Who: Amelia Bones and whoever wanders up. What: Being sewn back together again. Where: The hospital wing. When: After she gets mauled by a dragon. Rating: IDEK. Status: In progress.
It, actually, hadn't been that hard to get outside. It had taken a few alohomoras and a stern confrontation with a door--but as the quidditch captain of Ravenclaw, it actually hadn't taken that long to get out. She'd been a little surprised at the ease, but she was even more surprised at the size of the Hungarian Horntail sleeping in front of her. For nearly an hour she got away with watching it--quiet, patient, and unmoving. She'd been careful enough that the only thing the actually alerted the dragon to her existence was the practically silent scrape of her quill.
When it had noticed her, it was nearly impossible to get away. It cornered her and despite her valiant attempts to get away--in the end, the only casualty was her arm. And very luckily, she managed to get herself back into the castle before collapsing in the hallway. Only by chance had a fellow ravenclaw found her and after a brief examination patched her up enough to get her the entire way to the hospital wing.
By luck, her journal had been in her possession at the time which meant that she was right on time for Jack to post his entry. Which meant that she could effectively make contact without having to deal with Edgar. Until now--because she was delusional enough to think her brother would ignore anything written by her best friend. At least she hadn't been forced to deal with her arm as of yet because there were plenty of reasons she didn't want to think about it.
The first-- she could and couldn't feel her appendage. Secondly, she didn't want to look at it. Thirdly, Madam Pomfrey and the Harpers' Uncle were fighting over the best method of treatment--which meant she was pretending she didn't exist in the corner. She'd taken something for the pain, which was probably the only reason she wasn't screaming in agony from her own stupidity. But it wasn't enough for her to sleep or forget she'd been injured, so she was more than lucid by the time any of her friends had gotten there.
"Oh," she offered nonchalantly, "hey. Fancy meeting you here."