Honestly

Chapter 1

"Oh honestly! You'd think they'd have a decent flying instructor in this bloody place!" Hermione Granger fretted as she handed the first year a potion to relieve his concussion, "Second flying-related injury this morning. Bloody ridiculous."

The first year stared as she ranted and a small laugh escaped his lips.

"You think it's funny, do you? You might have died you know," Hermione told him, "Now, you sit here. Don't move or I'll keep you in here until next week, don't think I won't."

As she bustled off to check on the other patients, she mentally reminded herself that she must speak with Dumbledore about a new flying instructor.

"Madam Granger?" A small voice asked from the doorway. A flustered Hermione spun around midway through a particularly strong cleansing spell.

"Yes yes, I'm here. What's happened...Hannah Mott is it?" Hermione asked kindly, beckoning the small girl towards her.

"Yes," The girl whispered, "I've broken my arm, Madam Mackenzie has told me."

"Did she send anyone along to accompany you?" Hermione asked, as she swiftly inspected the arm in question and led the small first year to a bed.

"Well no," Hannah told her, "She asked if I knew where the hospital wing was and after I'd told her that I did, she sent me on my way. Said I only needed an escort if I didn't know where it was."

"Oh really?" Hermione replied, in a more rhetorical way. She shot the potion out of her wand so fast it splashed out of the goblet and trickled down to the floor and made Hannah jump.

"Oh blast it. That woman is going to make me nutters," Hermione mumbled, as she filled a new goblet with potion. Speaking louder this time she said, "Drink up, and rest here until I return to release you."

Sticking her head out into the hallway, she yelled to the boy about 100 meters down.

You! Yes, you there. Come here please," She called, tapping her foot impatiently as she waited for the boy, a first or a second year by the looks of him, to trot down the corridor.

"Yes Madam Granger?" The boy, whom Hermione now recognized as Evan MacGregor, a third year, asked.

"Could you please ask Professor McGonagall to fetch Dumbledore? I would do it myself, but I am rather busy at the moment," Hermione asked, stepping back inside the hospital wing and shutting the door.

"Bloody bonkers that woman is," Evan mumbled, turning to go tell McGonagall but instead bumping into Dumbledore.

"Well Mr. MacGregor, I would hope you don't speak so highly of me when I'm not around. To class, Evan, now," Dumbledore, breezing by an open-mouthed Evan, and going inside the infirmary. Seconds later there were several crashes that could have only been bedpans hitting the floor and wall.

"Honestly Dumbledore, I'm going to be in St. Mungo's by the end of day if you don't get that wretched woman out of here. Three injuries today from first years falling of their brooms, which makes...16 this week," Hermione said, exasperatedly. "It's got to stop."

"Yes Hermione, I agree," Dumbledore paused, "Which is why the new flying instructor will be here on Tuesday, and flying lessons are suspended until then."

"I honestly hope this person is more qualified because Karleen is a smashing person and all but couldn't teach a broom to fly if she tried," Hermione said, bending to pick up the various medical supplies that had been flung about during her earlier tantrum.

"Oh, he is," Dumbledore said, his eyes sparkling behind his half-moon spectacles, "You might remember him from your Hogwarts, though he graduated in your third year. His name is Oliver Wood."

"Oh, that pompous thing. Isn't he some big Quidditch star nowadays for Puddlewhatsits or something?" She asked.

"He was," Dumbledore face fell a bit, "But that is his story to tell, not mine. Good day Ms. Granger." Dumbledore disappeared out of the hospital wing, leaving Hermione Granger alone with her thoughts and three flying-related injured children.

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