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Neville felt like the Knight Bus had hit him, backed up, and rolled over him again. It wasnāt the same quality of pain as Crucio, though, he reflected as he lay there on the bed, trying to breathe through his rapidly-healing ribs. The Cruciatus Curse was searing like his bones and veins and brain would alight and turn to ash. This was just a series of throbs and aches, from his chest to his face and his arms.Ā
He wasnāt in any immediate danger of kicking it, and he had strenuously insisted the Healers attend to others first, but before long, they had bundled him away from the benefit and off to hospital. He hadnāt been able to take in everything that had happened, and cold dread sat like a stone in the pit of his belly when he thought about what he might have to learn from the Prophet in the morning.
As much as he was thinking of the others, all the others heād spoken to at the benefit just hours beforeāViktor and Fleur and Professor Trelawney and that mysterious woman, the mysterious woman who had saved himāNevilleās eyes also kept straying to the bandages on his chest.
He had always been uncomfortable with stripping down in public, even in the dorm, and it made him restless now. He would feel better if his chest were covered up, he decided, even as the sole occupant of this room for the moment. Levering himself painfully upright, he moved to retrieve the shirt heād been wearing under his robes.
Heedless of the bloodstains from all his glass-cuts, he shrugged it painfully over his head. Just as he was collapsing back against the pillows, exhaling a little breath that sounded like an oof, a mediwix popped their head in the door.Ā āVisitor for you, Mr. Longbottom.ā
āYeahāyeah, of course.ā He was definitely in shock and pain still, but he was also desperate for news and didnāt want to worry anyone who might want news of him. Grimacing, he pushed himself just that little bit upright so that he could meet the gaze of whoever was coming through the door.Ā āI mean, my singing arch got Fiendfyreād,ā he said sardonically.Ā āSo I could look worse. Really.ā
To say, Luna Lovegood is a ball of anxiety would be the understatement of the century. Thereās also an overwhelming feeling of guilt within her.Ā All in all, sheās just a mess. While she was drunk at the Weird Sisterās concert in Scotland, there were sinister things happening in London. Of course no one could have predicted what couldāve happened, but she still feels like she shouldāve been there. News spreads like wildfire and suddenly, sheās sobered up, well the majority of her is,Ā and sheās on her way to St. Mungos,
Sheās hoping she can at least see her friend for awhile. Sheāll understand if theyāre not allowing visitors, but she just needs the peace of mind. Thankfully, they let her through and the raven haired girl, dressed in her far too large Weird Sisterās shirt enters Nevilleās room.Ā āWell, worst things have happened.ā Luna smiles as she holds up a big bag.Ā āIāve brought you some sweets. Oh and a shirt from the concert.ā
