Edda Eir seemed to burst into the hospital wing with the brute force and speed of a cannon. Not all her entrances were so dramatic, but the heavy wooden door bore the impact with enough blistering that there wouldn't be a need for further forceful entries. Her territory was marked. She came equipped with one very old fashioned leather bag, a tin canister, an extremely pointy umbrella, and very fierce spectacles. Her blonde hair tugged backwards into a business like bun, her blue eyes sparkling with anticipation. The semester hadn't yet begun and the wing was not yet filled with the ailing and invalids but when it did she would be here, her medical expertise and tin of bedside manner at the ready.