|Severus Snape (manofsecrets) wrote in hogwarts_dawn,|
@ 2021-06-15 11:29:00
|Entry tags:||character: savannah monroe, character: severus snape|
RP: Severus & Savannah
Who: Severus Snape & Savannah Monroe
When: Monday, 14 June
What: Severus is not a good patient, even when he should be.
Severus was not a stranger to the infirmary at Hogwarts. Mostly, it was the aftermath of an experimental potion gone wrong. Occasionally, it had been the result of the stupidity of a student. In the last few years prior to being brought forward in time, it had been the result of the Dark Lord's ire spilling over in a meeting. Irrespective of the cause, one thing had always been a constant - Severus was a terrible patient.
His current situation was no different. He'd been deep into his brewing when the birds had attacked in a fashion not unlike one of his mother's favourite movies from the 60s and as a result of his inattention, their beaks and talons had scored deeply over his back and shoulders before he'd been able to hurl them away with a wild burst of magic. Even then, he felt a burst of searing heat across his right hip before he'd smashed them into the walls with a spell Dark enough that he likely would have had the Aurors asking him some very searching questions had the world even remotely resembled normality.
He didn't actually remember making it to the infirmary, whether he did so under his own power or someone helped him. He only remembered the poison burning its way through his veins like liquid Cruciatus and the pain from his hip searing through him with every faltering step as he forced himself to continue, to get to help. He also remembered little from the last few days, only a pain-filled jumble of memories, fever-dreams and fragments of whispers and muttered comments about poison and wounds and the need for immobility and the advisability of doing so given 'his past'.
However, when he woke this time, he felt... not clear-headed, not with the amount of pain he was still experiencing, but certainly able to think and stay awake for longer than a few minutes. He also became aware that he had been immobilised in some fashion. He could move his head but little else and panic flashed through him before he wrenched it under control. This was not the past and despite his wariness around many of the people here, it was unlikely he had been immobilised for malicious reasons.
Still, he closed his eyes for a moment and took a couple of deep breaths to calm himself before opening his eyes again and letting out a rather ungainly rasping croak instead of the words he'd intended to say.