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[augury_megan]

 
Who: Megan, Ernie, Michael and open (also NPC Madam Pomfrey)

What: Regaining her senses

Where: Hospital Wing

When: November 3, 1997 - evening

Status: Incomplete

The reality that Megan had long since been avoiding had finally hit her full force. For years now, she turned a blind eye to this thing they called war. She had always known there had been

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[augury_npc]

Poppy had been immersed in the process of stirring up a new batch of potion to help her patient heal, muttering to herself as she went along the familiar motions. "Merlin only knows why these things happen," she said softly to herself. "Usually we're nearly filled to the brim with Gryffindors, but this year the Hufflepuffs just can't keep out of my infirmary. And not a single quidditch injury in sight!"

She nodded in approval as she finished her task and turned around, vial of potion in hand, in time to notice her patient was wide awake. "Well, look who's up and about." She walked over and leaned down, visually appraising the Jones girl as she held out her hand. "Now, dear, drink this down. And please, keep your fingers from your face. I've applied some salve on the cuts you have and they should heal up nice and good, but only if you don't touch them. Am I understood?"

[augury_megan]

Instinctively, Megan wanted to reach her hands to her face the moment that Madam Pomfrey told her not to - but she knew better than to push the witch's buttons. She accepted the vial and drank it as quickly as she could in hopes of not being able to taste any of it. Megan was surprised that it was half bad and produced a warming sensation throughout her body.

Glancing out the window, Megan could see that the sun was setting. She had probably missed dinner entirely.

[augury_npc]

"Excellent," Poppy said with a smile. "How are you feeling now?"

She took the vial back and sent it back to her potions table with a quick spell.

"I feel I should warn you, there is a small army outside my front doors, threatening to storm in soon unless I bring them some news of your condition. Will you feel up to some visitors? It would only be for a short visit, as you will need your rest."

[augury_megan]

Megan surprised that so many people might be waiting outside to see her. It brought a smile to her face....which was a little painful.

"Yes, I think I feel weel enough to see people. For a little bit," she assured Madam Pomfrey.

[ernie_dt_mac]

Ernie'd had the grace to look embarassed when Madame Pomfrey came out saying she knew they'd been trying to get in, but as soon as she turned to re-enter the infirmary, he rushed in behind her ahead of the rest.

He came to a stop, however, when he saw Megan in her bed. She looked awake and aware, and in one piece, and that was all he needed to know. Feeling a tremendous sense of relief, he moved at a more sedate pace, finally reaching the side of her bed. He sat down on the very edge next to her, needing to be close to her, and unmindful of the others coming in behind him, he reached out to take her hand in his.

"Don't you ever scare me like that again," he said with a trace of humour, but then he turned serious, his eyes seeking hers out. "I'm so sorry. This is my fault, all of it... I can't believe she went after you like that."

[augury_megan]

"Don't be ridiculous," Megan replied, when Ernie bantered on about how this situation was his fault. Her eyes met his. "I started it, Ernie. I instigated the fight. Of course, I had expected it to take this sort of turn..."

Her hand tightened around his. There was so much she wanted to say, about how this event affected how she felt about this war, but it didn't seem the time or place.o

[augury_habbott]

Hannah moved with hands in her robes pockets to Hannah's beside and cooed softly out an, "Oy," at the girl. She took once of Megan's fingers in her grasp and playfully- if very carefully- wiggled it. She smiled at the prone girl. "I bought you a present. He's a bit like a lost puppy. You can keep him as long as you look after him and clean up after him."

Hannah's eyes turned to Ernie, showing who she obviously was referring to and joking about. Her hand repocketed. She remembered her father's way of handling injury. Pretend it doesn't exist. Downplay it. Only those about to die got their last drink of tea and a solemn air.

"A couple of cat scratches and you're going for a sick day, is that it?" She smiled. "As your Prefect, I'm ordering you up and around immediately."

[augury_gold]

Anthony felt incredibly out of place as the Hufflepuffs gathered around Megan's bed. It was obvious immediately what a strong unit their house was...and it was just the kind of unity they all needed at that point.

"Frankly, I think Megan should stay here and get all the rest she needs instead," Anthony said with a smile.

[augury_pansyp]

Pansy staying behind in the doorway, staying a fair distance from the group of people that had rushed to hover around the cot. "Oh yes, Michael. You were a right hero. Someone really ought to owl Potter, tell him someone else has filled the position. Not that she was right to do... that..." And not that Jones didn't probably deserve it, Pansy herself had wanted to hex her more times than she could count. "But she wouldn't have killed you, you know." A hint of doubt could be heard behind her usual haughtiness. Millicent wouldn't have, would she? If she hadn't been caught?

