Neville Longbottom (nevforthewin) wrote in plagued_logs, @ 2015-10-20 09:14:00 |
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A few days ago, Neville would have been walking on air and jumping for joy to celebrate his freedom. Now he couldn't have felt less like celebrating. He sidled into the Great Hall at dinner time, quite early, almost hoping people wouldn't notice him there, and took a seat at the Gryffindor table. So much had happened since he'd been stuck in the hospital wing. Friends had needed his help and he'd been helpless. His vision still went foggy and grey occasionally but he wasn't about to tell Madam Pomfrey that. There were an increasing number of sick people who needed her help more. As soon as he was able to walk on his own without falling over he declared himself fully recovered. She wasn't happy about it, but it wasn't like she could stop him walking out of the door, so she just told him to take it easy. No more heroics were her actual words, which he thought was rather unfair. But whatever. And now on top of everything he wasn't even allowed outside, which was all he had wanted for the last week. Right now he just wanted to have something decent to eat (nutritional potions and Madam Pomfrey's idea of 'nourishing porridge' just wasn't cutting it) and go to bed. |