` OOPS .
@epminkyung
it was meant to be a simple prank on a fellow student in potions class, but he hadn’t counted on the prank ending in him knocking over his own cauldron and causing his potion, which was meant to end up as venomous tentacula juice (but was far from being finished), to pour over his left arm and upper torso. had the potion been finished it wouldn’t have resulted in his robes practically melting off where the potion had soaked through them, and the skin that had been drenched in it to begin to burn off incredibly fast. it was possibly the most painful thing he’d ever experienced, and had left him writhing on the potions classroom floor, delirious and screaming.
needless to say he’d been carted off to the infirmary and subjected to his wounds being bathed in something that stung horribly, then some sparkly purple cream was smeared over the truly horrendous looking burns, then finally instructed to drink a potion that tasted disturbingly similar to what he expected trolls feet might taste like.
eventually he’s told to sleep it off - that due to the fact his ribs and forearm bones were pretty much out in the open he’d need to be kept in the infirmary for at least a week, which elicits displeased grumbles from gabriel. he wonders how many people are talking about the accident, and whether it’s been seen as a tragic, yet heroic accident that occurred while he attempted to entertain, or just a stupid accident which would be tutted at.
he also realises, as he stares up at the high ceiling of the infirmary, that he’s going to be stuck in the hospital bed for an entire week growing his flesh back, and he’s going to be doing it alone. despite only having been there for about twenty minutes he’s already lonely, all the other beds empty, and madam pomfrey in her office. so he simply lays there, in pain and alone, wondering what he’s going to do to keep himself occupied.