[augury_michael]

Michael looked back at Pansy from the crowd. He smiled at Megan, "Anytime, Megan. I just wish I could've been there sooner." He nodded, tucked his hands into his pockets and ventured over to Pansy. He leaned against the wall. "Liseten, I don't much care if you want to tease me. Me, I love sarcasm. Its my bread and butter." He smirked, his grey gaze meeting her eyes, "And you can insinuate about my sexuality all you like

[augury_pansyp]

Pansy felt her face go hot, like her skin was burning up. Where did Corner get off, thinking he could boss her about or talk about Draco like he understood things!? She could feel her heartbeat pounding in her ears, all thought pushed aside for absolute fury. "No." She said in a low voice. "Do you want to know what I 'really think'? I think you're an idiot. I think you never said more than three words to Draco Malfoy, I think you don't know a thing about either of us, and I think you know even less about love!"

[augury_gold]

"That's enough," Anthony said sternly. While he was sure some of the things his best mate had been true, he did not approve of Michael saying them.

"In case people haven't noticed, this is a place for healing. And having you two bark at each other is probably not helping anyone." He didn't mean to come across as being critical of his friend, but he had to get his point across.

"If anyone has anything else negative to say, you can take it outside."

[augury_michael]

The weight of the day's events threatened to snap Michael, but he gritted his teeth beneath his lips. Now that he knew Megan to be safe, horrible reminiscence returned. With it, emotion. He glanced only slightly back at Anthony- a neutral glance that simply acknowledged- and then back to Pansy. His arms, which had been blocking the exit and sort of pinning Pansy back, lowered to his sides.

Without a word, he brushed past her and headed down the hallway.

[augury_npc]

"Halt right there, Mr. Corner!" Poppy called out, having spotted the boy leaving. She had intended on grabbing him once he had finished attending to the Jones girl, but now she had to move before he left any further. "Get yourself back here this very moment and show me that face!"

She stormed over to the doorway and looked out, giving him a patented look that spoke ill for him should he defy her. She reached out and grabbed him by the arm, then pulled him inside and toward the back of the infirmary.

[augury_habbott]

Hannah had inwardly cheered Michael on at his withering though barely audible response to Pansy. She half expected Pansy to lay him out right there and had even half-drew her wand in case she had to expelliarmus the two of them. She and Anthony had the same goal in that respect. No violence in a place of healing.

She was a bit disappointed that Anthony chastised mainly Michael, but then she did have to admit he had gone pretty far. Pansy hadn't actually hurt anyone. She'd just been an annoying thorn. Maybe he had gone too far. She just wasn't sure what had set him off. He'd seemed fine up until they found out that Megan was fine. Was he intending to go after Millicent now?

Hannah was thankful Pomfrey brought him back in, and he fingers touched her own wound. She didn't want to see Michael or anyone else get hurt any further. There had been quite enough of that, thank you very much.

"So love," Hannah said, patting Megan's arm, "What can I bring you from the dinner table?" She asked, turning attention to her friend.

[augury_megan]

"I'm not really hungry," Megan admitted. The whole day had taken a lot out of her. It was nice that all these people had come to the hospital wing to visit, but the tension was so thick in the room that it seemed to be a bad idea to keep people in here much longer.

Megan glanced up at Ernie. There was so much she wanted to tell him. The reason why she had threatened Millicent. What the girl had said about killing him...

[augury_npc]

"You may not be hungry, Miss Jones," Poppy said from where she was attending to Michael's injuries, proving that while occupied her ears did indeed still function, "but nevertheless, a house elf will be coming shortly with your dinner. And you will be eating it."

The tone was stern, but the emotion behind it was benevolent. Whatever age they were, patients were patients, and often needed an iron fist to force them to do what was best for them - and as long as they remained in her infirmary, then she would swing that fist willingly.

"And if you still don't feel like eating, I'm certain I can find a way to make you eat, young lady."

[ernie_dt_mac]

"Don't worry, Madame Pomfrey," Ernie returned with a significant look to Megan. "I'll make sure she eats."

His brow furrowed as he noticed how tired she was looking. He absently stroked her curls from her forehead with his free hand, and tenderly squeezed the one he held. "How're you doing now? Are these jokers getting to be too much for you yet? Want I should chase them off before supper arrives? You never know, there might be dessert," he teased with a small smile.