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『 warnings: mentions of injuries 』

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warnings: mentions of injuries






┌──── · 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ────┐

❝ all of these

beautiful things:


sunlight,

goodness,

stars,

you. ❞


- butterflies rising

└──── · 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ────┘








HOGWARTS, FRIDAY, OCTOBER 29, 1993

EVEN AFTER THE BOGGART LESSON on the second week of school, Defense Against the Dark Arts soon became the favorite class of most students, Elizabeth included. Professor Lupin was an incredible teacher and always found some way to keep the class fun and engaging while still giving everyone the chance to learn something new. It was refreshing to finally have a Defense teacher who knew what they were talking about for the first time in two years.

Hermione had been quite unhappy with Harry and Elizabeth upon their return from the lake. Although she didn't forfeit the opportunity to lecture them ("You both missed the entire day! You're lucky I made sure to take extra notes!"), neither of the pair missed her sigh of relief upon seeing them both again and seeing Elizabeth in better spirits.

Luckily for Harry and Elizabeth, Ron and Hermione had decided to talk to each other again, and despite the dementors and the looming threat of Sirius Black that always seemed to hang in the air, the school year returned to normal.

And as things were returning to normal, Madame Pomfrey had Elizabeth in the Hospital Wing almost every afternoon training her to help with injuries during the upcoming Quidditch season. Which is how Elizabeth was here, on a Friday afternoon, as Madame Pomfrey drilled her with scenarios of how to heal every kind of Quidditch ailment imaginable.

"Try this: a student gets hit by a bludger and falls off their broom from 30 feet. What do you do?" Madame Pomfrey asked animatedly while reorganizing a shelf of healing potions.

"Ok," Elizabeth said, looking upward as she willed herself to remember. It was getting late, and a long day of potions had taken all of her energy--and brainpower. "Ok. First, talk to them and ask if they can breathe and hear me. Then... wait, would now be the time to start checking for broken bones or after we get them on the stretcher?"

𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥 [h. potter]Where stories live. Discover now