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michael corner is reluctantly growing up (mlcorner) wrote in pandorarpg,
@ 2012-03-05 00:03:00

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!status: incomplete, ^date: november 19 2003, character: lavender brown, character: michael corner, character: terry boot

Characters: Michael Corner, Terry Boot & OPEN to Vistors
Setting: Hogwarts Hospital Wing, 19 November 2003, 10:00am
Rating: General Public
Summary: Michael's friends and family are in for a surprise when they see him and they may not be happy with each other either.

Michael had a rough night, but he was glad that Pomfrey had been willing to look after him even though he wasn't a student anymore. Obviously it wasn't her job, but he had been in pretty bad shape when he showed up on the grounds and Hagrid had been walking to his cabin when he happened upon Michael crawling from the Forest, shifting from wolf to human and barely still conscious by that point. With his leg then broken and his burned skin infected not to mention the issue with his eye, Michael was not doing that great when Hagrid rushed him to Pomfrey's care. She had not been willing to risk apparating him to St. Mungo's so she coordinated with them and they said that it was best that he stay there overnight and they would help move him when he was more stable.

He would have liked to say that the restitching of his broken leg had been the worst of it, but with infections in his burned skin, that was definitely not it. The burns were not looking well and he had to have loads of disgusting smelling ointments spread all over his burns and Pomfrey had not yet said anything to him about his eye; she said that he was best to talk to someone at St. Mungo's about that, but he knew that she just didn't want to tell him the bad news he already knew.

Terry had already said he'd stop by which Pomfrey might actually welcome seeing as he had Healing experience and Michael was just glad to be able to see everyone again. After spending three days out in the middle of the forest being tortured and barely fed, it was definitely a welcome sight to have a warm bed and familiar walls and faces to see again, even if his own face was not going to be familiar to them.

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absentmindedrav
2012-03-06 04:34 am UTC (link)

Well Michael was right about Madam Pomfrey turning them away before 10:00am, as he arrived half an hour early only to be made to wait outside of the Hospital Wing. Nothing new, really.

After being awoken by the owl, Terry rooted around for a quill to reply to it. (He could've sworn there was one on his desk the night before but it seemed to have gone walking.) It took him the better part of the morning to get his business together, or else he may have wound up waiting there for hours. He had to go to St. Mungo's for a shift change, which was challenging on such short notice. But luckily his most merciful supervisor had permitted it. He ran out of the hospital room thanking her as he rushed back to his flat and packed a few things for Michael before apparating over to Hogsmeade and walking from there to Hogwarts.

The walk back would've brought about feelings of nostalgia had he not been in such a hurry. Hagrid's hut could've been painted neon blue and pink and he wouldn't have noticed the difference at this point. But when he did get in he was told to wait until visiting hours. He sat at a bench at the entrance, and fell into a bit of an anxious-tired semi-conscious state until he heard the door open and was allowed in.

"Michael?" He said as he entered the Hospital Wing to the figure that had to be him in one of the beds.

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mlcorner
2012-03-06 05:02 am UTC (link)

Michael looked up from the book in his hands when he heard his name being called. Pomfrey had got him some books from the library to ease his boredom, otherwise he would have driven her insane with his chattering because Michael didn't like to be sitting around doing absolutely nothing, especially not with his skin itching like it was.

He broke into a grin when he saw Terry, forgetting that his face probably didn't look much like it used to. He was shirtless because of the ointment that had to be spread on his shoulder and chest so all of his burn marks were visible, which he felt bad for since his friends didn't need to see all of that right away. "Hey, Terry. Sorry if my face doesn't look quite the same, but it's still me. Just had some redecorating done," Michael said with a small laugh. Now that he was out of the situation all he wanted to do was make light of it because really, what else was there to do? He wasn't going to brood about it. It was what it was.

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absentmindedrav
2012-03-06 05:21 am UTC (link)

Terry took a moment to appraise the situation, to see how Michael was doing. He was glad that he was the first one over since he wasn't sure how he would've dealt with more extreme reactions. "Well you're right about being a mess," he said after a moment. "But without a doubt, it's still you."

"I'm glad to see that it hasn't dampened your spirits any." His eyes had zeroed in on how Michael was patched up and lingered for a moment on his eye before, being at least satisfied that Michael was doing alright for now. He relaxed a little into a tired smile.

"And it's such a relief that you've made it back alive, although you must've been through a lot." He didn't know much of what happened beyond what was written by his friends, which didn't make complete sense.

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mlcorner
2012-03-06 05:43 am UTC (link)

Michael gave him a crooked grin and asked, "Is that your professional medical opinion? It's shite, mate. Might want to work on your bedside manner." Madam Pomfrey hadn't covered his eye at all; she said she wasn't going to work with it at all so basically it was left sitting there and while Michael no longer held it closed because he had no reason to, he still couldn't see out of it. She tried to assure him it could just be temporary but he wasn't going to get his hopes up.

He fluffed his pillows behind him and sat up a bit better and shrugged. "What am I going to do? I'm safe now and I'm back at Hogwarts so all in all it could have ended up worse. I'm just sorry for worrying everyone. I wish I could have let you know somehow. Not that it would have made you feel any better, but..." he shrugged his left shoulder again.

"It - it wasn't pleasant but we went through similar things in seventh, yeah? I'm more worried that I didn't get Shiv out as well; Ernie's going to kill me."

