Doesn't Matter

by tabancvh

Three weeks ago, Min watched Dougal Donoghue die horribly and in the process had her leg crushed. She won't graduate on time. She may never play quidditch again let alone on a professional level. And he's bullied the nurse's assistant into telling him that other thing. And it might be the only hit that she can't bounce back from.

He finds her on the battlements of the North Tower either watching Slytherin cream Hufflepuff or thinking about poor dead Donoghue by the look on her face.

She looks her eighteen years for once and he feels a foreign and forgotten pang of regret for all of this hippogriff shit.

How she climbed the stairs with her leg encased from toe to hip in the plaster that's holding her bones straight while they heal is a mystery. He stomps up the last three stairs pointedly, 'cause she's leaning out far enough that a start would send her toppling right off the wall.

"You gonna jump, Minnie?" he asks.

"Not today. Probably."

"Good, I'd miss you girl."

Maybe she takes his meaning, maybe not. Doesn't matter.

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AN: Done for the Level-Up Competition on HPFC.