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I know that this is extremely late, ugh.  I'm so sorry. I'll try to update faster!

Zachariah was awake early in the morning, drifting in and out of sleep from nightmares he could not recall. Despite the hour, Madam Poppy Pomfrey, the school's matron, was awake and organizing some herbs for a remedy. Zach thought he heard her speaking to herself.
"Um, miss?" He called, sitting up and trying to look as well as possible. He didn't know this woman, and didn't intend to stay and figure out.
"Yes, dear?"
"I feel perfectly fine. I'm sure just a few broken bones should have been healed by now." Zachariah smiled, though it came off as forced.
"Ah, I would have fixed that up in a heartbeat!" She approached the bed, her steps light and her movements calming, somehow. He supposed the patients in this sort of hospital needed something calming. "You seemed so tired, I couldn't bring myself to tell you to leave the bed! Besides, an injured boy needs his rest."
He was not listening to her any longer, but rather he stared at the gruff man sitting at a bed not far from his.
"...requested to have you discharged."
The woman's voice came into hearing range. Then he felt her hands on his back, probably looking for a small reason for him to rest some more.
"Come on, hurry it alon'. Headmaster Dumbledore is waitin'." The familiar yet not very comforting voice appeared along with the owner.
Dumbledore? Oh no, I'm in big trouble now... Zachariah's toes curled, and nervousness creeped into his body.
He smiled.
I'm in big trouble now.

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