Chapter Two of the Series: A Night in Hell
*groan*
"How did we get here?"
"Duh. We walked."
"Oh, shut up, Sagalia! It's all your fault we're here!"
"Is not! Those clods slammed into me, and I think it's safe to say that IT WASN'T ON ACCIDENT!"
"Well, you wouldn't move!"
"What was I supposed to do, Malfoy? Just daintily move aside, even though they charged from both sides? It's not like you moved, either."
"I was busy…"
"Doing what?"
"Shut up! I don't want to spend a night in here anyway, not counting that fact that you're here, too."
"Well too bad. Deal with it."
"That's not so easy, because you see -- if you hadn't landed on me --"
"Which I could have avoided how…?"
"..then I would be sleeping safe and sound in my dorm right now-- WITH ALL MY BONES!"
"Hey- that is totally not my fault!"
"Whatever…"
"Shut up!"
"You!"
Just about now, Madame Pomfrey walks in.
"Oh my dears! I knew you'd be walking up about now, that Sleeping Draught doesn't last forever, now does it…"
"So that's why it's night!"
"Shut up unless you have something intelligent to say, Malfoy…"
"Here, these are your SkeleGrow potions, hurry up and drink these… I'm going to go fix you too some more sleeping draught…"
Elena chugs the potion immediately, while Draco prefers to take tiny sips. "Just chug it, it goes faster." "But this stuff tastes TERRIBLE!" *sigh*
The Hospital Wing is dark. Elena guesses that it is a little past midnight. They are the only ones in the room, and they are both in two cots near the end of the hall. They can hear Madame Pomfrey's footsteps on the cold stone floor. She soon comes into view, bearing two large goblets of Sleeping Draught. Soon another form enters the hall -- Professor Snape.
He quickly catches up to Madame Pomfrey just as she is administering the potions. He pulls her into the isle and begins whispering to her in hushed tones. Elena strains her ears to hear, ignoring the throbbing pain coming from her arm. "Drink your potion!" she says and continues her conversation with Snape as she directs him into her office. When Elena cannot hear her footsteps anymore, she stops fake drinking and puts the goblet onto the side table. Draco does the same, and by the amount in his goblet, Elena can tell he didn't drink any, either.
"What's going on?"
"I don't know! I heard Snape whisper about some breach in security, but that's about it…"
"He mentioned the Death Eaters…"
"Are you sure?!"
"Hell I'm sure! I've heard that name spoken enough times to recognize it now!"
"Umm…"
"Woops."
"C'mon! I'm going to figure out what's going on…"
"But we're confined to bed! It's night! We can't…"
"Scaredy-cat…"
"No! Just my leg is still… growing…"
"Here, lean on me, let's go ask Madame Pomfrey…"
*groan*
"How did we get here?"
"Duh. We walked."
"Oh, shut up, Sagalia! It's all your fault we're here!"
"Is not! Those clods slammed into me, and I think it's safe to say that IT WASN'T ON ACCIDENT!"
"Well, you wouldn't move!"
"What was I supposed to do, Malfoy? Just daintily move aside, even though they charged from both sides? It's not like you moved, either."
"I was busy…"
"Doing what?"
"Shut up! I don't want to spend a night in here anyway, not counting that fact that you're here, too."
"Well too bad. Deal with it."
"That's not so easy, because you see -- if you hadn't landed on me --"
"Which I could have avoided how…?"
"..then I would be sleeping safe and sound in my dorm right now-- WITH ALL MY BONES!"
"Hey- that is totally not my fault!"
"Whatever…"
"Shut up!"
"You!"
Just about now, Madame Pomfrey walks in.
"Oh my dears! I knew you'd be walking up about now, that Sleeping Draught doesn't last forever, now does it…"
"So that's why it's night!"
"Shut up unless you have something intelligent to say, Malfoy…"
"Here, these are your SkeleGrow potions, hurry up and drink these… I'm going to go fix you too some more sleeping draught…"
Elena chugs the potion immediately, while Draco prefers to take tiny sips. "Just chug it, it goes faster." "But this stuff tastes TERRIBLE!" *sigh*
The Hospital Wing is dark. Elena guesses that it is a little past midnight. They are the only ones in the room, and they are both in two cots near the end of the hall. They can hear Madame Pomfrey's footsteps on the cold stone floor. She soon comes into view, bearing two large goblets of Sleeping Draught. Soon another form enters the hall -- Professor Snape.
He quickly catches up to Madame Pomfrey just as she is administering the potions. He pulls her into the isle and begins whispering to her in hushed tones. Elena strains her ears to hear, ignoring the throbbing pain coming from her arm. "Drink your potion!" she says and continues her conversation with Snape as she directs him into her office. When Elena cannot hear her footsteps anymore, she stops fake drinking and puts the goblet onto the side table. Draco does the same, and by the amount in his goblet, Elena can tell he didn't drink any, either.
"What's going on?"
"I don't know! I heard Snape whisper about some breach in security, but that's about it…"
"He mentioned the Death Eaters…"
"Are you sure?!"
"Hell I'm sure! I've heard that name spoken enough times to recognize it now!"
"Umm…"
"Woops."
"C'mon! I'm going to figure out what's going on…"
"But we're confined to bed! It's night! We can't…"
"Scaredy-cat…"
"No! Just my leg is still… growing…"
"Here, lean on me, let's go ask Madame Pomfrey…"