Lavender Brown (lavenderblue) wrote in plagued_logs, @ 2016-03-14 11:02:00 |
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She still wasn't sure this was real. Even after a bath and some sleep. None of it felt real. Maybe she was still in the forest, and this was all some fever-addled dream. Except the pain was real. She was sure of that at least. She did her best with the charms she knew, but there was only so much she could do. A full werewolf might have been able to trust their enhanced healing abilities; she could not. She would have to get help. Numbly she made her way from the dungeon room Blaise had found her up to Sophia's room in the early morning. Still wearing Blaise's clothes. She wondered how long she'd been gone. It had to be at least a day. Maybe two or three. It was all a blur. She remembered escaping now... a confused memory of heavy, fetid breathing on her shoulder, of inching away from a claw-like grip, of running heedless through the dark through which she was somehow still able to see... She didn't know what she would tell people. Sophia would have to be told at least some of the truth. The thought made her ill, but she couldn't go back to Gryffindor tower bleeding from a dozen places, and dizzy with pain and fatigue. She knocked on the door and leant against the wall, exhausted just from the short walk up the stairs. |