Imogen strolled into the Hospital Wing, a wide smile on her lips as she eyed the place - she was taking over Madame Pomfrey's potion as she was her great aunty and she felt herself getting too old for the job and passing it on to Imogen as she thought that she possessed the right skills for the job. So did Dumbledore, she had been a favorite of his when she had come to Hogwarts being a Hufflepuff Prefect, not a care in the world as she then shook her head as she tried to stop day dreaming before someone could see her. Sorting her blonde fringe she then walked towards one of the un-made beds which spoiled the neatness of the place, "Oh Aunt Pompy, you left this place in a tip!" She muttered under her breath.

Walking down the main corridor. Hunter's brow was furrowed slightly. He turned and was soon on the small side corridor that led towards the hospital wing, Admittidly he enjoyed his herbal tea, the herbs to which contained healing propitites, was very comforting and refreshing the Hospital wing of course catered for Healing herbs, and Hunter was by far to busy to take a trip to knockturn alley or London for that matter, so. He would settle with asking Madame Pomfry. Reaching the doors he pushed them open and stepped quietly inside, surprisingly it was empty. With a glace around he saw a woman. Not Madame Pomfry, but another, younger and slightly elegant looking woman. "Hello?" he asked as he made his way over polietly "Excuse me, do you know where I may happen to find Madame Pomfry?" he asked sounding rather british.

"Oh, Im sorry, you obviously didn't get that memo. She's not coming back, I have taken over her place, Is there something you were looking for? So I can help you?" She asked noting his British accent and walked towards him, her heels clipping along the floor as her hips swayed in a slow, seductive manor of course, she knew he was one of the teachers so she could get away with it when she was with him. "Im Imogen Strait, The new Mediwitch here at Hogwarts," She hummed happily and offered him her hand with a small, flirtatious smile.

"Oh, no I didn't actually" He smiled charmingly poliet "It's nice to meet you, I'm Hunter Niall by the way." He smiled further, extending his own hand he shook the woman's she seemed rather nice. However with most people Hunter lightly casted his senses out- one of his Wiccan blood inheritances. Once done he probed the surface of Imogen and detected nothing, cruel or bad to say the least. so he let his sense drop, and recoil. Hunter then took his hand back and hooked his hands in his back pockets of his muggle clothing. "There is something you could do for me actually." He added thoughtful. "Healing Herbs? I'm perchant to my herbal tea's you see and to save me the trip I was wondering if I could take a few selected healing herbs from your stock?"

"Of course," She added as she walked off and moments later appeared beside him, "How much would you like?" She asked as she held the large jar in her hands, her smile dazzling as she showed of her perfect pearly white teeth before brushing her hair from her eyes and placed it down on the table, biting her lip as she then unscrewed it and began removing some and placing it into a smaller jar by the very useful way of her wand so that it wouldn't be touched. "Is that enough?" She asked, fluttering her eyelashes over to Hunter.

Hunter grinned then nodded as he watched Imogen walk off, he being a man, and often with spercific needs. His eyes glanced down to rest on Imogens bottom, It was a rather nice one at that, he tilted his head lightly and bite his lips as he watched her walk. Then Hunter lifted his gaze suddenly as she was soon returning. It took him a moment to register the question and for his thoughts to be remotely clean "Oh, only a small amount please" he grinned once again. Watching her as she separated the herbs into a smaller pot. Lifting his Green emerald gaze to Imogens he smiled with the hint of Veela heritage. "Yes, Plenty thank you. It's awfully nice of you, and might I say You seem to be a wonderful woman, Helpful if anything, which in all honesty Madame Pomfry wasn't that much of a help. But you.." he tilted his head lightly with a broad grin "You have skill" he chuckled lightly "A way with people if you like."

Imogen's own green gaze was soon fixed onto him as she smiled and passed on the jar to Hunter, "Yes, I was told that before, hence why I got the job, Pompy was my great Aunty - she thought I could do it and here I am. I suppose I do care to much for the patients but there we go, no body is perfect," Her laugh was one that was soft and flowing as it soon echoed through the Hospital Wing, patting the jar in his hands, "There you go gorgeous," She smirked and followed it by a wink and a bite of her lip.

