A/N: Well, another chapter because I felt guilty for being away for such a long time. Haha, bet you weren't expecting such a fast update. I've had some personal days and I have a few chapters on reserve. Hope you enjoy and sorry about some errors I might have missed. Don't expect my next updates to be this frequent though.
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Curious and Curiouser
Marius is a git. It was his damn fault she was stuck in a sick bed in the hospital wing. And now the bastard was let out, wreaking havoc and rubbing it in her face. He ought to stay away, lest she sneezed on him.
She hated the hospital wing. All the tonics and potions shoved down her throat usually made her ailments so much worse before taking affect.
Guin thanked whatever gods might be out there that no one was checked in except for her. Another thing she hated about the hospital wing was the fact that it was open to the public. Everyone can see you applying ointment to your rash or see Madame LaFleur removing a cyst from your back. One would argue that they had those paper divider thingies for a reason-but to Guin, unless it was an actual wall, it was public.
She blew a piece of her red hair out of her eyes and stared at the wall across from her, counting the bricks out of pure boredom. She was up to twenty bricks when the sound of a door opening caught her attention.
Her owl-like blue eyes darted to Tom Riddle, who had a familiar form, bundled in his arms.
"Sabrina?" Her voice came out muffled and hoarse due to her cold. Curtesy of Marius.
"What happened?" the red-head questioned.
She was met with a toneless remark of, "She cut her finger and fainted-"
"Is she ok? Is she dead-?"
'Merlin. Why do people have to be so incompetent?'
Tom let air slide through his teeth in an attempt to keep his temper at bay. It was already bad enough he had to carry the sodding cow to the hospital wing.
"She's fine. Where's Madame LaFleur?"
"She's right here." A middle-aged woman chirped, her robes swishing around her ankles as she waddled over to Tom.
"What's happened?"
"She fainted at the sight of her blood."
"Put her down. Put her down," LaFleur commanded, patting at Tom's back towards the bed next to Guin.
Tom's nose scrunched at the action, but wisely kept his mouth shut. It would be rude to snap at his superiors.
He put her down as gently as he could muster at the moment and looked to the nurse for instruction.
"That will be all Mr. Riddle. You may go back to class now."
Tom nodded curtly in acknowledgement. He turned to leave but paused. His inky eyes lingered on Sloane's fragile form.
He watched as Madame LaFleur checked her temperature and tucked the sheets around her small stature. It struck him how tiny she actually was. The way she carried herself made her seem like a giant. She looked so peaceful when she was knocked out. He couldn't help but notice that she was actually quite pretty. Pretty in that wild extrinsic sort of way, in that unorthodox sort of way. With her wild brown hair, her anarchistic choice in fashion and her horrible-but grudgingly admirable-habit of expressing her emotions.
'Get ahold of yourself Tom. This...abomination has only been here a few weeks. She shouldn't be affecting you like this. Stop being a weakling. Don't let her control you.'
Guin scrutinized the scene before her with highly interested eyes. She regarded Tom's countenance as he stared at her friend with that odd stare he had. It was odd. Really odd.
It was odd how Tom Riddle, the handsomest and coldest and the most untouchable boy in all of Hogwarts, took a sudden interest in the quirky American. It was odd how Tom Riddle even took an interest in any girl. Out of all the six years Guinevere had been attending Hogwarts with the boy, she had never once seen him with a girl.
'Well, there's Aphrodite, but she doesn't count. She's a slut.'
The deranged and ill ginger smiled wickedly at the-soft? Was that a soft expression on his face? No, it was more...tenderly flummoxed. The expression on his face was tenderly flummoxed as his eyes scanned her friend's face.
'He's fond of her. Really fond of her-oh! Chocolate frogs! When did that get there?...From...Marion? Who's Marion? Oh wait, no. Mari...us. Marius! Blimey I need to get myself some glasses, or those eyedrops...'
"I detest you."
Guin's eyes snapped shut at Riddle's abrupt declaration. She waited until his foot falls faded and the sound of the door closing shut before she opened her eyes again.
She couldn't help but giggle a bit and Madame LaFluer threw her a look as she reentered the room, in her hand a bottle with a mysterious black liquid.
Guin grimaced.
"That's not for me is it?" she groaned. Her face was pleading and she was so close to crying.
LaFluer snorted. "No, this is for her." She nudged an elbow in Sabrina's direction.
The younger of the two women let out an exhale of relief. "Phew, thank Merlin."
And then LaFluer just had to kill the mood by reaching into her pocket.
"This one's for you."
The liquid in that bottle was a murky green color, with chunks.
Guin's face deflated and visibly paled.
"Are you trying to kill me?"
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