Ms. Carver gave a big, mostly-toothless smile and laughed to herself, the ehehehehe sounding perhaps a tad too much like a cackle.

"Oh, it's just a little home remedy. The people I give it to have found it quite effective over the few decades." Decades? Other people?

The raven indignantly flutters to perch on her head as the teacher wipes excess blood away with the rag, then slathers a glop of the 'medicine' in the wound. It burned rather than stung. The old lady started unscrewing the cap of the second jar, and would be jamming one of odd, lumpy things in the student's month the instant he started to speak. This time, it smelled a lot like beached kelp.