Sitting here Patiently

[Lottie]

Lixa didn't know how she managed to drag herself back here. She sat up in her usual bed, situated at the back of the hospital wing. It was like a second home, that wasn't quite so welcoming with its sterilised, pure white sheets and whitewashed walls. Madam Pomfrey shoved a steaming cup of black liquid into her hands on her way down the ward to treat someone else.

Lixa emptied the contents of her cup in one swift mouthful. Almost instantly she could feel her throat writhing as it slowly make its way into her system. She wrinkled up her nose in disgust. It was a begrudgingly disgusting potion, but it seemed to be the only thing that made her eat after such rough nights.

Not that Lixa could remember much. What she did know, however, was that in the early hours of the morning she had found herself crawling into the Hospital Wing, where the resident matron was ready and waiting to heal the worst of her wounds. The girl had to admire her handiwork. not many people could work so dilligently and still scare the living daylights out of visitors who were in the room out of hours.

Leaning back in her bed, Allixa sighed loudly, wishing Thing did not have to stay out of the room. At least in the dungeons she could hide him away.


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[Rabbit_Cake]

“It’s okay Trevor! Just stay calm!” Cleo said, her voice panic stricken but in a similar way to which a small child might get worried about a stuffed toy. Her hurried footsteps echoed off the stone walls that surrounded her and only made her approach to the hospital wing more dramatic, although, quite honestly, it didn’t need to be.

A soft, muffled croak emitted from her coat pocket.

The huge mass of orange fabric that she liked to call her “Trevor Jacket” was wrapped around her loosely and it was obvious that it could be wrapped around her again if she wished to shield herself more effectively from the cold. However, the reason that it wasn’t so tightly pulled around her was that it was actually relatively warm, and the only reason that she was actually wearing the jacket was to ensure Trevor had an extra comfortable ride to the Hospital Wing.

“It’s okay.” She repeated, more for her own sake than the toads. After what felt like at least 10 minutes walking, Cleo burst straight into the overly clean ward and said straight away “Madam Pomfrey, it’s Trevor, he’s-” Cleo was cut off by the familiar shrill voice of the nurse.

“The toad does not look any different.” She said in an exasperated way, and yet she still managed to sound much like the feared and detested librarian.

“But, Madam Pomfrey, he looks really green, I think he might be sick.” A normal person might have thought this was a joke, but Cleo’s voice made it clear that it wasn’t, she looked deadly serious.

Madam Pomfrey gave Cleo a sceptical look to which Cleo planted herself in a nearby chair about 2 metres away from a peaky looking girl in a bed, in a clear stand for Trevor to be seen like any normal person.

((Sorry if theres mistakes this was written at 12.30am xD))

[Lottie]

Lixa turned her head as a brightly-coloured girl hurdled into the hospital wing, concern and panic evident in her features. She watched as Madam Pomfrey cast a cynical eye over her, making a note to work out how she could manage to inflict fear on people with an appropriate glance here and there. It seemed a useful skill.

Continuing to watch the girl sit down near her, Allixa pulled herself up in the bed. She massaged a particularly sore spot on her jawline and shifted her focus to the Toad. She blinked, analysing its features carefully.

"I think you're right," she muttered eventually. "He looks a bit peaky."

At this point, Madam Pomfrey chose to intervene, shoving another vial of liquid into Lixa's empty hand, this one an acid green.
"Don't you start," she huffed. "That toad is fine. Now drink up."

Waiting until the woman's back was turned, Lixa pulled a face. She swallowed the thick, gloopy liquid in one gulp, and wretched.
"Will they ever make a potion that tastes good?" she asked, choking as what little colour she previously had began to slowly return to her cheeks. The effect was that of someone being covered from the neck down in ice, with their head stuck in an oven.

She turned once again to Cleo, and gave her the best attempt of a smile she could make.
"I think you should give him some sopophorous bean juice. It works wonders on small animals." Once again she focused her gaze on the toad, watching it stare back at her, its beady eyes bright, clear and alert. It croaked. Lixa licked her bottom lip, then wiped it dry.