SIRIUS & REGULUS (love triangle plot w/OC)
From the noble house of black.
✯ to fall from grace ✯
PHRASE
If someone falls from grace, they suddenly stop being successful or popular.
(in Christian belief) descend from a state of divine favour into si...
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THE HOSPITAL BATHS, ———
"You know she's staying stubborn with it, right!" I started. "Not coming on the double date."
Ramona nodded and rolled her eyes, sat upon the closed toilet seat opposite me.
Due to my 'incident' I had access to the hospital bathrooms, they were separate from the shared ones. Individual tubs, much like Muggle bathrooms... or just like any bathroom in a private house I suppose.
Students with obvious signs of injury or expressed anxiety towards shared bathrooms could have access. I still had a sign of injury (though not obvious).
The scars over my arm hadn't disappeared, they didn't jump out at me the moment I woke up from the coma and had them pointed out. But in some way I had expected them to fade even further as the weeks kept passing by. They weren't.
Pale pinks and whites scattered like scratch marks. A reminder that the nightmare I see in flashes could and probably was a reality.
Madam Pomfrey had succeeded in healing them to an impressive level if what I was being told was fact; if what was now only noticeable with a stare, was noticeable within a blurry glance. Slashes they were described.
Oddly enough I didn't feel insecure about them, and they were healed, I didn't need the hospital baths for sanitary reasons either...I just enjoyed to use the excuse of insecurity to access privacy.
"You're...gonna shave for the date right?" Ramona replied with one raised eyebrow, just as I raised one leg out of the bubbled water to distract my attention from my arm.
"Why would I shave?"
Ramona frowned in quiet but obvious judgement, though decided to back track instead.
"You know she's just proving a point. Dorcas." Ramona stated, and started to assess her nail beds not looking overly pleased with them.
"Which is?" I asked.
"That she can date whoever and whomever she wants."
"And why would that be a point she has to make?"
"I just mean without our approval." Ramona said looking back up. "She asked for our opinion when you weren't there and we gave it." She shrugged.
I let out a sigh and sunk deeper into the tub. Letting the bubbles decorate my neck and start quietly crackle around my ears like a clean scented open fire.
"So you were harsh with her then?" I said disapprovingly.
Ramona let out an amused laugh.
"All I suggested was that he always looks like he's had a fight with some wild books in the restricted section. He won points on his father being in the ministry, so I wasn't too negative. Could be introduced to a haircut and a new jumper. Potential but not quite there. He's tall, I said that was good."
