Who: Esme Taylor & Remus Lupin What: Awesomeness (aka Remus helps a hurt Esme) When: after this Where: Fourth floor
Esme was sitting with her back against the wall, one knee bent up and pressed against her and the other outstretched. The outstretched one looked off, swollen and at a bit of a funny angle. She'd rolled down her socks to look at it and it was already a dark red-purply bruised sort of color. Luckily she'd brought her journal along with her, otherwise she'd have been sitting here for ages, or worse, trying to hobble down four floors to the Hospital Wing.
Reggie, the crazy turquoise creature that he was at the moment, was sitting next to her, nudging her hip as if to say Why aren't you playing? She glanced at him and gave him a look. "This is your fault, you know," she said softly, chastising him. It was only halfhearted though, as any look from the puppy melted her heart like butter on a hot pan.
Thank goodness for Remus--she knew Terry hadn't really wanted her to come, and though Madame Pomfrey could have, she was happy that Remus had offered. He was really one of the sweetest boys Esme had met, and it made her happy he cared enough to offer help.