SIRIUS BLACK: 12 September, 1975

[trickster_gryff]

 
Dear Andy,

In hospital. Send biscuits.

Padf I had an unfortunate accident with one of the less agreeable plants on the grounds. I was struck in the stomach by a low-aimed branch while pissin investigating our uppity willow. No chance of me helping out with tryouts this year unless I heal up at lightening speed, but I expect they can manage

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[leavingforlove]

Oh, my gods. You kill me. In such a good way. :D

Oh, Sirius. *shakes her head* Are you all right? Need anything? Besides the biscuits, of course, which will be forthcoming immediately if not sooner. *smiles*

[trickster_gryff]

*giggling* Glad to be of service. ;)

*nods solemnly*
Yeah.
*sneaky smile*
Well, apart from the excruciating pain, but they say that should pass.
*looks theatrically downtrodden*

[leavingforlove]

And you're so good at it. :P

Well, that's good. Not that you're in pain, of course, but that it will go away.

*pushes some hair back from his forehead* *softly, half-teasing* Poor little boy.

[trickster_gryff]

Hee. Why thank you. *squishes*

*nods again*
Yes. I'll do my best to buck up and take heart in the idea that it will be over. Someday.

*a smile breaks through at the touch and he bows his head*
*voice light with the colour of laughter in it*
Not little. But I'll surely take the rest of the sympathy.

*chuckles and then winces, breathing out slowly*
Mm. M'alright. Twinges a bit when I laugh. *sheepish smile*

[favourite_son]

Oh dear! He hasn't damaged his erm, bits, has he? :D

*slinks by the hospital wing and lingers in the doorway*
What have you done?

[trickster_gryff]

*snorts* Thankfully, no. We'd never hear the end of it, otherwise. As it is, it was a close call...

*frowns a little*
*without much heat*
Come to sneer at me in my sick bed? If you must know, that blasted willow caught me off guard.
*places a hand gingerly against his stomach*
Go on. Have a nice laugh.

[favourite_son]

*giggles* Well, what does he expect if he's going to try watering the Willow? :D

*fidgets in the doorway but doesn't go in*
*quietly*
Are you hurt?

And I don't know what's up with Reg.

[trickster_gryff]

Too true. *giggles as well*

*takes a moment, unsure how to process Reg's reaction*
I...
*softly*
A bit.

*looks at him, eyes narrowing warily*

Aw, he's so sweet. *cuddles him*

[foreverwidow]

*gasps* Everything is fine with his neither regions, yeah?

*walks into the Hospital Wing for one of her check-ups*
Black! Fancy seeing you here.

[trickster_gryff]

*giggling* Yes. Those are quite alright. *sigh of relief*

*looks up, a bit startled*
*instinctively smooths back his hair*
Erm. Hullo. Madeleine. I hope you're well.

Please excuse him being awkward. He wasn't expecting to see her. :D

[foreverwidow]

*raises an eyebrow*
I have to come here for some routine check-ups. You?

Icon-love!

[trickster_gryff]

Oh. I see. Erm.
*gestures vaguely to his torso*

Had an accident. Bruises, that's all. *runs a hand through his hair again*
I should be on my feet again soon.

Hee! Thank you. One of my favorites. :)

[brave_phoenix]

*randomly wandering through the halls of Hogwarts*
*walks by the door to the hospital*
*walks back to the door and looks in*
*calls out*
Black!
You alright?
*wanders into the room*
*concerned*
Not ill, are you?

[trickster_gryff]

*looks over to the door*
*lopsided smile*

No, no. Not at all.
*shifts uncomfortably on the bed, trying to cover up a wince of pain as his bruised stomach muscles tense*
*lets out a long breath, trying to look nonchalant*
The Healer can't get enough of me, you see. She's always trying to get me in here for one reason or another.
You're well, I hope.

[brave_phoenix]

*laughs*
*eyes twinkle*
Best be careful then... If that's the case, the next thing you know the Healer might be trying to poison you!
*smiles*
I'm fine, thank you for asking. I'm fine; the wife's fine; son's fine; can't complain... *grins* I'm, ah, just dropping by to check on the little brother... But he can wait.
*wanders further into the room*
*grabs a chair and drags it over to the bedside, sits*
*eyes narrow, looking Sirius over critically*
So... Injury?

[trickster_gryff]

*soft huff of laughter*
Perish the thought.

*nods*
Good. I'm glad to hear it.

*tucks hair behind his ears, nodding more*
Yeah. Stomach. Got a ruddy great bruise. But it's alright.

[fleshdress]

Some people have no-one but themselves to blame. *loves*

[trickster_gryff]

*snorts* It's true. Tragic and true. You can't blame him for trying, though, can you? I mean, really. It's a challenge begging to be met. ;) *squishes*