THREAD Who: Remus and OPEN! (Please...te he) What: Getting wounds checked out When: Saturday night Where: Madame Pomfrey's Rating: PG Incomplete/complete? Incomplete
"Thank you Poppy," Remus said quietly as he placed a cold compress to his brusied face.
"Really Remus. You should have come to me sooner. I could have gotten some of my more mature students to come and gather you if you couldn't walk. Poor dear. Don't you forget that potion again! There was a reason it was created!" Madame Pomfrey lectured Remus. The now teacher, curled's his lips up in a smile. She still sounded as worried as she had been when he was a child.
Remus nodded slowly to her. "I promise. If it should happen again I will get help to come here and I will never let it happen again."
"There's a good lad," Madame Pomfrey said before excusing herself to find a potion for his wounds.
Remus took a deep breath and closed his eyes. It had been years, maybe decades since he had such a horrible night as he had this week. His body ached from the pain he inflicted on himself. His arm was in a sling, apparently, chewing on his arm was his favorite past time as a werewolf. And his skin was covered with bruises and small cuts. It had taken all of his energy, and Dora's, to get to up the infirmary that day. Remus couldn't help but feel guilty on two accounts. Dora was doing double duty with him and the baby, and now, his classes were all delayed because of his absense. Remus sighed to himself. Damn his memory.