Lasting Requiem - AU Harry Potter RPG

"Just lay down, Mr Kirkland, you aren't going anywhere whilst that potion is taking effect."

Drew watched with mild horror as Madam Pomfrey walked away, back to her own little office, leaving him under no illusion that he was going to get out of the infirmary any time soon. He'd gone there with a broken nose - which he'd been given as some late Christmas present for being in the wrong place at the wrong time - and upon further checking she'd also found a broken arm and fractured leg which meant staying there whilst the bone mending potion did it's bone-mendage. He thought the whole thing would take less than an hour, so he'd left his homework and books back in his dorm so that he wasn't carrying anything unnecessarily.

He sighed, leaning back into the fluffy pillows. Looks like I'll be pulling an all-nighter later on...

It wouldn't be the first time he'd had to stay up to finish homework that had to be put on hold for medical reasons. Earlier on, when it had all first started, he'd tried to explain to the teachers about his problems but a lot of them didn't really care, so Drew figured it would be easier and less painful to just to the work no matter how long it took.

Outside the window he could just make out figures on broomsticks far in the distance, no doubt practising for the next Quidditch match; he had been put on the bench because of his injuries and was in serious danger of losing his position as keeper. Quidditch was one of the things that helped him keep his mind off the crap that he had to deal with on a daily basis and losing that would be a huge blow... but he could understand why the captain might be forced to take that route; he's not really very much use if he's never able to play because of injury.

He yawned before giving another short sigh, taking his eyes away from the small specks flying around outside and fixing his attention on the ceiling again. Looks like Madam Pomfrey gave him the one that causes drowsyness, which was perfectly fine by him; he needed the sleep anyway. Slowly, his eyes closed and Drew fell into a sleep haunted by a miread of dreams, some good, mostly bad.

( Chenda )

The library was a haven to people like Harvey Reynard. Full of twists and turns, resembling more a maze or warren than an actual library in the conventional sense, it provided the perfect place to escape from tormenters and the rest of the world alike if you took the time to learn all the ways, routs between stacks and areas full of books so dusty that Harvey sometimes wondered if they had been touched in years. If he was a more imaginative sort of boy, he would have claimed the bookcases actually moved when you weren’t watching them, some kind of strange spell that the librarian claimed to have no knowledge of.

Personally, he didn’t know if they moved or not, all he knew was that if you hid in the library, took a book off the shelves with the intention to read it or least flick through the pages and you treated all the volumes within with the correct sort of respect, any bully chasing you would leave you alone and it was safe to spend a few hours within. Maybe it protected those who wanted to learn and maybe it just demanding the quiet you were supposed to have in these areas and was determined you keep it no matter way.

He huddled deeper into his corner, sandwiched between two bookcases, bag by his feet and library opened text in his hand. Now and then, he turned the page, only half engrossed in what he was reading, the other half of his mind focused on his bag and the book and the parchment inside that he swore was actually burning through it; Harvey didn’t know what to do about it, for once he was unsure of the course of action to take and it was seriously starting to mess with him. Every inch of his posture screamed to be left alone, Harvey trying to enjoy the quiet and freedom from the rest of the school while he could.

[Silence]