Michael Corner (mr_curiosity) wrote in attheclose, @ 2011-03-19 19:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: ernie macmillan, character: michael corner, date: 1998 - 03, location: hogwarts - other |
WHO: Ernie & Michael.
WHEN: March 19th 1998.
WHERE: Just outside the Hospital Wing.
WHAT: After Michael suffered from temporary insanity during the latest DADA lesson, he has had to face the consequences: detention. However, in order to make sure that Michael gets the point, he is forbidden to heal his wounds magically. As he comes out of the hospital wing, still looking like hell warmed over, he runs into Ernie.
RATING: TBD.
STATUS: Incomplete.
"You have got to be kidding me," Michael breathed, looking desperately at Madame Pomfrey. There was much to be said about being heroic and taking pain like a man, but this hurt. His detention had left the Ravenclaw with a variety of cuts, bruises and lacerations, varying from the mild to spots that were going to give him trouble for days to come. Not to mention that his muscles were still occasionally shaking from cramping up during the crucios.
"I don't get it." Michael insisted. "This is the hospital wing. The place where people get healed." He gesticulated wildly, then winced as it jarred a tender spot. "Heal me. This hurts." He added pathetically and momentarily had a bad conscience. Madame Pomfrey really looked as if she were in as much physical pain as he was as she explained again that the Carrows had instructed her to make sure Michael's wounds healed the Muggle way. The slow way, so he really learned his lesson.
Michael gulped, bit his bottom lip and winced as his teeth caught on his split lip. "Okay," he finally breathed, sounding every bit as shocked and shaky as he felt. "S'not your fault, anyway. I'll just go then."
Shoulders slumping Michael shuffled out of the hospital wing and for a moment he could have sworn that he heard a muffled sob behind him. Perhaps it was really Madame Pomfrey who was worse off, he thought. Being a matron and being incapable to help had to be a nightmare. And yet, there he was. Standing in the hallway, looking as if he tried to snog a troll and feeling completely and utterly lost. Somehow Michael had always imagined rebellion to be different and he had always imagined himself to be braver.