|Theodore Nott (forgetme_nott) wrote in hogwarts_dawn,|
@ 2021-06-15 19:40:00
|Entry tags:||character: roxanne weasley, character: theodore nott|
Who: Theodore Nott (Open to all)
When: Monday, 14 June
What: Research and waiting...
Theo hated waiting and he hated the infirmary. It was nothing but misery and desperation and some small beacon of hope that as time wore on seemed to grow dimmer. It was at the start a flurry of activity, people running here and there and now it seemed to have settle some. The worst of the injuries tended to as best they could be and now they had to wait until the cure was found.
Not that he was complaining. He had it much better than others did. In fact he had barely spoken at all since arriving. Instead his head was stuck in the books, looking for something, anything that would help. Somewhere between the fever heat and chills and cold sweat he slept. If he spent more time listening to staying put and resting that would have surely helped. But he wandered out for his occasional smoke and paced a great deal. McKinnon was annoyed but he had told her to leave it be, being a nuisance came naturally and if pressed he would be a pest. He needed to move about or he'd go mental.
The discomfort was growing and that was harder to ignore. What he had been given was easing the symptoms of pain and discomfort some, but as the hours wore on it grew less and less effective. Still, his wound had been minor. He had time still to be of some help to himself and others.
Sat upon his bed he had papers and books spread all around him. It was frustrating to say the least, and he tossed one book aside for another in anger.