CLAIR DE LUNE...

CHAPTER 25

It is night, and if that in itself is not enough context for you. I really don't know what is. Enjoy!

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''The cure of pain, is in the pain...''

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It had been a while the dark haired girl had been in hospital. She was sick of it, even in her dreams. Belle awoke sharply, she was never one to slowly arise and let the birds outside slowly pull her gracefully out of her beauty sleep. Oh no, Belle Dercall would open her eyes fully (like that scene from Twilight when Bella Swan reawakes as a vampire) and bolt upright quicker than a clap of thunder. So today, this happened. Except it felt like she was just hacked in half by an axe as her body wasn't use to the quick movement. She winced, making three watchful eyes, stop mid conversation and turn to her. 

Harry, Ginny and Hermione sat around her bed at 8:24 am, or at least that's what she thought the analogue clock that hung on the white painted walls across from her read. The three sat on black, four legged chairs discussing something. The three were in their Gryffindor robes, and Hermione held a stack of parchment in her lap. Cradling it. 

''Oh brilliant your awa-'' Harry started. ''What-'' Belle pointed at the stack of parchment in Hermiones lap with disgust, ''is That?'' she looked at Hermione, who smiled at her despite Belles sarcasm. ''Its my notes from different classes, I thought you could borrow them. Study them, it would give you something to do.'' Hermione says, standing up slightly and plonking them on the foot of Belles bed. She felt the bed dip where the stack sat. ''Yipee.'' 

''You feel any better? We are all really worried Belle, I mean you still look... sick.'' Harry smiled, Belle smiled back. ''If you mean the fact I feel like the Grim Reaper has came and gave me a wee kiss on the cheek, Harold, its lipstick is still there.'' Belle smiled, too sweetly. Ginny chuckled, ''I see your attitude is still the same, I'm glad. Also B... who gave you these flowers. Aren't they your favourites?'' Ginny said as she stood and plucked a small glass vase full of Lilies off her nightstand. ''Oh- they are lovely. Really lovely. Yes... yes they are but I don't know who gave them to me.'' Belle said, raising and eyebrow and trying to rack through her memories to see if she could recall receiving the flowers. 

Suddenly Madam Pomfrey, or Poppy as Minnie liked to say, came bustling over. A stern look on her face but her eyes soft when she saw the girl sat uncomfortably in the Hospital wing bed. In her hands a large bottle of 'Skele-gro' a potion for re-growing Bones. 

''Hello dears'' she started as she maneuvered herself around Harrys chair. She walked over to the nightstand, moving some sweets out of the way and setting the bottle down. ''Right, Miss Dercall. Time for some healing.'' she said putting a hand on her hip, like a stern mother. 

''But Poppy! Do I have to!'' Belle groaned, hitting her head off the metal headboard of the bed. ''Ah! Don't do that, and yes! Remember, Professor McGonnagall wants daily updates.'' she tutted. 

''Of course its Minnie who wants daily updates.'' Belle mumbled, Hermione shot her a warning glare. Belle stuck her tongue out in return. Ginny gave her an amused smirk and Harry fidgeted and looked around the Hospital Wing. Only one other person was in the Wing, a fifth year who also (ironically) had a Quidditch Injury. 

Poppy rolled her eyes and took the top off the bottle, using it as a glass. It looked like a shot glass, or at least that's what Belle thought. Typical. ''Oh to have a shot.'' Belle whispered, no one seemed to notice. Belle looked up at the bottle, the skeleton was positioned to directly look at her. Its dark, beady eyes boring into hers, tauntingly almost. It held all the power in this position. 

Belle found herself almost mad at the bottle. 

Then she awoke out of her thoughts to Poppy handing her the glass, watching her. ''Its firewhiskey...'' Belle muttered before throwing back the drink and tasting the bitterness run down the back of her throat, tickling her senses. Ginny snorted.