michael corner is reluctantly growing up (mlcorner) wrote in pandorarpg,
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.