience and start making a name for herself. But Anisha had quickly realized a lot of the participants were using spells that she didn't know and were probably something they invented themselves. And that was how she ended up with a wound that wouldn't heal and kept oozing a greenish liquid. After attempting to heal it herself, she had swallowed her pride and headed over to St. Mungo's. Normally, Anisha would have gone right away. But there was one big reason she had for avoiding the hospital. The door opened, and Anisha let out a groan as that one reason walked through the door. She had hoped her sister would be too busy with other patients to notice she was here. "Hi, Indi." She said sheepishly.

 

[Indira Khatri]

Indi wasn't exactly the sentimental type so she would never say out loud that St. Mugo's had become a second home to her, but considering how much time she spent here it was true all the same. Her main focus at the hospital were patients with chronic issue that magic didn't have a way to cure...yet. She was working on it but the process was slow, very slow. But every now and then she'd be called to work the emergency room which she was more than capable of handling. She had just finished patching up someone who got on the bad side of a hippogryff and was filling out paper work when she looked up and saw her sister walk through the doors. Her heart froze in her chest for a moment before the rational part of her brain could kick in. Anisha was walking and felt well enough to looking sheepish as she approached. "What happened?" Indi asked bluntly, not bothering with any greeting.

 

[Anisha Khatri]

Anisha sat up in the hospital bed, grimacing at the sight of her sister's angry expression. She knew Indi would think she was irresponsible when she heard what happened, but did she have to look at her that way already even before knowing how she ended up here? It was almost like her sister knew her and knew her well enough to know she had probably done something dumb. It was a little frustrating, even if it was also reassuring. A healer had looked at her arm already, but not knowing how to fix it immediately, had put her up in this room to wait for someone to start examining and treating it properly. Experimental magic was no joke. Her arm had been quickly wrapped up, but the green ooze was coming through the bandage slowly. Anisha shifted a bit in an attempt to block her arm from Indi's view. "Just a duelling accident, it'll be fine," she said quickly. "This isn't your usual ward, is it?" She guessed someone had told her sister, or maybe she just had a sixth sense for Anisha's idiotic tendencies. Or she was wrong, and this was her sister's ward.