A/N: Hey guys. This is pretty late, but on chapter..ten ... I think, I wrote about Harry and Luna talking about Thestrals...Yah, I put Pestros, and thats because my computer has never read or seen Harry Potter, so therefore, it doesn't know that Thestrals is a word. LOL Hhahaha sorry for the mistake.
"Do you think she's waking up?"
"Do you know what happened to her?"
"Where's Hermione?"
"Should we try waking her up?"
"MOVE OVER! Let the girl sleep."
There were cold, clammy hands checking Mirabellas forehead. She felt dead and sore, and didn't know where she was. What had happened after she ran into the forest? She shifted and opened her blurry eyes. There were wispers through out the room. She heard the questions again. Even in her sick state,she still had her humer to her. Weakly smirking, she said:
"What are you lot starring at? I can't look that bad."
Mirabella teased and caught a stare from Fred Weasley. She felt her cheeks heat up. She suddenly cared about how she looked. But a stronger sence overrided her. She didn't notice Snape, till her spoke up.
"Give the girl room, come on move."
She felt him shove something in her hand and she looked into it. It was a trash can, but before Mira could ask why, she threw up a heaping pile of blood and bones. Everyone backed up over a mile away, exept for Snape who sat on the bed starring at her. She realized all the content of her stomch would come up. She tried to hold her hair, but felt a hand take care of it. When she was done, she set the gut filled trash can down and used the sheet to wipe her face. Snape cleared his throught.
"Come on you all, out."
He had them out the door in a heart beat. Then he turned to her. On his face, a usual cold sneer.
"What happened last night?"
"You ate 5 deer."
She groaned and threw her head into the pillow. She was then aware of a warm liquid on her neck. She reached up and felt the raise of her skin.
''Damn. Not again. Is there a potion to make it go away?"
"I'm afraid potions for werewolf scraches don't exist yet."
She closed her eyes and wiped her forehead free of sweat.
"Did anyone find out?"
"No, we told everyone, that you drank a bad potion."
"How are going to explain," she pointed to the bile.
"We can figure something out. Later. However, you Ms. Felix need rest."
"Snape," He glared at her," Proffesor."
She corrected herself and thought about her words.
''I've humiliated you infront of your whole class. Multiple times. I've bothered you every Wensday night, and yet, your being kind to me. Why?'
"It's not like I have a choice."
With that, Snape turned aroud and walked out. Why was he acting kind to her. He looked after Potter, and yet, he was in no way nice to him. He sighed to himself and continued down the corridor. He new in the next week, Umbridge would be evaluating him just like all the other teachers. he wasn't to thrilled about it.
Mirabella rolled over in her bed. All during her sleep, she had all sorts of nightmires about her past. She awoke to a warm voice in her ear. She could really open her eyes at first, put she sat up and yawned. She looked at the blurred red head inront of her and jumped.
"Oh, hey Fred."
"Hey Mira. I just thought you would like some company."
"Oh yah, thats nice."
They both just sat there for a while in silence. Mira wasn't sure why he came to sit in scilence.
"So anything bad happpen?"
"Hmmmm, oh, yah. Sometime around lunch, everyone was gathering outside. When George and I went to check it out, it turned out that Umbridge was sacking Trelawney! Then, McGonagall came out, and well she got so mad at Umbridge, she looked like she wanted to kill her! Then Dumbledore came out and told Umbridge off. I think Trelawney is still here, but shes just not teaching."
Fred and Mirabella shared a laugh and and then everything went quite again. They just looked at eachother. Their eyes looking over eachothers faces. Before Fred had a chance to speak his mind, there doors opened and Hermione came in. She paces the length of the hospital wing, but stopped at the end od Mirabella's bed. She looked fustrated.