The Insider: the second book to Captivated

Notes

Potions:

Excruciating pain shot from my wrist. I couldn't continue writing...literally it hurt way to much to move.

There was no way I could catch up to Snape and pass the OWLS. Seriously, this couldn't have happened in DADA...I got that subject down. I don't know this stuff. I've never experimented with these kinds of potions before. I've heard of them but I don't know what they do!

'Write!! wait don't even move.'

"You okay?" a voice whispered next to me instantly recognizable to be Harry. I turned to him, "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine thanks."

I used to be able to write with my left hand until my dad interfered with my central nervous system with a glass bottle..."Class dismissed." Snape's voice cut the air.

'Oh no...transfiguration, I know nothing in that class and I can't write.'

I walked fast getting lost in the crowd hoping Hermione, Ron, Harry, or Ginny wouldn't run into me. I took a sharp left towards the hospital wing. Bending my wrist to support my books was like holding hell. I hated myself most for showing emotion or pain...Hated myself for it. When Cedric died I had to get away, it was to sudden I knew I would break down if anyone started talking about him. I started to feel myself lose it. And I just decided to let it go and act like I was over it.

Sprinting through the corridors I now approached the hospital wing and was greeted my Madam Pomfrey.

"Addilyn, sweetheart, what's the matter?" she asked leading me to a table which held healing solutions. "I was writing, taking notes in potions and my wrist started hurting...really bad."

She unwrapped the bandage from my wrist and went over to a cabinet and pulled out a tan colored bottle and a blue colored bottle. she poured a little of both into a cup and gave it to me. "Here, drink this." Hesitantly, I took the cup from her hand and slowly sipped it.

It was the worst thing I've ever had...ever. There is only one way to drink it...fast. Reluctantly, I did. "How do you feel?" Madam Pomfrey asked coming back with new bandages and a numbing cream. "Honestly, a bit dizzy." I replied putting some cream in my hand and rubbing it all around my wrist and hand. "Don't worry," Madam Pomfrey laughed, "That will wear off. How's your neck hon?" "Okay." I replied feeling a cold sensation penetrated through my skin where the cream was applied. Gently I starting to wrap it feeling the pain decrease.

I felt Madam Pomfrey push back my hair and start to take off the bandage.

Madam Pomfrey looked over at me "Drink some water before you leave, hurry, and you'll make it to Transfiguration on time." I took a cup and filled it with cold water. I felt a lot better and less dizzy. "Thank you, Madam Pomfrey, bye." I called out as I left and sprinted to Professor Mcgonnagall's classroom. Surprisingly, I made it just in time.