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absentmindedrav
2012-03-06 05:56 am UTC (link)

"That's the professional opinion in a nutshell. Nothing fancy. It would be shite, but I'm not at work right now, so it doesn't quite count. Changed shifts for the likes of you," he said with a playful smile. "If I were you, I'd want to get that eye checked once you get to St. Mungo's though," he added, the smile faltering somewhat when he looked at it once more.

"What you are going to do is take care of yourself, get plenty of rest and do what needs to be done to get well--and don't do anything too stupid. And just not worry about anything else. Even Shiv. Or Ernie for that matter. Have they contacted the DMLE yet?"

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mlcorner
2012-03-17 10:02 am UTC (link)

"I feel very honoured then," he smiled in return. When Terry mentioned his eye, Michael nodded. Pomfrey wants a specialist to look at it, but I have a feeling it's not going to make a difference. But you never know, I suppose."

Michael gave Terry another nod. "Professor McGonagall contacted the Ministry after they brought me in here. What could I possibly do that's stupid while I'm under hospital arrest?" he asked innocently? Really though, his skin was still healing from the infections and he did not plan to give it a chance to get worse because he wanted to do anything reckless. "I can't help but worry about Shiv though. She was right there and we were almost leaving together and then that was it. It was over; she's still there."

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absentmindedrav
2012-03-17 07:27 pm UTC (link)

"Well it might," Terry said, doubting his own words somewhat, but occasionally there were miracles to be had. He hoped that would be the case for Michael, at the very least.

"It's not you that they're worried about. If Fenrir and others are out and about closeby then who's to stop them from doing this to others? Or attempting to capture you once more? They'd probably want to question you to see if they can figure out where Fenrir is--just so they can find Shiv." He paused for a moment. "But then again, you do have a knack for getting yourself into trouble, so maybe it would be a good idea to keep an eye on you too," he said with a playful grin.

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around 1pm

lavishly
2012-03-10 04:07 am UTC (link)

Lavender wasn't sure if she could do this, she wasn't even sure if she wanted to do this. She needed to do this. It was Michael. In something of a confusing, scary reality he had become her person since the world stopped making sense and now he was hurt because of her. She had a feeling it was going to be bad. There was no way it was going to be anything close to anything even slightly resembling good. Not even her favorite pink jumper would fix this. The way she saw it, he probably was going to hate her or prove that he was that much stronger than her. Lavender wasn't sure which would be worse.

She wasn't ready for it, but she needed to do it. Really there was only so much baking that a person could get done in a day. And she had run out of eggs over an hour ago.

Armed with a half dozen salted caramel fairy cakes and every precious failure, Lavender finally walked into the hospital wing. Only she didn't go right for Michael's bed - first she needed to see Madame Pomfrey so she could get a better idea of just what she was going to see. Lavender really didn't want to lose right now and she was just barely holding it together. After checking in with the mediwitch she was finally directed in the right direction.

She must have been holding her breath because the moment she saw him the word came out in the sole exhale. "Hi," she said. It was such a simple word, but right then it carried too much weight.

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mlcorner
2012-03-16 08:29 am UTC (link)

Michael smiled the best he could when he saw Lavender, still not really sure what sort of reaction she deserved. He knew that both of them were going to be a bit odd at this point and considering why he was abducted to begin with, Lavender was certain to be blaming herself for all of this which was not what he wanted to see happen. But he knew it wouldn't really matter what he tried to say otherwise.

"Hey Lav," he replied, setting his book down. It was weird reading out of one eye, but he was sure to get used to it eventually, just like everything else he'd have to get used to, like the looks he was going to receive now that he would have scars on his face. "Thanks for coming by."

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lavishly
2012-03-17 01:01 am UTC (link)

Something in her stomach lurched when he spoke. She still didn't really know where she stood, but it all just seemed to be happening without her control. "My God, Michael..." Even as much as she hated when people stared at her scars, she couldn't help but need to just look at the new marks on his face. They weren't beautiful, character building, or any other thing than something to carry around.

That was about when she finally did lose it. She probably had no right to be crying, not when he seemed so nonchalant about it. Except that he was only in this position because of her. "Michael, I am so sorry this happened, not that is ever..." Without really thinking about it, she was crossing the distance until she was at his bedside. And as much as she wanted too - perhaps even needed to reach out and touch him, she hesitated.

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mlcorner
2012-03-17 09:53 am UTC (link)

Michael didn't want her to react this way, but he should have expected it. He hated that she was going to blame herself for this and he had no way to talk her out of it. It was true that if he hadn't been connected to Lavender he wouldn't have been abducted, but then he wouldn't have been connected to Lavender. He didn't think the trade off was that great.

"Lav..." he started, watching her react, rushing to his bedside but hesitating to touch him. This didn't surprise him; Madam Pomfrey had warned him that some people might be afraid to look at him and some might be afraid to touch him. It was a natural reaction and he shouldn't take it personally - they had to get used to the new Michael. He reached out his hand and took hers, hoping to give her some sort of comfort. "Hey, it's fine. It's over and I'm okay."

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lavishly
2012-03-17 06:55 pm UTC (link)

It wasn't that she didn't want to touch him exactly. It was more that she was afraid he didn't want to be touched. When she had been in this position she could barely stand people looking at her, let alone touching her. In many ways he was so much stronger than she was and she wasn't sure how to handle that. "Michael," she said again looking down at where their hands were connected.

"Are you...did he...is it?" For someone who was usually filled to the brim with too many words there was a noticeable lack right now. Maybe she didn't want to name it. Really just then, about the only thing she wanted to do was to slip off her boots and force herself into that little bed with him probably just about as much as comforting him as it would be in finding comfort for herself.

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