*~ Sam Prewett has been haunted with visions of the future ever since she could walk. Even Sam knew that in a world full of mythical creatures, wizards, and magic that she was a freak. Determined to have a normal life, she sets out for Hogwarts, whe...
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⭑ ~🟎☾⭑I solemnly swear I am up to no good ⭑☽🟎~ ⭑
As Peter, Sam, and Sirius struggle to keep up with Murlo, who took long strides towards the infirmary, they all try to get a better look at James who for the first time this year was silent.
Despite what Dumbledore had warned her about, she couldn't help but feel responsible, as though she made the bludger come after James. As they all rounded the corner, Sam was hit in the face with the wooden door that slammed shut.
Trying to pull the door open, Sam and Sirius peek through, looking at the white tiles and bland bedsheets. Rows of medicine cabinets filled the back wall as fellow students lay around waiting to be treated by Madame Pompfrey.
"Merlin," Sirius whispered, pointing towards one of the beds towards the front of the room. "Is that Remus?"
Sam peeked through the small gap of the curtains surrounding the small cot to see a flash of mousy brown hair and a faded green sweater that was undeniably Remus'. Her snooping was cut short; with a flick of her wand, Madame Pompfrey shut the curtains, looking rushed.
"No visitors at this time!" Madame Pompfrey yelled, trying to close the door.
"But-"
"I'm sorry, please come back later." As the door clicked shut, Sam and Sirius were shut out of the room, forced to sit on a nearby bench.
Almost certain it was just a broken nose, Sam started to play a game of exploding snap with Sirius while Peter watched from afar.
Eventually a hoard of people rushed through the front doors donned in quidditch gear. The three first years sat straight up, as they watched as Madame Murlo enter the infirmary wing with one of Slytherin's chasers.
Realizing this was their chance, Sirius, Sam, and Peter all crept up behind, sneaking in right before the door closed. James was at the far end of the room, a stream of light coming in through one of the arched windows shining down on his cot.
Asleep, Peter slowly shook James awake who panicked, patting around his bedding for his round glasses.
"Merlin, you lot scared me." James breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought Pompfrey was gonna make me drink more of that awful potion."
James pointed towards his bedside table, where a thick green slime was bottled in a small triangular vial. As it slowly shifted around inside showing small tints of brown, Sam found it revolting to even look at.
"Well, you alright mate?" Sirius asked tentatively, noticeably more stressed than either Sam or Peter.
"I've been better," James laughed, sitting upright on his bed. "Pompfrey says I've got a broken nose and a minor concussion. Probably what I'd get in a real game."
