Miss Potter -DISCONTINUED

Chapter 12

It was warm, that was the first thing Finley felt forcing her to get back to her senses. Opening her eyes once more, she felt her body drip in sweat as she wiped her hand over her forehead now seeing her hand damp. Looking around seeing the bright sunlight going through the windows adorned with silk translucent curtains, the blue sky outside as well as the calm breeze whistling.

'Where am I?' Finley thought, this time she wasn't panicked, more so confused. Was this part of the test?

Sitting up, the soft surface of the comforter that laid on her was cool to the touch, looking down at her hands expecting the make-shift bandages she grew confused that there were none. Did she lose the task? Where was Harry? She expected that her brother would be the first one to see her, maybe boast about how pathetic she was if she did lose. Looking around the area, it felt more like a proper cottage bedroom rather than a hospital wing. Maybe it was the Beauxbatons charm, maybe it was something else she just couldn't determine to herself what it was.

"Finley? I got you breakfast," a familiar voice spoke followed by a knock, causing Finley to turn in the direction where it came from. Not a second too soon the door opened revealing a familiar face, carrying what looked to be a tray of tea and toast. "I got you earl grey today, after the night you had I figured—" he paused as his eyes found their way to her "that you'd be awake."

"Sebastian," she greets him with a polite smile, awkward that the first person she sees was the boy who asked her for a walk. "Good morning," she greets him.

"You're awake!" Sebastian's eyes brightened with visible joy, placing the tray he had in his hands on a dresser by the window quickly shifting towards her. "You, you remember me!"

"Of course I do," she awkwardly laughs, though she thought twice of moving away from him. "You asked me to walk with you in the garden."

"I did," he nods, joy still evident in his voice, taking her hands and kissing the back of her palms. Intimately, as if he had missed her, and that bothered her in a way. "We can take that walk now if you'd like, we can go now—"

"Can you get my brother first?" She asked him, seeing him visibly freeze up at what she had just asked. "I figured that he'd be worried you see," she explains to him.

"Harry?" Sebastian asked, tone more uncertain but didn't bother Finley. "He's busy... I think."

Finley nodded, she figured as much, assuming that Harry either be in class depending on the time or was pulled by the ear by Hermione to get to finish their classwork. "I figured," she sighed, "then can we take a walk then?"

"Sure," Sebastian nodded, guiding Finley to stand on her own. Her bare feet made contact with the carpeted floor, the first refreshing and warm feeling she had on the pads of her feet, attempting to stand up as quickly.

"Careful!" Sebastian tells her as soon as her knees decided to buckle up and fail to carry her weight. "You've been in bed for a long time, take it easy," he tells her.

"I'm fine," she replied as she tried to stand up again, succeeding... kind of.

It took a while to get Finley out of the room, not attempting to get out of the pajama pair that she wore during her sleep. Deciding to just have tea in the garden instead though Finley could only imagine what her brother would feel to see her fraternizing with the enemy and all.

"I think I need to get in the bathroom."

"I can show you where," he offers, letting her grab onto his arms while he grabbed onto her waist supporting her. Walking toward one side of the room, though she felt awkward with someone she barely knew.