Theodore. (unlight) wrote in ageofdarkness, @ 2010-03-14 23:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | ron weasley, theodore nott |
Who: Theodore, Ron, maybe Hermione and/or other servants?
What: getting Ron some medical assistance.
When: late Sunday night.
Where: dungeons.
Warnings: TBA
It was late when Theodore got back from Zach's room and saw the note that Granger had left him in her journal. The note wasn't exactly a surprise, nor was it really very surprising that it had taken this long for someone to contact him; most of the servants hadn't learned to trust him at all. And they shouldn't, not really; he wasn't going to fight for them anytime soon. But he considered himself a healer already in at least one sense of the word - that he could not ignore anyone who was sick or injured, and would not let them go without medical attention if he could help it, regardless of their blood or social status.
After replying to his servant's note, he moved quickly and purposefully to gather everything he might need. There was the small box of potions that was bigger on the inside, big enough to contain at least one vial of every potion the infirmary kept in stock. And there was his wand, and his reference books, in case he needed to look something up. Lastly, he added a few candles that he had left over from his birthday party - they were small, but with magic they could burn bright enough and long enough for him to see his patient without having to use his wand for Lumos; he would need his wand for other things.
It didn't take him long to get everything he needed. But as he left the room and headed through the dark castle, he also tried to prepare himself mentally, a small ritual he did every time he headed for the hospital wing. This was more serious, though - he could imagine the type of injuries Ron might have gotten from Umbridge's punishment, and they would have only gotten worse if they'd gone a long time without treatment. He had gotten a strong stomach since working in the infirmary, and he was good at hiding his visceral reaction to any health problems he came face to face with, but he had a feeling that Ron's wounds were going to be worse than anything he'd seen yet.
When he reached the servant's dorms, he slipped inside and lit his wand with a whispered, "Lumos." He realized belatedly that he had no alternate excuse for being down here, if someone else had come to the servants' dorms at this hour, which he knew was not uncommon. But he wasn't going to hide his presence, either; he considered it worth the risk.
Looking at the servants around him, he tried to discern which of them was Ron Weasley. He generally paid no attention to the servants except Granger unless they came to the hospital wing, and so many of the people he was looking at were more than a little bit worse for wear. But that - were those bloodstains on those sheets? He moved closer, ignoring the people he had woken with the light. "Ron Weasley?" he asked, voice in an undertone.