Hunter grinned onced again to her as he took the jar "Ta, Beautiful" he added playing along, then again it was the truth too, Imogen was of course extreamly attractive. He nodded at her summerization "No, No one is, In this life we cannot do great things, but we can only do small things with great love. Besides Everything is possible to be believed is only an image of truth. So Someone is always perfect to someone else just not perfect to the world" he smiled. "Yeah, I thought as much, I can see faint traces of your Aunt in you" he shrugged "I'm sorry here I am blabbing" he chuckled.

"Well, apart from my Aunt being nuts." She smirked and nodded, "Well, I don't mind blabbing since no one is around and my assistance isn't needed, we could have a chat over some herbal tea?" She asked with a small wink she then patted the bed and walked over to the table, accioing up some cups and a pot of herbal tea, pouring it and walking over handing one to Hunter.

Nicholas knocked casually on the door of the Hospital Wing - he didn't wait for an answer, however. He breezed in in his carefree yet controlled manner of walking without appearing to move. He merely breezed in, appearing in the room. He opened his mouth to greet the new woman - he had received the memo - with his veela powers on as fully as possible, when suddenly he noted the presence of a rival. "Oh," he said in his low, languid voice - like treacle - laying his dark, hypnotic eyes on Hunter. "It's you. I should have guessed it would be." He tossed his fringe and folded his arms, regarding the ceiling in an half-staged pose.

Hunter chuckled and shrugged "I don't see why not." he grinned then sat himself down on the bed, placing his small jar on the bedside table. He then nodded and accepted the herbal tea greatfully "Great, thanks" he grinned just what the nurse ordered" he mused with a small playful wink, he wasn't flirting out right more of a friendly flirting. It was then his senses picked up another presence he looked around, turing his body sideways and facing Imogen. And just in time to see none other then Nicholas enter, Hunter sighed what Nick's problem was with him he hadn't really any idea. "Good after noon, Professor Flitwick" he said in his British accent "You do have a habbit of showing up unexpectidly, although by now, it's almost Expected" he grinned sarcastically. He enjoyed lightly to taunght Nick at the ver least.

"Ahh, Professor, How can I help you?" She asked, of course - she did need to set a good example, placing her tea down and nodding to Hunter, "Is there something you are looking for?" She asked, her lips soon curving into a smile as she noted to herself that he had wonderful eyes and something else she couldn't quiet put her finger on yet Hunter had a handsome, strong and rugged physique which made me look more manly. But he had something different that made him too - attractive but more mysterious.

"No, nothing," he said, ignoring Hunter and waving the idea away with a flick of his hand. "No - I merely came to introduce myself. I heard we would be having a new Mediwitch, so it was only natural for me to want to make you feel at home." He smiled smugly, still ignoring Hunter, and reached out to take the woman's hand, brushing his lips gently and courteously across her knuckles. "Enchanté, mademoiselle," he murmured, maintaining eye contact with her at all times. She was indeed very pretty; he always had favoured blondes, and her skin was of an unplaceable hue between tanned and pale, which went pleasantly with her near luminous hair. Finally, he took his eyes off the woman and turned them - with a very different gaze - on Hunter. "Good afternoon, Professor Niall," he said, matching Hunter's own sarcasm, with full knowledge that he hated being referred to as 'Professor'.

Hunter rolled his eyes lightly amd muttered under his breath "give me a break." It was only typical of Nicholas to wish to get into the newest Lady Professor's pants. Waving his left have windershins over his cup he mutter "cool the fire" with it he took a sip then finshed of his tea, obviously he was invading someones time, He shot Nick a look at his greeting "Sam old Same old, eh Nick? Nothing ever changes with you" he added the set his tea cup down/ Picking up his herb jar he made his way over to the two of them he spoke to Imogen first "Thank you for the tea, But I don't think i'm particually wanted here." he cast a sideways look to Nick then looked back to Imogen and grinned, unphased by Nick. "Maybe you'd like to meet up some time, say... three broom stick 6 ish?" he grinned then turned to leave, he gave a flick of his hand over his shoulder as to wave good bye To nick, yet patronize him all the same. He made his way to the door..