RP: Endings and Beginnings Date & Time: 2 May 1998 Post Type: RP Status: Closed: Complete Character(s): Anthony Goldstein, Mandy Brocklehurst, Charlie Weasley. Then Michael Corner, Terry Boot Location: Hogwarts Summary: Anthony gets healed up and reconnects with his friends after being separated during the battle.
Anthony blinked a few times and saw only the ceiling of the castle above him. It took a few more blinks and a few more seconds to realise that he was lying on his back, that he had no idea how he'd gotten there, and that his whole body hurt. Sort of. As he moved to get up, his brain was full of cloudy pictures and fuzziness more than it was pain.
He was at Hogwarts. There had been a battle.
He raised one hand to his head and drew it back, staring at the blood that was on his hand. His blood? He thought so, but it seemed he should have a worse headache if it was. Had something hit him? A spell, debris, a fist? He tried to think back, but that made his head hurt.
Sitting up hadn't been so bad, but when he tried to stand, his legs buckled under him, and he hissed. Anthony balanced on his left hand, lifted his right to probe his leg. Except his right didn't seem to want to move. It looked okay, but obviously something was off. Broken, maybe. His leg, too. Or just a torn muscle. It was hard to say in the dim light of the room, even with light streaming through broken windows. He'd obviously taken a knock to the head, maybe a spell, and it had him off. He could hardly think at all, much less diagnose himself.
With effort, he dragged himself up onto his left leg, the other sort of dangling. He was in a classroom, he noted, and there was just enough furniture.... He managed to get to the doorway, then stopped, breathing heavily and peeking around the corner. It was quieter than he'd expected.
A voice called out from behind him. "Oi, you there! Identify yourself."
Anthony turned slowly, cleared his throat. "Anthony Goldstein," he called back, though not as loudly as he'd intended. He didn't recognise the bloke, though he looked somehow vaguely familiar. "Ravenclaw. 7th year."