Author's Notes
More Hogwarts involved cuteness.
Prompt 6: rock
Word count: 278
To Live a Good Man
Drabble 6
There was a Muggle-born in their year who claimed to have a pet rock. Most wizards thought nothing of it initially; Professor Dumbledore had demonstrated transfiguring a mole from a rather large one at the start of their second year Transfiguration classes and there were a few hearts at the very least tickled by that scene.
Arthur was one of those who thought a little differently, particularly when the pet – a purely physical and untransfigured rock – somehow found itself into his half-formed potion for boil cures. After all, it was quite memorable when half the class suddenly sprouted boils because a usually docile classmate had knocked his cauldron over.
He'd gotten the worst of it, having been bent double over his work and blissfully unsuspecting. In contrast, most Slytherins made it out with small blisters at worst, having been working far from the Gryffindors. Everyone else lay somewhere within the spectrum. The Muggle-born herself had rather viscous boils covering her palms and knees, having realised the predicament she brought about only when her precious rock was back in her hand.
In the end, it was only Arthur who was retained in the hospital wing; arms and legs were simple enough to deal with but facial tissue was far more fragile and other organs not protected by a skin barrier even more so. And as such he was the only one to learn the truths and tales behind t pet rock…and be kept company by one, as the girl had felt so guilty about the incident and his resultant pain that she had temporarily parted from her precious pet rock in the hoped of it granting him some respite.