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Tweak says, "A nice cup of steamy hot tea"

Fred Weasley (laughinglion) wrote in landing_rpg,
@ 2008-07-27 18:01:00

Entry tags:

addison weasley, fred weasley

Who: Addy and Fred
When: Sometime After the Quidditch Match
Where: Hospital Wing
Why: Fred needs to check up on his baby sister.
Rating: PG
Status: Closed, Incomplete
The first thing Fred had done after the match was to hightail it up to the owlrey. He'd jotted a quick note to Mum and Dad. He knew most people would expect him to rush to his sister's side, but he figured Dora could handle that. He knew the twins well enough to know that after something traumatic, the thing they needed most was each other. So he gave them some space. Plus, if he didn't write mum and dad right away, his grandmother was bound to find out somehow and just show up at Hogwarts. It was amazing, really, the things Grandmum found out without anyone having to tell her.

He stepped quietly into the Hospital Wing. He didn't particularly like it there, and it reminded him and the slightly pains he'd had since his game. With a bag of sweets in hand, he took a seat next to Addy's bed.

"I know you want to be like me," he said, "but this was not the way to go about it."

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addyyy
2008-07-27 08:15 pm UTC (link)

Addison was, to say the least, not pleased. She was furious that they had lost the match, but it was completely overshadowed by the pain that was coursing through her body. She had been passed out for a few minutes--she wasn't sure how long--but now the nurse was making her stay awake. Apparently, when the bludger had collided with the area right above her eye, she had not only suffered breaking the skin and slightly splitting that part of her head open, she also had a concussion. Therefore, she couldn't go to sleep yet.

She wasn't crying, because Addy didn't cry. There were other Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff members in the Hospital wing, but there was only one or two that was as badly off as she was. The nurse had just given her a bone regrowth potion for her bones and a spell for her eye, but the pain wasn't any better.

Laying, still in her Quidditch robes, the blood having been washed off her face, she stared up at the ceiling. She tried not to think about the pain, but when it was throbbing in her head and in her shoulder and arm, she just couldn't help it. Until she heard a very familiar voice, her eyes going to the side to see her brother taking a seat.

"Because I want to be like you," she grumbled, rolling her eyes.

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