#amosdiggs

“No laddie, ye’s aren’t listenin’.. come on- In what universe-” Jackson spoke exasperated with a light roll of his eyes. Of course, the boys were sat at the dining hall having yet another debate about quidditch which, really, was there any surprise to? True, Jackson had always been a quite lad. Especially around those that he didn’t know, but with his friends? That was when his true personality came out. Granted the Scottish raven haired boy had grown more pessimistic over the years. But any who knew Jackson would know him kind, all be it a little thoughtful when he choose to pipe in with his thoughts. Overcritical plus sarcasm and Jackson both came hand in hand. Traits that really shone through particularly when he was talking statics and more importantly quidditch. 

Lottie had been in the hospital for nearly a week now and in truth she was feeling alot better than she had been. Rest had been the best medicine for the stunning spell, she’d slept for what felt like the whole week, much to her reluctance of missing class and spending time with her friends. Though thankfully some of them visited on occasion but only in short bursts, leaving the blonde ‘in peace’ under the instruction from Madam Pomfrey, insisting that above anything she needed rest. The bruises that were scattered across her skin were left deep blue and purple by his point and were starting to fade. Along with her scrapped which was left mere a mere few marks now, though still wrapped for good measure. Lottie had been lent up against the headboard of the bed in the hospital wing, herbology book in her lap when she caught sight of a figure lingering in her peripheral vision. “Amos-” Lottie spoke, a soft smile pulling onto her features as she looked across at her friend. “It’s good to see you.” The blonde spoke gently, as she closed the book that was balanced in her lap to give him her full attention. “I don’t think there is much left in here, but Alice brought some bits by if you want anything from it please help yourself.” She spoke peering over at the basket of goodies Alice had left by her bedside. @amosdiggs​

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