A year in the life of Harry Potter
Chapter 44: September, 8
"How the hell did this happen?" Severus yelled, pointing at Harry who lay on the sofa in Lucy's quarters. Madame Pomfrey hadn't liked it but Lucy had talked her into letting Harry stay with her until he was better again. His arm was in a cast, and his head was bandaged. The healer had poured some potions down his throat while Severus had held Harry down.
"Severus, there were thirty-odd pairs," Lucy defended herself. "I couldn't possibly watch everyone at the same time!"
"Could you please stop shouting?" Harry begged. "You're giving me a headache."
"The house elves made some tea," Quentin reported as she came out of the fireplace carrying a tray laden with four cups, a tea pot and a plate filled with biscuits.
"Yes, but letting a boy like George Burchell be the partner of Henry Heather?" her father continued, ignoring her. "George is enormous and Henry is a beanstalk!"
"I told you!" Lucy shouted. "There were so many pairs I couldn't have my eyes on every single on at the same time! I thought they'd be a bit sensible when choosing their partners."
"Apparently they weren't," Severus sneered, looking over at Harry. "Otherwise we wouldn't be in this situation."
"So you're saying that this is all my fault?"
"I'm saying you should have put more thought into what you were going to do," Severus explained.
"Well, what would you have done if you had to do the same thing I had to," Lucy suddenly asked.
Severus looked a bit dumb-folded at her. "Well..." he stammered.
His wife looked triumphantly at him. However, his face brightened up a second later.
"I'd have discussed with them who actually wants to act and who wants to be in charge of the scenery and costumes," Severus smirked. "That way Harry wouldn't be injured right now."
"Out!" Lucy screamed, pointing at the door.
Without taking another look at her Severus turned around on his heels and walked towards the door. He bumped into Quentin, sending her flying on the floor. The cups and pot shattered on the floor around her and the tea was spilled all over her.
"Great," she muttered, trying not to show her pain. The hot tea had burned her left arm, and as she leaned on her hands to get up she started howling in pain. A piece of the broken pot was stuck in her open palm.
"I'll go get Madame Pomfrey," Lucy sighed, throwing floo powder into the fireplace. A moment later she was gone.
Harry knew that if he wanted to talk to Quentin about Tony he should do it now. However, he also knew that this wasn't the right moment. Lucy and the healer could come back any minute.
A/N: I give you a tip: Harry saw Tony enter a hemp coffee shop.