hospital visits (closed)
Amelia grip on the pale pink pastry box tightened as she drew nearer to the Hospital Wing. Anxiety had been coursing through her ever since that morning, when she was pulled out of her first period by Professor Flitwick, a grave look crossing the charm’s professors features. Your father was attacked last night, he said, he’s in the Hospital Wing now, but his condition is stable. He would be alright. Her first instinct - get pastries. Sweets always made a situation better, and she hoped that the cookies would bring a smile to her dad. He would be alright, she repeated that like a mantra.
She spotted another figure at the door of the hospital wing, pacing nervously. As she drew nearer she realized that it was her traitorous brother. Of course, he would have heard the news and of course he would be nervous and of course he had every right to be, but Amelia was not in the mood to see her brother. Especially not so soon after their fight.
“Oh. You.”
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