Selcouth [G.W]

Chapter 17

Sunday night. September. 20th. 1995 

Hypophrenia (n.)- a vague feeling of sadness, seemingly without cause.

Millie P.O.V 

Why does my head hurt so much?

Where am I?

I slowly open my eyes coming face to face with a creme-colored ceiling. I stare for a second, blinking slowly trying to comprehend that I'm even alive and not in hell. The last thing I remember is being on the Quidditch field.

Wait.

I fell off my broom.

My body shoots up. I Instantly regret it as my head starts to pound. I ignore it and look around the dark area quickly realizing I'm in the medical wing. I turn my gaze to a window and see it's dark out the moon shining high in the sky creating the only light source.

"You're awake!" Someone yells startling me, I whip my head to the side and see Madam Pomfrey walking towards me with a cup in her hand. "Drink this, now." She places the cup out for me to grab but I don't. Only staring at the cup in suspicion as if it's poison. Pomfrey huffs pushing it closer to my face "It'll make that headache go away." She explains.

I bite my lip taking the cup from her feeling a sharp pain in my wrist once I do. I look down and see my wrist wrapped in white gauze, " You sprained your wrist, lucky that's all that happened you could have died," She speaks up again shaking her head in disapproval.

"How long have I been out?" I croak, sipping the mysterious liquid but Immediately gagging and spitting it back out, "Merlin's beard that's awful." I smack my tongue trying to get rid of that God awful taste in my mouth.

" You have to drink it," She demands tapping the bottom of the cup silently telling me to drink the rest. I glare at her bringing the cup to my lips again. Indignantly drinking the frothy liquid trying my best not to gag as it went down my throat.

"You've only been out for a day," She answers after taking the cup back, looking inside to make sure I actually drank all of it then throwing it in the bin beside me.

I've been out a day?

" You had a few visitors," she continued. "Those Ginger head twins, who brought you that," Pomfrey points to the side of me. I turn my head and see a small table with an open bar of chocolate, that has a missing piece from it and a card beside it, I reach over and grab it reading the card.

What do you call a team of wrist? A joint effort. Guess yours didn't work well together huh? feel better soon Moony - George

Guess you'll have to use the other hand from now on... Get better mill's, George is a mess- Fred

P.S I got hungry and ate a bit of your chocolate, thanks - Fred

I shake my head, chuckling at the stupidity of my friends. I set the card on my lap trying to bite back the full smile that tried to surface. I look back at Madam Pumphrey who was standing patiently waiting with her arms in front of her.

"There also was a blond boy. He didn't say much, left when the others came," Pomfrey looks to the ceiling as if she was trying to remember " Draco Malfoy, that's his name."

I nod. "Anyways, since you're up, you're free to go. Everything is fine, I recommend taking it easy for a few more days and try not to use that wrist. And be more careful." She finishes.

"Okay, thank you," I mumbled not really paying attention my gaze wandering back to the card and rereading George's stupid joke, stifling another chuckle as I do. I take my lip between my teeth attempting to suppress the grin that fights to surface as I stare at the nickname he had given me.