It doesn't take long to find the nurse's office. Lucy knocks on the door.
"Hi, are you the new nurse? Our condolences."
She's okay. She has to be okay. Time to pull herself together.
Marian's inner clock is telling her it's four in the morning and has been for hours. She has no idea what time this stupid school thinks it is. Do they even have days and nights, here?
Oh, that was a knock. Marian sighs and hauls herself up from the floor and goes to open the door.
"Hey. I, uh, think I owe you condolences too," she says dully. "Who'd've thought, magic is real but turns out it's horrible."
...That came out way more bitter and cynical-sounding than she meant it, oops, she's supposed to be reassuring and stuff.
"That's about the size of it, but honestly, you have it way worse than we do. Give your condolences to the muggleborns, if you see 'em." Sigh. "I'm Lucy and this is my brother Wilbur. What's your name?" this woman is So Extremely Doomed but she deserves for someone to remember her, and maybe track down her loved ones on the outside and let them know, not exactly the truth of what had happened to her, but as close as was practical.
"You feed an animal mana and it gets smarter and starts doing what you want, or at least things that are good for you. They're useful, but most people who take familiars take larger things, like cats or birds, so people don't bring them into the Scholomance much, since they're expensive in terms of weight limit and to feed. But our spiders are so little and we can feed them mal grubs, so they're a practical choice."
"Neat!" Marian does not ask what kinds of things a spider familiar can even DO because that's a digression. "Uh, are spiderweb bandages especially good? How much do you want for them - sounds like a lot of work, I'm guessing you'd have to, uh, hand-weave them or something...?"
"...I guess I should try it...?"
Marian looks dubiously at the wall. But - fuck it, she has to stop being a COWARD at some point if she wants to help any of these kids before she inevitably gets eaten by a monster and hopefully wakes up back in her own bed or at least in a psych ward no she's going to ignore that hopeful fantasy too.
She crosses over to the wall and sticks out her hand. "I would like a book about, uh, medicinal use of spiderwebs for, uh, dressing wounds." She waits.
....After a pause, the wall spits out what looks like a....printout of an academic paper?
"Mmm." Marian folds up the printout and shoves it into a pocket, then fidgets. "You should, uh, do whatever helps you not die first, obviously, but - I'll try to do some more research, and I'd probably be interested in trading for bandages later on?"
If she's still alive. Marian is getting REALLY SICK of having to append that sentence to everything she says or thinks.