Talk Over Tea
Dumbledore pulled up a chair, wincing as the wood scrapped against the floor. Madam Pomfrey gave him a disapproving look but didn't say anything. She levitated a chipped teakettle and two mismatched cups to the small table the two sat at.
"One lump or two?" Pomfrey asked, levitating a jar of sugar to the table also.
"Five." Dumbledore said, adjusting his robes. Pomfrey tsked and dumped the sugar cubes into the tea.
"Do you know what they were doing?' Pomfrey asked, after taking a sip of her tea and then adding another two cubes of sugar.
"Your guess is as good as mine. I've told Snape to investigate exactly what they were brewing. I've tried asking Myrtle, but she's being tight lipped and keeps flushing herself down the toilet to run away."
"I've warned you. You should block off that restroom. It's brought enough trouble already, with the Basilisk and all." Pomfrey levitated a plate of cookies to the table. "Have a cookie, they're oatmeal and raisins." She shoved the plate before Dumbledore.
"Quite delicious. You make it yourself?" Dumbledore asked as he took a bite of one, Pomfrey nodded, securing a few for herself. "Hindsight is always clear. We should have, but then Myrtle might throw a fit, being boarded up in the toilet." Dumbledore took another sip of tea.
"I can find nothing physically wrong with them. They're just knocked out, a deep sleep. I've tried waking them, but they're not responding.' Pomfrey said, her voice full of concern. She didn't like being stumped when it came to medical problems. "What were they making?"
Dumbledore sighed a weary sigh. "Something with memory. That's all we can tell at this time, Snape claims he can probably recreate what they were making from what got scattered when the potion exploded, but he's not optimistic about it."
"Memories!" Pomfrey exclaimed.
Dumbledore nodded.
'Who knows what that could cause. If the potion they were making really did deal with memories, emotions, or anything involving the mind, there's no telling what they might have gotten themselves into." Pomfrey glanced toward the door of her office. Outside lay three occupied beds, where Harry, Hermione, and Ron were all sleeping deeply. "No sixth year should be messing with that kind of potion making. It's dangerous, who knows how it could effect them." Pomfrey furiously chewed upon a cookie.
Dumbledore nodded. "I agree. We'll watch them for any signs of anything wrong. Meanwhile keep an eye on them while they're here. Report anything that looks suspicious."
"Those kids." Pomfrey shook her head. "They're always getting into trouble. You really have to get on them about acting correctly."
Dumbledore nodded. "We could always expel them." He said.
Pomfrey shook her head. "That's a good idea, but I know you're only kidding. You can't let Harry go anywhere, not with You Know Who out there."
"We'll find out what they were making and we'll find out if they've suffered any damage from it." Dumbledore drained his cup. "I must leave now, a Headmaster's duty is never done." He tucked a few more cookies into his pocket and nodded to Pomfrey, walking out the door.
"What were you doing, Harry?" He asked softly standing over the peacefully sleeping form of Harry, but there was no answer.
Dumbledore pulled up a chair, wincing as the wood scrapped against the floor. Madam Pomfrey gave him a disapproving look but didn't say anything. She levitated a chipped teakettle and two mismatched cups to the small table the two sat at.
"One lump or two?" Pomfrey asked, levitating a jar of sugar to the table also.
"Five." Dumbledore said, adjusting his robes. Pomfrey tsked and dumped the sugar cubes into the tea.
"Do you know what they were doing?' Pomfrey asked, after taking a sip of her tea and then adding another two cubes of sugar.
"Your guess is as good as mine. I've told Snape to investigate exactly what they were brewing. I've tried asking Myrtle, but she's being tight lipped and keeps flushing herself down the toilet to run away."
"I've warned you. You should block off that restroom. It's brought enough trouble already, with the Basilisk and all." Pomfrey levitated a plate of cookies to the table. "Have a cookie, they're oatmeal and raisins." She shoved the plate before Dumbledore.
"Quite delicious. You make it yourself?" Dumbledore asked as he took a bite of one, Pomfrey nodded, securing a few for herself. "Hindsight is always clear. We should have, but then Myrtle might throw a fit, being boarded up in the toilet." Dumbledore took another sip of tea.
"I can find nothing physically wrong with them. They're just knocked out, a deep sleep. I've tried waking them, but they're not responding.' Pomfrey said, her voice full of concern. She didn't like being stumped when it came to medical problems. "What were they making?"
Dumbledore sighed a weary sigh. "Something with memory. That's all we can tell at this time, Snape claims he can probably recreate what they were making from what got scattered when the potion exploded, but he's not optimistic about it."
"Memories!" Pomfrey exclaimed.
Dumbledore nodded.
'Who knows what that could cause. If the potion they were making really did deal with memories, emotions, or anything involving the mind, there's no telling what they might have gotten themselves into." Pomfrey glanced toward the door of her office. Outside lay three occupied beds, where Harry, Hermione, and Ron were all sleeping deeply. "No sixth year should be messing with that kind of potion making. It's dangerous, who knows how it could effect them." Pomfrey furiously chewed upon a cookie.
Dumbledore nodded. "I agree. We'll watch them for any signs of anything wrong. Meanwhile keep an eye on them while they're here. Report anything that looks suspicious."
"Those kids." Pomfrey shook her head. "They're always getting into trouble. You really have to get on them about acting correctly."
Dumbledore nodded. "We could always expel them." He said.
Pomfrey shook her head. "That's a good idea, but I know you're only kidding. You can't let Harry go anywhere, not with You Know Who out there."
"We'll find out what they were making and we'll find out if they've suffered any damage from it." Dumbledore drained his cup. "I must leave now, a Headmaster's duty is never done." He tucked a few more cookies into his pocket and nodded to Pomfrey, walking out the door.
"What were you doing, Harry?" He asked softly standing over the peacefully sleeping form of Harry, but there was no answer.
