Who: Damon Harper and Astoria Greengrass When: Friday afternoon Where: St. Mungo's Summary: Damon explains to Astoria why he's about ready to dropkick someone, preferably Glenda Chittock! Rating: High for Damon's mouth possibly
"Just explain it again to us slowly."
Damon was furious. He was sure that some part of his mouth was dislodged and that perhaps a tooth or two had gotten lose. He had never been so angry before in his life. Not even after losing a Quidditch match or even getting hit by a bludger at any given time. No, this ranked high on his scale of angriest moment ever, because it was just so incredibly ridiculous that Damon couldn't even stand it.
"What part of 'GLENDA CHITTOCK PUNCHED ME IN THE FACE' DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?" Damon didn't usually raise his voice, but he was way beyond the point of reasoning by now. Even if later he would feel bad about yelling at the Healers who were only really just trying to help. But still! They were being incredibly frustrating too. His jaw ached, and he tasted blood in his mouth.
"Owl my father. And my lawyer. And my girlfriend. This is an outrage!" The producers of Glenda's show were all there too, begging and pleading with him to not press charges. Hah! They were lucky if Glenda got to keep her sparkling pointed hat and her underwear! Damon was seriously on the verge of suing the hell out of that woman.
Finally, he was brought some ice for his face, and he closed his eyes as the cold pressed against his throbbing jaw. "My girlfriend," he said again to one of the Healers, as he waved the producers away to a corner. "Were you able to get her?"