CHAPTER 15- LAURA'S DEPRESSION
Laura had to walk around Hogwarts' many halls alone, her eyes bright red, scowling at anyone who walked past her looking happy. Her eyes kept darting from side to side, as if expecting to hear the tell-tale rush of footsteps beating on the carpeted floor, or his voice, soothing and soft against the hard stone of her feelings.
Joe, however, was up and about- well not about- in the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey kept coming back and fluffing his pillows and constantly talking about how he "needed rest", but he kept resisting and wanting to know what happened in the Quidditch match.
Laura was walking back from the toilet one day when she heard Joe's voice from the hospital wing. "Listen, I don't wanna rest, OK!?" She was overcome with happiness and rushed into the hospital wing. She pulled up a stool next to Joe and sat next to his bed.
"What happened in the match?" he asked her. She blushed guiltily. "I caught the Snitch by accident." she said sheepishly. She began to explain, but Joe grabbed her hand. "No need!" he laughed, and just as he did, Snape came in.
He walked (or rather swept) over to the bed, and looked at his daughter. She looked back at him, and he sat down rather stiffly next to her. He nodded duly at Joe. "Well done in the match, and happy birthday for tomorrow," he said. She beamed at him, and hugged him. He smiled secretly.
"Umm..Madam Pomfrey! Yo! Over here!" Madam Pomfrey looked in Joe's direction and walked briskly over. She obviously did not like being addressed in this manner. "Yes?" she said icily. "Can I get a check on when I'll be outta here so's I can see my friends again?" he asked her. She rolled her eyes. "About a week." Joe gasped and his mouth dropped open in surprise.
"A week!?" Laura shouted when she was next visiting Joe. He nodded grimly. "'Fraid I'm gonna be in this hellhole on your birthday, babes." he said toughly. She shed a tear. "But." He silenced her with a hand. "I know, but hey! Look on the bright side, least I'm not dead!" She nodded sadly.
Laura had to walk around Hogwarts' many halls alone, her eyes bright red, scowling at anyone who walked past her looking happy. Her eyes kept darting from side to side, as if expecting to hear the tell-tale rush of footsteps beating on the carpeted floor, or his voice, soothing and soft against the hard stone of her feelings.
Joe, however, was up and about- well not about- in the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey kept coming back and fluffing his pillows and constantly talking about how he "needed rest", but he kept resisting and wanting to know what happened in the Quidditch match.
Laura was walking back from the toilet one day when she heard Joe's voice from the hospital wing. "Listen, I don't wanna rest, OK!?" She was overcome with happiness and rushed into the hospital wing. She pulled up a stool next to Joe and sat next to his bed.
"What happened in the match?" he asked her. She blushed guiltily. "I caught the Snitch by accident." she said sheepishly. She began to explain, but Joe grabbed her hand. "No need!" he laughed, and just as he did, Snape came in.
He walked (or rather swept) over to the bed, and looked at his daughter. She looked back at him, and he sat down rather stiffly next to her. He nodded duly at Joe. "Well done in the match, and happy birthday for tomorrow," he said. She beamed at him, and hugged him. He smiled secretly.
"Umm..Madam Pomfrey! Yo! Over here!" Madam Pomfrey looked in Joe's direction and walked briskly over. She obviously did not like being addressed in this manner. "Yes?" she said icily. "Can I get a check on when I'll be outta here so's I can see my friends again?" he asked her. She rolled her eyes. "About a week." Joe gasped and his mouth dropped open in surprise.
"A week!?" Laura shouted when she was next visiting Joe. He nodded grimly. "'Fraid I'm gonna be in this hellhole on your birthday, babes." he said toughly. She shed a tear. "But." He silenced her with a hand. "I know, but hey! Look on the bright side, least I'm not dead!" She nodded sadly.