When the beater hit a fourth year Fred Weasley in the face, he didn't realize the pain that would result in such an injury. He was so focused on the game that he didn't realize that his vision was going blurry until it was too late and he had fallen off of his broom.

Waking up, Fred was aware that he was in the Hospital Wing. He wasn't unfamiliar with this place; he had been here more times than he could count. It was safe to say that he knew this place inside and out. He was also aware that someone was there beside him. Slowly moving his head, he was aware of a sharp pain on the right sight of his face. Flinching, he moved his head back to the original position.

"Fred, you don't have to move your head quite yet," Hogwarts mediwitch, Madame Pomfrey said to him, "Your jaw was just broken by a beater and you had quite the nasty fall off your broom. Luckily, Professor Dumbledore managed to stop you from hitting the ground too hardly."

Another voice piped in, one that Fred immediately recognized as his twin, "You took quite the nasty fall there."

Fred tried to speak but he found that his jaw was wired shut. The best he could do was a weak grunt showing how much he disliked his situation. "Lucky for you I have something for you to eat," Madame Pomfrey said, summoning something with her wand. She assisted Fred with moving to a sitting up position.

Fred looked at her, confused, and wondered if he could even eat anything with his jaw wired shut. He grunted, "Ow ong ill y aw e ired ut? At an I even eat?"

"Your jaw will be wired shut for a week because that's how long it takes for magic to heal the bone correctly. As for your food, I think American pudding is the best choice for you."

"At's that?"

"It's a sweet, milky jello," George said, "Mom gave it to me when I had the Dragon Pox and you couldn't see me for an entire week."

"Worst week of y ife," Fred said, smiling the best he could. Turns out it was hard for one to smile with their jaw wired shut.

The injured boy's stomach began to growl extremely loud. "An I eat yet?" He asked.

"I don't see why not," Madame Pomfrey said, "There's no risk of the bone not healing properly if he's eating liquid food."

She handed the plastic container of slightly watered down butterscotch pudding to Fred (to be fair it was watered down with milk) and passed him a spoon. "Are you sure you're ready to eat?" She asked.

"Of course he is," George said.

Fred took the spoon and gathered a small tidbit of the caramel-coloured gelatinous liquid and spooned it into his mouth. The flavour was unbelievable and it reminded him of butterbeer. It was so amazing!

Despite being hindered, Fred finished the pudding in record time. It had to have been one of the best things that he had ever tasted in his life; there was no denying that. "So Fred's like this for six more days?" George asked.

"Yes," Madame Pomfrey replied.

Fred sighed happily. He could get used to this.

Words: 550

House: Gryffindor

Year: Year 7 stand-in

Category: Drabble

Prompt: [Food] US Pudding