hogwarts°nct dream [editing]

five | hurt

Amaryllis' footsteps echo in the empty corridors as she makes her way to the hospital wing.

The door emits a rough huff and a small squeak that sounds immensely large in the silence when she swings it open.

Her eyes scan the empty, great room and espies a lone student lying on one of the beds.

The latter furrows lightly at the soft footsteps he hears- noticing how gentle the scraping of the shoes are against the floor.

Unlike, the nurse who stomps and marches here and there.

Donghyuck flutters his eyelids open before turning to the source, instantly putting on a scowl at the sight of Amaryllis.
"What are you doing here?"

She ignores his acrid tone and smiles slightly. "Your wand fell at the garden earlier. I came to give it back."

He pats his pocket and only then does he realize it's empty. "Took you a while," he snaps.

"Sorry, I had classes," she apologizes and couldn't get the chance to hand it to him at his abrasive snatching.

She glances at his sleeve. "Is your arm okay?"

"Of course, it is. Why wouldn't it be?" He questions skeptically.

She caresses her own arm awkwardly, not used to talking this long with him- in fact, they've never talked one on one before. "Well, you are in the medic room and besides, Jeno can be a bit too strong at times.
"Like that one time when he accidentally broke his wand in half pulling it out because it got stuck in his pocket. I also, noticed he was wearing his ring today."

"There's nothing so you may leave now," he kicks her out, not wanting to admit that there's in fact, a bruise.

She approaches the cupboard and takes out a soothing balm. "Let me at least give it a bit of ointment. You never know, it could appear later on."

"I don't need it," he rejects, shoving her away.

She stumbles from his harsh force but stays standing. "Please, Donghyuck. I'm the nurse's assistant. She'll be cross if she finds out that I didn't aid you. It's my responsibilityㅡ"

"As if I'll let a you touch me," he hisses with a forbidding glare.

The emphasis in his sentence is immediately understood by her. You, as in mudblood.

It silences her completely and her fingers clench around the small, round container before she leaves it on the bedside table.
"...Make sure to use it. It helps with alleviating the pain if any. Madam Pomfrey will be coming soon if you need help."

She doesn't spare another glance as she treads to the door and it shuts with a faint slam.

Hyuck's eyes pause on it momentarily, somehow feeling bothered before he turns to the ointment to which he frowns at- lying back down to rest.

Amaryllis leans against the door, clenched fist on her chest as the emotional pain throbs agonizingly in her heart.

Mudblood, the term doesn't bother her the slightest bit but, his actions, his tone and the detest in his eyes is just, hurtful.

"Ama! There you are!" Renjun comes running and she quickly wears a smile. "Neville's searching for you. He said that he wanted to show you this new talking plant he found."

"Lead the way."