𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐬

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟏

After a while, I couldn't stop yawning.

 "Quidditch practice is boring," said Hermione as she noticed me yawning. "But the games I know you enjoy." I nodded. 

"I never knew it could be this boring," I said as I yawned again and tapped my foot. Hermione giggled. 

"Yeah," she said as she closed her Ancient Runes book. 

"I think you'll go good in the library," she added as she looked at me. I looked at her. 

"Yeah, the library is one of my - yawn - most favorite places," I said truthfully as I saw Fred practicing his Beater's arm. Hermione smiled. 

"I'll stall for you if you'd like," she said as she looked at me, beaming. 

"Sure, thanks, Hermione," I said as I  quickly got up and rushed into Hogwarts. 

I hurried into Madam Pince's library to find that Madam Pince was dusting everything. 

"Hi Madam Pince," I said loudly to catch her attention. Madam Pince looked over.

 "Miss Fortescue," she said in her normal snappish manner. I smiled weakly as I strode over to her. 

"Madam Pince? Is Quidditch Through The Ages really that good?" I asked as I picked up the book. I looked up at Madam Pince. She had stopped dusting the books. I looked at another book meanwhile. It was thick. Very thick. Madam Pince looked over my shoulder. 

"I certainly recommend it to such a heart-broken sister," Madam Pince said softly. I looked up.

 "I'm sorry, dear," Madam Pince whispered as she patted my shoulder. I was able to give her a sad smile. 

"Well, it's alright," I said, even though it wasn't. Madam Pince smiled. 

"I'm really sorry about your brother," she whispered. 

"It's fine, Madam Pince," I said firmly. Okay, yes, it wasn't alright, but I didn't want to seem weird in front of Madam Pince. Madam Pince let go of my shoulder and unknowingly, I had dropped the thick book. A sharp pain stumbled up my leg. I let out a scream. 

"I'm sorry, Madam Pince!" I gasped as I took the book. 

"It's quite alright, dear," said Madam Pince as she stared at my leg. "I'd get those to Poppy if I were you." 

I was dragging my leg through Hogwarts when I met a Hufflepuff girl who claimed herself as Clara Elk. She was sitting on the railing of Hogwarts with some books and a parchment and quill and ink.

 "Hi," Clara said. "Have you seen Cedric?" 

I stared at her. "Diggory?" I asked.

 "Yes. Have you seen him?" 

A jolt of pain ran down my leg. "No," I said quickly. "I've got to get to-" 

I started before Clara held out a  piece of parchment and quill. "C-could you please tell me which is the potion that relieves stress?" she asked as she looked at me. 

"The Draught of Peace," I said annoyed with Clara a little. 

"Right, how do you spell it?" Clara asked. 

"Look," I said a little impatiently. "I've got to get to Madam Pomfrey's clinic. I got my leg injured." But I could see Clara paid no attention.  

"Could you just maybe write it down for me?" Clara asked. 

"Sure," I said impatiently as I grabbed the quill and ink. 

I saw Lee Jordan pass by and I smiled at him. 

"Hi-" 

But before I could finish my sentence, I had prick of pain in my hand. I looked down to see that I had pricked myself with the quill. 

"Lee," I finished. 

"Hey Selene," Lee said as he passed. I quickly wrote down 'The Draught of Peace' in Clara's parchment and headed toward Madam Pomfrey's clinic, now two injuries. 

I dragged my leg to Madam Pomfrey's clinic. I pushed open the doors. And there stood Madam Pomfrey, who was wearing her uniform, and folding some towels. 

"Hi Madam Pomfrey," I groaned as I dragged my foot into her clinic. Madam Pomfrey looked up.

 "For the sake of Merlin, what happened to you?" Madam Pomfrey asked aghast. She hurried over to me, who was wincing in pain. 

"A big book," I groaned. "From Madam Pince's library, fell on my leg." 

Madam Pomfrey gasped. 

"Get on a bed, right now!" she ordered. I settled into the nearest bed. Madam Pomfrey went over to her desk and found a right potion. I groaned again, clutching my leg. 

"Are you alright?" Madam Pomfrey asked again as she poured the potion into a bowl and hurried over to me and putting the bowl in front of me. 

"Y-yes," I croaked. 

"No, you aren't," snapped Madam Pomfrey. "Put your injured hand in this." 

I put my injured hand in the yellow water. I felt a sudden sense of relaxation. 

"Murtlap Essence," said Madam Pomfrey as she smiled at me. "I knew you'd like to know the name of it." 

I sat up. "I've heard of it somewhere before," I said as Madam Pomfrey looked at my leg. 

"It's injured," Madam Pomfrey said as she examined it. "Not much," Madam Pomfrey added hastily before she saw the horror on my face. "Just a little."