Originally I was going to do them both separately, but I’ve decided to try to mix them to see how that works.
"Come on, Terryn, you’ve got to let me try something." Hestia sat sideways, with one leg under her, her hands in her lap. She sat on small wooden chair in the library, in a nook that she’d found Terryn in a few minutes prior.
"I’m fine, sweetheart, really." He’d been trying to get her to leave him, and his headache, be for the past few moments and it had yet to work.
Hes knew she probably wasn’t the best company right now, she’d pulled nearly an all nighter and was running on nearly two pots of coffee. Her energy was at an all time high, due to both the sleep deprivation and the high intake of caffeine. She wasn’t the cause of his current headache, but she knew that her demeanor probably wasn’t helping it any. “If you’d just let me try something, I’ll leave you alone.”
He sighed, but it turned into a smile when he turned to see her with her eyes big and eyebrows perched up as she waited on his response. “Just don’t do anything that sends me to Madame Pomfrey, Hes.”
She let out a small squeal, excited at the chance to try her hand at a basic healing spell. She grabbed the sides of his face with both of her hands and placed a quick peck on them from her excitement - though she was sure she’d later hear, again, about how he’s not her mother and deserved a better kiss than that. “I promise!”
Standing up she picked her wand up from where it’d been laying on the table. She crossed her arms, paced behind him a few times, while biting her lip in thought. What spell was it that her mother used on her headaches all the time?
She took a few more minutes before pointing her wand at the Slytherin, eyes focused, and whispered the words to a simple healing spell. She leaned forward so to look at him, though she was silent for a few moments. To let the spell sink in, of course. “So, how do you feel?”
Terryn chuckled at her facial expression but shook his head. “Sorry, sweetheart, but I feel the same. My head is still throbbing as if it’s been hit by a quaffle during practice.”
Hes gave an exasperated sigh and plunked into her seat. Her arms were on the table, and her face planted into it as well. “But I thought I had it.” Her voice was barely more than mumbles, but it was enough for him to hear her.