XXIV. Bones

"That stupid Hippogriff ought to be killed!" Pansy was wailing. "How could they let such a horrible thing into the school?"

"It's not the Hippogriff's fault, Pansy," Daphne found herself explaining for what felt like the thousandth time that day. "From what I've heard, Draco was being really antagonistic."

"He wasn't!" Pansy replied. "My poor, poor Draco. All the bones in his arm are broken. How is he going to play Quidditch ever again?"

"Madam Pomfrey can mend bones in about five seconds," Daphne sighed. "He's just putting it on for the attention."

She had to give Draco credit for that though; it was obviously working, especially in Pansy's case.