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"𝕲et out! You're disturbing my patients...and destroying my patience!"
"Oh come on, Poppy-Pop-Pop, you love us really, and we thought with us leaving soon, you'd want to spend as much time with us as possible. As your absolute favourites" James grinned boyishly, kicking up his feet on the bottom of Remus' bed, the red and golden laced converse we had both bought him together for his birthday laced on his feet.
"If you need to re charge your patience, our very own fluffy puff is available for sessions, five sickles per hour" Sirius chirped with a gesture, the mediwitch's eyes flickering over to the silent Hufflepuff as she paints in her sketchbook, waiting for when the rest are kicked out of the hospital wing and she can began painting on Remus in private like they usually do after every full moon.
"Oi, Poppy, why's he covered in red over there?" Peter quizzes, pointing to a boy who was stained in the colour red from head to toe, Madame Pomfrey raising her eyebrow and answering uninterestedly,
"He was a victim of one of your pranks, Mr Pettigrew....and fainted due to what this friends named 'Marauder panic'"
"Oh...how unfortunate for him"
"Indeed, now I need you to leave so I can attend to Remus, you don't want him in here longer, do you?" She insists, beginning to settle potions down on the cabinet as Scarlette sent a pointed look to Sirius, the four reluctantly exiting after emptying their pockets to leave the Honeydukes chocolate bar each they had brought.
"Thank you, Poppy" I murmured appreciatively when she attended to his wounds, dabbing some dittany on a small cut on his bicep. Overall, it seemed like it wasn't the worst full moon he's been through, especially when the previous ones haven't been the best due to the high tensions and worries of war in the castle. Once we leave here, and I'm able to brew the wolfsbane potion with the ingredients back at the cottage, he'll be okay.
"Don't thank me, dear, i'd do anything for this poor boy. Just make sure he has this when he wakes up, will you?" She asks, pointing to a green potion she rests on the bedside, my head nodding, scanning over to the sleeping lycanthrope and speaking amusedly when she left,
"You heard her, you'll have to have it sooner or later"
"I'd like to settle with later" He whispers hoarsely, his voice raw and husky from howling during the night. He flutters his eyelids and groans, muttering, "How was it?"
"Not the worst, you fell asleep quickly" I recalled, remembering what the boys had said as I reached to help him prop up on his pillows, and pass him the potion, grimacing when he took it and coughed with a frown.
"Thank you" He whispers, reaching grasp her hand as it lays inches away from his own, a soothing and relaxed wave washing over his body from head to toe when he's able to feel her, a gentle squeeze in reassurance she's always with him.
