"Right, so here's the spot," Mace said as he brought Moira up under the deck. Though who was he to talk, he was the visitor and McBoid the local student, so she probably knew the way to the Hospital Log Cabin. Surprising that Hogwarts had a grounds infirmary. Made Mace think of the clinic at the Salem campus.

"One bee sting cure coming up." Mace kept his eye out for one of the Nadge's, healer or fellow student of his, while eyeing the grounds for any other flying primates.

"Well look at what the cat dragged in" Genevieve jokingly smirked with an ice pack wrapped around her head. She leaned back into the hospital bed and rested her hands behind her head. "I only took a rock to the head for you ... you're welcome" she spoke to the Hufflepuff; her words dripping in sarcasm. ... friendly sarcasm that is. That how Gen expresses friendliness.

Pipsqueak came bustling through the kitchen doors, waving a thin fluttered finger back towards the main room.  "I take over, miss."  It had been more of a command and less of an offer as the half-pint house elf too the half-pestled poultice from Tulojow and waved, again, towards the main room. 

Tulojow picked up a folded towel from the end of the kitchen counter and dried her hands as she passed through the doorway back into the main room.  The source of the elf's anxiety became quickly evident.  A pair of students had lumbered through the door, joining the Slytherin who they'd just finished an initial assessment on. 

"Come in, take a seat," she urged both the older student and the younger. 

Moira had indeed known where the hut was located, but she'd never really had much cause to go to it. If she had any mishaps with creatures, she generally knew how to take care of it from all the reading and stuff she had done. In fact, she'd rather have not come here even now, but she'd been dragged here by a well-meaning student.

With the crisis of the flying winged monkey, now a flying winged cappuccino machine, she was becoming all too aware of how close Mace was to her and was beginning to grow very uncomfortable... she wanted a nice quiet secluded spot for a couple of hours. Surely that wasn't too much to ask for.

About then she noticed the Slytherin girl who mentioned that she had indeed saved her from falling rocks. "Yes... thank you." About the time Tulojow came in and told them to take a seat. Reluctantly she did so, running her fingers through her hair to flatten it more to hide that hideous scar she unfortunately had.

"So you're Madam Nadge? Right, I see the resemblance now." He couldn't remember what side Migs said his aunt was on but you could guess they were related if you saw them side by side.

"Wait, how did you already get here first?" The Slytherin who had taken the rock to the head had a bandage. She must have run straight here. Okay, maybe Mace's trail of serpentine had delayed things longer than what was needed.

"It's mostly bee stings for her," he indicated to Moira. "I don't know if she has any other injuries."

"Cozy." The most obvious one word summary of the log cabin interior. He took a seat away from the ones occupied by the two other girls.