"Is she okay?"
"I don't know, she looks really pale, but then again she looked like that before didn't she?"
"Maybe she was in shock from the word go?"
Ah! The joys of waking up from a dead faint with a load of people you don't know crowded round you trying to get a closer look. I suppose it's nice and all, you know to know people want you to live, but it's also embarrassing.
"Let me through! Let me through! Don't crowd her!" There we go! Help is at hand. I almost sigh with relief when Madame Chaffee clipped tones fill the hall. "Now, I think we should get her up to the Hospital Wing immediately! And hope she doesn't vomit before we get a bedpan to her." I said almost...
Madame Chaffee is the School Matron, and she would be a really good one if she wasn't so scared of people being sick. You see, you go to her for a headache, and you find yourself with a bedpan and about ten different types of anti-nausea potions shoved down your throat before you can say 'phoenix'!
"I'm okay." I mutter softly. Apparently my vocal chords got damaged during the course of the fainting. I clear my throat and repeat the two words with a little more life in them this time.
"You're deathly pale m'dear! We should get you to a bed immediately!"
"She's normally that color Madame Chaffee!" I hear as a flash of red hair enters my vision. "Starlyn's not sick, she's just shocked." Lily continued, rolling her eyes dramatically.
"How do you know that? I might have an incurable disease which I'm going to die from in the next... oooh, let's say... thirty minutes?" I complain lightly as I push up into a sitting position. In one swift motion which involves Lily levering me to my feet with apparent ease, I'm standing. Seriously, that girl's too strong for her 5' 3" frame.
"Then I'd have to find a way to bring you back from the dead!" She replies, sounding slightly hurt. Aww, that's sweet. At least that's what I'm thinking now... I bet she ruins it somehow like sayin- "Who else am I going to get to be Chief Bridesmaid to? I mean, all my cousins have friends!" Narrow eyes, narrow eyes...
"Meanie." I reply, to which she simply laughs and hugs me against my will. I told you - too much strength.
"Aww, you know I'm joking!" she says when she releases me finally, her tone joking again, before turning freakishly serious a second later. "But seriously, you have no choice. Teddy's my God-Brother, you're like my sister already. I will never forgive you." I just nod, slightly scared. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'd decided a while back that if I ever found a guy to marry, the Chief Bridesmaid, as she called it, would be her or Renesme, but Lily makes more sense.
"Okay! Agreed!" I squeak, and her face melts back to that contented 'I'm always happy' look it usually has. Lily Potter is seriously weird sometimes... but then again, that's probably why we get along so well.
"Right, so after you've decided on bridesmaids, maybe I could talk to Miss Edwards in private?" Oh... yeah. Whole hall full of people staring, forgot... hee...
"Um... yeah... I'll see you soon Lils."
"This way if you please?" Professor Wood beckons me towards a door off the Hall which, I discover seems to be the Trophy Room.