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Peeves
CH 3: Interim
The lonely infirmary sat still.
The hushed breathing of one lone inhabitant stirring the air.
Moonlight streamed through the windows causing the stone floors to glow.
It would be beautiful, if not for the blood that stained the floor wherever the moonlight hit.
Salazar sat up in bed. The full moon shone brightly behind him through the window. He recognized immediately where he was located.
His room in the dungeons had no windows, and he refused to enchant the walls to mimic the outside and appear as though there were windows.
Rowena always left the window draping open, to allow whatever form of light from the night make its way into the room, as a result Salazar always knew when he was in the infirmary.
He lay back on the pillows supporting his back. It would be easy to go back to sleep once he knew where he was. He felt a nagging at the back of his mind again. Salazar knew he was forgetting something, but what? His forgetfulness was debilitating, effecting negatively all aspects of his life.
He once more turned his mind towards the thought of his wife, his lovely wife and their lovely children. Her smile haunted his sleep, worst than her scent which would waft through the room when he would least expect it. Every turning of every corner brought his children's laughter to his ears.
He blindly reached over to the bedside table on his right. Rowena always left a sleeping drought for her patients, just in case, and he happened to need it tonight.
Rowena woke up from the tickling, yet burning sensation in the pit of her stomach. One of her patients had woken up in the night. The feeling evaporated and signaled that whichever patient it was had fallen back to sleep, or simply lay in bed waiting to fall into sleep. Should a patient had woken up and stepped foot on the floor the feeling would have stayed longer and Rowena should then move to check on the status of those in the infirmary.
Rowena Ravenclaw however was a practical woman, and because she was already up she decided it prudent to check on the status of her other patient. A baby girl, only about three months old. She was unnaturally silent, with large green eyes that seemed to stare right through you.
Rowena moved to the bassinet set off to the side of her bed. She moved carefully, but as always, the baby girl lay there with her eyes open, waiting for Rowena.
Rowena sighed, the nappy was cold. She must have wet herself ages ago and did not cry, more diaper rash ointment would have to be brewed if the little darling were to remain comfortable.
The next morning, or rather, once the sun had fully risen, and many were preparing to start their day Godric, Helga, Salazar, and Rowena sat at the staff table and discussed what was to be done during the week. Helga and Rowena both seemed to be strong supporters of the idea that students should be sent away, back either to their homes or all grouped together in the dining hall for safety while teams of teachers searched for the entity and a means to bind or expel it. However, both Godric and Salazar wanted to be rid of the creature as quickly and efficiently as possible, and to avoid causing any serious alarm that would lead some of the more prominent families to leave the school entirely.
It was a stalemate.
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