𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 | 𝐑.𝐖 ✔︎

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐨

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Pumpkin Juice -- That was the scent that hit my senses took in. In my opinion, Pumpkin juice was rather bitter tasting, I prefer apple or
maybe even cranberry juice. So why would the
smell of pumpkin juice be in my room?

I inhaled softly, thinking that I'm just over thinking the smell. I turned back over to stuff my face inside of my pillow, attempting to fall back asleep so I would not over sleep and miss
any of my classes tomorrow. But the pillow was
very uncomfortable, like it's some type of rough
cotton and all of my pillowcases were satin not some type of cheap store bought cotton.

When realization that I wasn't in my room finally hits me, I also realize that someone is shaking me -- and from their pace I assume they've been trying to get me away for a while.
Opening my eyes, the shinning sun makes me close my eyes shut immediately.

"Moons, come on wake up." The voice says, shaking me harder and I huffed. Theodore or Blaise better have a good reason for this,

"Just give me a few more minutes Theo," I grumbled with a small frown, shooing their hand off of me. "And then I'll help you with whatever you want.."

"I'm not Nott." Ron's voice is much more clearer and it makes me jump up -- Knowing that I really couldn't have been anywhere in the Slytherin common room for him to be here.

My chest tightens as I finally took in my surroundings, realizing that I was in the hospital wing. "W--What am I doing in the hospital wing?"

"What do you me--" Ron looked at me like I just said something stupid. He then cuts him self off, something wiping over his face, "You don't remember what happened?"

I attempt to recall whatever would land me into the hospital wing but nothing came up -- I'd just remembered that Theodore had asked me to help him with something yesterday.

"What's todays date?" He decided on questioning. Ron looked around the hospital wing, hands not knowing where to be at. I really wondered what's wrong,

"The sixteenth.." I replied obviously.

"Shit.." Ron sighed while pushing his hand through his hair. ".. No Moons, it's the twenty fourth. Come on you need to get up."

There's was no way he was telling the truth; Sure, sometimes I could be an little forgetful but there's no way I could just forget an week. Because it's absolutely nothing in my head that was related to the past few days,

Ron and I hadn't talked in a while, but something inside of me felt like I should be listening to him right now. I harshly whispered, "What?!"

I pushed the covers away from my body, throwing my legs over and trying to stand up from the cot. Theirs a sharp pain the back of my head when I do and I feel like I'm about to collapse onto the ground.

Ron grabbed my waist before I could fall, taking control over my balance and making sure that I don't fall. I throw my arm around Ron's shoulders, not thinking much as Ron began to guide me away from the cot.

"What happened to me?"

"You fell," He suspiciously said.

Something inside my head told me that that wasn't what really happened to me. But I had nothing to make an argument about,

"And that made me fall asleep for a week?" When he shrugs his shoulders I knew that whatever Ron's saying is an lie. Looking up, Ron avoids my gaze. "Where did I fall fro--"

A feminine voice obnoxiously filled up the corridor, loudly clicking heels in sync with it. My breath was knocked out of my body when I think about where I've heard it from -- It was a voice that i associated with my mother's.