Pomfrey's nice. I don't want to harm Pomfrey, but I've still got to bash her somehow…
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Madam Pomfrey sighed as she organized her potions supply. The Gryffindor-Slytherin Quidditch match was coming up and people were hexing furiously. Those Slytherins sure knew a few harmful hexes.
One of her patients moaned; it was Dennis Creevey from the House of Lions. He had tentacles growing where his hair used to be, the poor boy. Madam Pomfrey hurried over and poured another potion down his throat. He groaned again and tried to sit up.
Colin Creevey, Dennis' older brother, rushed into the Hospital Wing. He shouted, "The match's on today!" Suddenly, nearly all the students in the Hospital Wing sat up. They started taunting each other, yelling and jeering. Several slid out of their beds and stumbled out to attend the match.
Madam Pomfrey was furious. She screamed, "Silence! No running in the Hospital Wing! All students back in your beds, NOW!"
Everybody ignored her and continued trying to get to the Qudditch pitch. Several of them helped the younger and more injured members of their own house out, yelling their house name as loudly as they could. Madam Pomfrey gritted her teeth and started casting Full Body-Binds.
Suddenly, everyone who hadn't been caught by Madam Pomfrey came pouring back in. They all screamed, "Petrificus Totalus!"
As Dennis was carried out by Colin, he looked apologetically at the frozen Madam Pomfrey and muttered, "Sorry, miss. We have to get to the game."