WHO: Anthony and Morag WHERE: Hospital Wing WHEN: Sunday evening WHAT: Both are affected by the purplish-pink smoke and seeing weird things, silliness follows Rating: PG at the most Incomplete
Anthony really wished the hummingbirds would go and bug someone else. It was very hard to thing with a dozen of the little blue birds whizzing around his head. He tried telling them he wasn't a flower, there was no necter or whatever it was that hummingbirds collected (bees were after pollen, right?) in him, but they just wouldn't listen. Madame Pomfrey hadn't been able to get rid of them either, although she had made him swallow a rather foul tasting potion and told him just to relax.
He fidgeted in the bed, peeking over to the far corner. Yes, the flamingo was still there. Damn. He was never going to get to sleep at this rate. Sitting up, Anthony looked around for Pomfrey and, after ascertaining that the coast was clear, he made his way to the bed where Morag was. Although she obviously hadn't been in the Room of Requirement when the spell went rogue, she'd been caught when the smoke flooded all over the floors. Anthony hadn't realised she was there until he'd heard her voice.
"Shh," he said to the hummingbirds, which had followed him. He batted at them with his hands and pulled aside the curtain to grin at Morag. In his hazy eyes she was lying on roses. How nice.