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I enjoyed the sound of the computer beeping in this room, even found it kinda cute. But I imagine the beeping may be annoying to some, so I plan to do a recording of this room without the beeps too (if possible).
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Hogwarts Infirmary Masterlist
a lifetime of calamities followed by dangerous illnesses (ao3) - blythely Draco/Harry E, 3k
Summary: "Isolation. Two weeks. Mr Potter, I'm surprised you haven't that Muggle immunity potion in your blood. Mr Malfoy, I would prepare yourself for some unpleasant itching."
Better Than Chocolate (ao3) - Callum James Harry/Ron E, 2k
Summary: Harry's in the Infirmary - again! - and Ron comes to visit. Set in some undetermined year at Hogwarts when hunting Horcruxes didn't get in the way of Quidditch.
Daybreak (ao3) - djinnj Fleur/Bill G, 1k
Summary: July 1, 1997, in the Hogwarts infirmary, three perspectives.
BTW I was the dust incase there was any confusion. No autographs please thxxx <<33
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Currently trapped in the infirmary.
Before anyone asks:
no, I’m not dying.
yes, I’m fine.
no, you do not need to bring me soup.
What is killing me is the fact that a certain tall, over-concerned, chronically haunted brooding artist has decided this is now a group activity.
I swear I blinked and suddenly he was there like a bad omen with good bone structure.
• keeps asking if I’m “okay”
• keeps hovering like I might evaporate
• keeps looking at the IV like it personally offended him
• absolutely refuses to mind his own business
I told him I could walk.
He looked at me like I’d just announced I was going to fistfight God himself.
Now he’s sitting in the chair he definitely wasn’t invited to sit in, pretending he’s “just sketching” while very obviously watching me out of his peripheral vision.
Sir.
Please.
Go haunt literally anywhere else.
Anyway. If I mysteriously recover faster just so I can leave and escape him, mind your business.
🖤🩸