Who: Aidan Rosier and Tabitha Smith What: Tabs finds Aidan as he leaves the Hospital Wing and things do not go well. Where: Outside the Hospital Wing, in the corridor When: Late evening, Saturday October 21st Rating: PG Status: Complete
"Mr. Rosier, you really oughtn't- I must insist-" Madame Pomfrey was getting irritated. Aidan could hear it in her tone, with every word she was getting more and more annoyed with him. Not that he particularly cared right now.
"I will be fine," Aidan insisted, making his way towards the door out of the Hospital Wing. Potter was somewhere behind him near the back of the room but Aidan couldn't care less. Potter had undermined his authority chastising one of his team members, made obviously biased and wrong assumptions about him and his actions, and proceeded to tackle him after their win, ruining what could have been a positive event. The Gryffindor team has played well, and Aidan wasn't so prideful as to disregard that fact, but James' blatant hatred for him, because of his House, ruined any possibility for a peaceful coexistence. The boy wanted to fight him at every turn.
When they'd gone to the Hospital Wing, they'd been separated by barriers and Professors. His father hadn't stopped by, thank Merlin, and his mum visited briefly before being shooed off and promising to visit soon. And Aidan was left to be treated; who knew what James was suffering from, but Aidan was thankful for the few bad injuries he got out of the mess: a few cracked ribs, a sprained ankle, and a shiner to complete the set. He didn't count the assortment of bruises and few smaller cuts and injuries.
After being healed, and Pomfrey mentioned keeping them both overnight, he'd made himself clear: if James was staying in the Hospital Wing, Aidan was going back to his dorm. Maybe it was childish, but Aidan would rather be childish than get tackled again by Potter for breathing too loudly.
So here he was, against Pomfrey's insistance, pushing his way into the hall.
"I'll be fine. I'd rather just be in my dorm, that's all. If something happens, I'll come back." He persisted. Pomfrey arched an eyebrow, considered him, before shoving a few small bottles in his hands with direct instructions, and sent him on his way.
"Go. Before I change my mind, just go."
And with that he headed into the hall, head pounding and limping ever so slightly. What an awful end to an awful fucking day.