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[carminewitch]

My, I hope the Quidditch teams don't catch anything while they're out practicing. It'd look bad if everyone was out sick on Sunday, wouldn't it?

[Private to Will]

...Will, may I ask what happened to your fingers? A student found them the other day on the fifth floor.

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[Private]

[subtlewielder]

[A few inkblots then...]

My fingers are perfectly fine. Someone must have played a prank on you, professor.

[Private]

[carminewitch]

Madam Pomfrey traced the fingers back to you, dear. It's all right, you're not in trouble, I just want to know what happened.

[Private]

[subtlewielder]

I see...

I butchered a slicing spell.

[Private]

[carminewitch]

I see. So it was an accident. Thank goodness, I thought someone might have been attacked.

But still, why didn't you come to any of us for help in the first place?

[Private]

[subtlewielder]

[Just ink blots. He won't answer that.]

[Private]

[carminewitch]

Will?

...All right then, I'll stop bothering you. Just try not to hurt yourself again, okay?

[Private]

[subtlewielder]

I won't.

I need

It isn't healed. I've been able to stop the blood flow with a weak healing spell, but it's infected and it starts to bleed if I don't renew the spell.

[Private]

[carminewitch]

[SCRIBBLES.]

Why didn't you say so in the first place? Goodness, you should go see Madam Pomfrey right away!

[Private]

[subtlewielder]

I probably should...