The Sweet Slytherin

Hand Healing

By the 4th day I was in the hospital wing my hands were sore and flakey, as well as itchy and burny. I could barely move them. But eventually, professor Snape dropped by.

"Ah, how are you feeling Ms. Snaproot?" Snape asked.

"Tired." I groaned, and pulled my pillow over my head, and immediately regretted it, because the stinging sensation came back. I winced in pain.

"So I see. Well I'd hate to break it to you, but you aren't going to get any better, hiding your pain." Snape replied.

"I'm not hiding my pain. I'm ignoring it." I replied. Snape pulled my pillow off my head and sat me up.

"Ignoring the pain is just as bad. Now let me see your hands." Snape demanded.

"What if I don't want to show you my hands?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"I wasn't asking, Ms. Snaproot." Snape replied. I didn't budge.

"There's this thing called personal space. Not sure if they teach it here, but back where I'm from, it's pretty essential." I stated. Snape had enough though. He drew his wand and forced me to show him my hands. They were ugly. I turned away from them, ashamed at how they looked.

"Ignoring the pain, Ms. Snaproot?" Snape asked, barely touching my raw palm. I yelped in pain and tried to withdraw my hands.

"It would be much easier to ignore it if I didn't have someone poking at the main source" I hissed.

"Don't get temperate with me Ms. Snaproot. I'm trying to help you." Snape scowled.

"Well your help isn't helping so stop helping!" I howled. Snape glared at me.

"I'll be seeing you in class, Ms. Snaproot. I expect you ready to use a regular quill because I forbid you to use quivering quills, injured hands or not!" Snape shouted, and let my arms down, then stormed out of the hospital wing.

"Fine!" I yelled after him, rewrapping my hands. But the professor just doesn't give up. He marched right back into the room, healed my hands, and left without another word.