The Year of the Revolution IV. The Outbreak

28. Warmth

Sev came down from the office fifteen minutes but five hours after coming up.

"How punctual," Deborah told him.

"Have you seen? Has it been long?" Sev asked.

"And you ask? You must be exhausted."

"Well, it hasn't been such a great deal. I took Stimulant in the morning, the effect is already wearing off. And it's been a pleasure dealing with Albus. Let's stop by the Infirmary and get Poppy to give me painkiller. It's due another dose in an hour, but I'm been in pain for most of the day."

"Of course, poor boy," Valerie said. "From fighting and shaking hands so much."

"That, and taking advantage of the fact that it makes me sleepy, then we go straight home," Sev said. "I'm going to take a good nap to stay in shape tonight. I think that it is going to be one of the best of my life."

"Of everyone's, without a doubt."

"That is. Party in the dungeons."

What a pity that we are going to lack music, Sev thought.

They formed up and went up to the fourth floor. Starting up the stairs, Sev saw the Gryff malefics coming down, who didn't even look at them. How inept, how they give themselves away, it is not even necessary to read them. He whispered to Jack, "Look closely at those two." And when they passed by, "The two malefic Gryff camouflaged, work of you know who."

"She has read the whole school," Jack replied.

"Of course, she has been doing it for more than a year."

(Let him know how devoted she is and know how to reciprocate to her.)

They knocked on the door of the Infirmary. Madam Pomfrey answered them after a few seconds. "Hi guys, how was your morning?"

"Round, Poppy," Sev told her. "Everything has turned out perfectly well."

"Yeah, Professor McGonagall came to tell me about it a while ago. Such good news."

(She's glad that the Sly malefics are gone, she's not so worried about me anymore, until it breaks the news in the Daily Prophet and she knows that Voldemort has found out everything.)

"Come in, come in, don't stay there," she said them.

The eight passed.

"I have come to you examine me and give me more painkiller," Sev said her.

"Sure, it must be hurting if you've fighted, but I can't give it to you yet, honey, it's only been six hours since you took it."

"It isn't, Poppy, for me it's been eleven. I've spent five with Professor Dumbledore with the Time-Turner, just left his office."

"Of course... I must have imagined it. Come in, come in," Poppy told him, and to the others, "Wait for him here, please."

They both went to the nurse's cubicle. Sev only took off his raincoat, as he wore only a long-sleeved, loose-fitting shirt under it, which he could roll up without taking it off. As he did so and the mediwitch examined him they chatted a bit.

"Have you had time to read my colleague's letter?" she asked him.

"Yes, and I've already spoken to Professor Dumbledore about it as well. He will allow me to go to St. Mungo's by Floo and use the Time Turner to be able to do it on weekdays."

"Great. He told me that he was willing to interview you on the weekend anyway if you couldn't at another time."

"Oh... well, it won't be necessary," Sev replied.