Who: Michael and Terry What: Waking up in the Hospital Wing When: (backdated) Very early Monday morning Where: Hospital Wing Rating: Pretty high
Michael had been missing for days. Terry was absolutely terrified that something had happened to him. He was out looking for him everywhere whenever there were even a few minutes of spare time. His entire weekend was spent looking for his best friend. He asked everyone… anyone if they had seen him. No one had. His heart felt heavy and he had gone since Friday without sleep. He never came back Thursday night and never showed up to breakfast the next morning. Or any of the classes. He almost skipped classes to go look for him but Terry know that if he got detention it would not help anyone.
Early Monday morning he was woken up by a second year who had heard that Michael was in the Hospital Wing. The kid scared the boy half to death, but he apologized hastily and took off. He pretended to be ill while passing a group of fifth year prefects and finally got to the bedside of his best friend. One look at the boy his heart jumped into his throat and he felt ready to throw up. It took little begging to let Madam Pomfrey to let Terry stay by his best friend’s bedside.
He was freezing cold so the woman brought over a blanket, which he wrapped around him. His hair was messy and his glasses were slightly askew but it didn’t matter. His eyes were focused on Michael. He looked as though he had seen every level on Dante’s hell and came back to let them know how it was. He was pale with cracked lips. He almost looked like a corpse and it was making him sick. The boy was far from ashamed to admit he was crying.
Never before had he felt so much hate for someone. He wanted to scream, throw things and a part of him wanted to kill the Carrows—there was no doubt in his mind that they were behind this. He barely noticed the time ticking by as his thumb gently rubbed Michael’s hand with the hopes that he could feel any strengthening in the grip. Terry’s eyes stung with tears and he sniffled in an attempt to clear his nostrils. He heard Madam Pomfrey walk in and out of the wing to check on them, but he didn’t care.
Michael was all that mattered to him at that moment.