Mending

[au_murph]

OOC: Takes place after this and before thisMurph made his way to the hospital wing lacking the usual bounce in his step. While he normally enjoyed a good fist fight, what occured last night between he and Fred could hardly be considered a fight, much less good. While there was no denying that Fred started the whole thing, the truth was that they

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[co_kingofpranks]

Fred had forgotten how boring being stuck in the infirmary all by yourself could be. Not that he had to have been alone, George had offered to stay, but he knew Hermione wouldn't approve so he sent George to class.

He was lying on one of the beds, staring at the ceiling and trying to formulate a new potion for one of his and George's new ideas. When the door opened, he lifted his head, thinking it was Madame Pomfrey with more of the disgusting draught to help grow back a tooth. Instead he saw Murph. He eyed the other warily as he came up next to him. "Murph."

[au_murph]

"Aye, it's me," Murph said, shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other. He hated uneasy situations like this. Whenever he could never think of what to say, Connor usually bailed him out. This time Connor wasn't here and Murph was left to rely on himself.

"Are ye doin' alright then?" Murph asked, genuinely concerned. "How're ye feelin'?" Inside he braced himself for another backlash, not wanting to relive Fred's anger, but preparing himself for it just in case.

[co_kingofpranks]

Fred allowed himself to take in Murph's appearance. He was slightly dishevled and a little pale. Well, paler than usual. He looked like he'd just seen Snape in his skivvies. Or like he hadn't slept, but Fred liked the first description better.

"You mean aside from the fact that my face still tingles, not in an okay way, and my gums are burning because I have a tooth to regrow?" He raised an eyebrow, then shrugged. "I'm alright. Bit bored, actually. Aren't you supposed to be in class?"

[au_murph]

Despite himself, a slight lopsided grin cracked the somber expression on Murph's face. "With a combination o' me bein' a prefect, makin' up a lie, Professor Trelawney drinkin' her sherry again, an' me bein' one of her favorites anyway I'd say that I'm gettin' away with it."

Coming from an even more impoverished family than the Weasleys, Murph didn't have much to give in the way of get-well gifts. As it was, Murph withdrew his hands from behind his back and handed Fred a tattered and worn robot plushie.

"My Da gave it to me before he left," Murph explained. "Thought ye'd like some company. His name's Douglas... if ye care."

Looking into Fred's eyes, Murph continued to say what he felt was necessary, even though he had to swallow his pride with great difficulty. "I'm really sorry 'bout last night, Fred."