"You don't hate me?" Mabel asked. There was no way George didn't look at her differently. Not when everyone else would.
George shook his head. "I don't. Even if I tried, I can't. I mean, the whole time I've known you, you've taught me how to love b...
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"You fell?" Madam Pomfrey scoffed.
Mabel nodded, "Yes." Mabel sat on a hospital bed. Her lanky legs dangled off the side. Her left calf was wrapped in a cream bandage.
"And what exactly punctured your hand?" Pomfrey crossed her arms over her chest. Pomfrey was one of the few people who caught on to Mabel's lies. It annoyed Mabel.
"A stick," Mabel spoke with confidence even though a voice in the back of her head told her how stupid her story was. Madam Pomfrey snorted and spun on her heels. She walked down the Hospital Wing, passing empty hospital beds.
"It's true," Fred spoke up. Mabel and George swivelled their heads to look at him. George scrunched his eyebrows together, creating wrinkles in his pale, freckled forehead. Fred pinched his brother's arm somewhat hard. George winced and narrowed his eyes at Fred.
"We were there," George said. The two boys feverishly nodded their heads. That action alone was enough to expose the horrid lie, so Mabel prayed Pomfrey wasn't watching.
"And I am a hippogriff," Madam Pomfrey laughed. Mabel glared at the two twin boys sitting beside her. "Ms. Abbott. I need to know exactly what went through your hand to heal you properly, so I expect the truth. What impaled your hand?"
Mabel's chest tightened. She looked down at her hands and decided that the hospital blanket was more interesting. Mabel fidgeted with said fabric. "I can't tell you," Mabel mumbled.
Madam Pomfrey made her way back to the three teenagers. "What was that, dear?" She put a rag against the top of a bottle. She flipped it upside down before taking the rag and placing it on Mabel's wound. Mabel hissed as the liquid sank into her palm, stinging ripped muscles and cut up nerves. Mabel recoiled her hand back, but Pomfrey's grip refused it from going far.
"If I tell you, I will get in trouble," Mabel said. She couldn't deal with any more detentions. Or disappointing her parents.
"Is bleeding out worse than a couple of days of detention?" Madam Pomfrey glared at her.
"If it's with Moody, yes," Mabel scoffed under her breath. Luckily, Madam Pomfrey heard her. She looked up from tending Mabel's wounds and saw her sombre face.
Pomfrey looked at the Weasley boys. "Boys, out."
The twins looked at each other. "Why?" The two said. Their voice matched in pitch. It was a tad bit eerie when they spoke together.
"I do not have to tell you why. Out, now," Madam Pomfrey sternly spoke.
"But—"
"Out!"
Fred and George stood up, George slower than Fred. George also looked back as he left, giving Mable a smile that one wouldn't consider a smile. His lips pressed into a line, and the corner of his lips barely curled. But Mabel could see the kind intention behind it. The two shuffled out of the Hospital Wing. This left Mabel and Madam Pomfrey alone.
