A Spirit's Strength || ON HIATUS

F O U R 1/5

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A day of rest passed by as quickly as Marinette had shut her eyes from the bearing night that encompasses the dark sky, the morning came along with the sun gallantly rising from its bed of green mountains before it stretched its arms of rays that sneaked inside the Hospital Wing as a yawn of light dawned over the raven head's eyes that tickled her eyelids awake while she, herself, pulled her tired body from the white sheets of the hospital's bed. Madame Pomfrey had easily tended to her bruises last night with patches of a warm aid that sent herself to a cool sleep, and once a nurse – who introduced herself as Elaine – rendered a check-up of the injured raven head from the earlier morning. She had noted down on her clipboard the agenda of her condition to which she highly recommended the girl to avoid unnecessary bold movements until her purple blobs would heal as Marinette held nothing against the preliminary precautions and had also mentally jotted down her well-being's perturbed state.

Although none of her physical measurements could compare to biggest mystery that nagged in her mind, repeating and repeating itself like a forbidden loop that she cannot escape as her head morphed the pictures of the unforgettable dream that clouded her fantasies within the world of impossible possibilities.

Her eyes would subconsciously wander around the castle walls that would soon hinder with the sparks of blue hues that she vividly remembered dancing wildly around her with its gracious flows of riverbanks, hovering above her onto trickling substances as the faces of two distinct yet comparable creatures lurked through the corners of her peripheral views that set herself on edge before jolting her senses back to reality that found nothing of the non-existent animal spirits beside her lone figure.

The raven head's locks shook in a sideways motion whenever the small bits of the memory of her dream from last night would abruptly sprang flat onto her face, bringing itself a surprise to complement the girl for remembering such vivacious details of the embedded memory, her forehead creasing slightly from the restraints she held herself by the ends of the reality of what she had seen beneath the darkness after the dark episode with the Dementor.

She lightly winced whence her mind rewinded back towards the previous afternoon as she stared at the few inconsistent marks planted on her body, she was sure that her friends wouldn't like what they would see – and it was one hell of an experience that she would never forget.

The Gryffindor witch sighed to herself as she had been currently walking through the half-empty corridors of Hogwarts, finding that the time already read seven fifteen on her watch as the breakfast was served by another round of Hogwarts' cuisines.

The kitchen chef and their staffs were excellent cooks that suited well for Marinette's taste, and she always loved the three meals of the day despite that the food were sometimes quite repetitive, she would still insist to eat the platter prepared by the Hogwarts kitchen staffs rather than to starve from the hunger bloating in her stomach – Alya's tastebuds had redeemed themselves tired from the usual preparations the kitchen staff would make, and she was always baffled whenever she would watch Marinette happily munch the food to her own delight with her mouth stuffed with the cooked meals plated in front of her, although the brunette couldn't have figured less of her best friend's taste when even the girl, herself, had the hands of a baker that was mashed with a bountiful treat.

Marinette smiled when she remembered a certain instance when she had accidentally walked into the kitchen upon further notice of the staffs and such, though she was most likely pleased when they had warmly welcomed her with open arms and had even allowed her to help them with their baking – which she gladly accepted – while they became amazed of the student's working hands that magically created a scrumptious treat to share and eat. She would have to visit the kitchen once again some time, although for now, she had other matters that needed her attention to abide for.