Inside the Hospital Wing

[Nyssa Pond]

Nyssa grudgingly tore off a bit of the muffin before eating it. "You're welcome," she said bitterly.

[Jake Crawley]

"Nyssa, you have to eat you know that," Jake said. "I don't understand why you're refusing to when you know the consequences."

[Nyssa Pond]

"I don't know," Nyssa said with a shrug. "I'm just not hungry."

[Jake Crawley]

Jake frowned. "What kind of muffin are you eating today?"

[Nyssa Pond]

"Apple cinnamon," Nyssa said cheerfully. "Want some?"

[Jake Crawley]

Jake nodded. "Yeah, but I'll have my own and you can finish that one."

[Nyssa Pond]

Nyssa nodded. He caught on to her ploy. At this point Madam Pomfrey came over and informed Nyssa she was cleared to leave.

"Excellent," Nyssa said jumping up from the bed and organizing her things. She turned to Jake. "I'm going to get out of here before she changes her mind. See you later?"

[Jake Crawley]

"Yeah, bye!" Jake said getting up and heading out of the Hospital Wing.

[George Weasley]

Madam Pomfrey took over for George and laid Arya down in a bed. She cast George several dirty looks as she waved her wand and changed Arya into a hospital gown. She spent several minutes checking her for injuries and muttering spells that sounded like song, suggesting she had internal organ damage from the shock of the impact. She then went to her office and came back with several different potions. She tilted Arya's head back as she opened the bottle of Skele-Grow. "Come on, now dearie. Drink this, ah, very good. Almost done" Arya had barely opened her mouth but Madam Pomfrey was experienced at administering potions. She gave numerous potions to the girl and, after she had finished, waved her wand in small circles, first around her hip, then around her shoulder. Arya began to moan a little, but Madam Pomfrey continued. Arya let out a small cry before Madam Pomfrey moved onto her shoulder, and, again, Arya emitted a small cry.

[George Weasley]

Looking satisfied but somber, she walked over to George, who was sitting upright in the bed next to Arya's. Madam Pomfrey looked like she was about to yell at him but she restrained herself.

"Mr. Weasley. Your friend here suffered a cracked sternum, a dislocated hip, dislocated shoulder, a broken collarbone, and numerous internal organs were damaged. What in name of Merlin were you doing?! She had to have fallen from a great height to achieve that level of internal organ damage! She could have died!" she yelled with fury in her voice. George had never seen her this mad. He was afraid of her, which was extremely unusual for him. George thought about his answer and decided it was best to tell her the truth.

"We went cliff diving." She was appalled. "YOU WHAT? HOW COULD YOU DO SUCH A STUPID THING? HOW COULD YOU SHOW SUCH DISREGARD FOR YOUR OWN SAFTEY! DO YOU NOT REALIZE YOU COULD HAVE DIED!," screamed Madam Pomfrey furiously. She paused to breath before continuing, "JUST WAIT UNTIL THE HEADMASTER HEARS ABOUT THIS!" George wasn't worried about that. He didn't care what punishment came. He was just glad Arya was going to be ok. Madam Pomfrey gave him a once over and, using the same small circle movement, popped his shoulder back in place. He cried out in pain, not expecting that to happen. She laid him down and gave him a gown to change into while she went and got some potions for his injuries. When she returned he was in bed with his gown on and his clothes in a pile at the foot of his bed. She saw them and scoffed, "Don't just leave them there, boy!". She flicked her wand and the clothes folded themselves neatly and put themselves into the nightstand drawers.

"Here, take this for your cracked ribs. You're luckier than Ms. Rith. I'm afraid you've only fractured two of them," she said as she handed George a small flask of dark syrupy liquid. He drank it quickly, but just as quickly regretted it, as the potion tasted awful. Madam Pomfrey poured another flask of potion, this one a dark salmon color that smelled of musk. "Drink this, it'll repair your tendon. You tore one in your shoulder when you dislocated it," she said as she handed him the flask. She was much calmer now. Something about healing was very relaxing to her.

"Now, as for the bruising, you'll just have to rest. I could give you something for it, but it's more trouble than it's worth. Besides, I'd much rather keep you here for a day than have you run around and do something stupid like that again." Madam Pomfrey shook her head disapprovingly. She headed back to her office to write an letter to owl to the Headmaster when she turned around. "George," she asked, "Were you the only two involved?"

George looked up at her and replied very confidently, "Yes. Just us." Madam Pomfrey gave a curt nod and returned to her office. She closed the door and began to write a letter to the Headmaster, describing the details of the story so he would know what happened.

George rolled onto his right side, and closed his eyes. He was glad no one got hurt, but he couldn't forget Blake's reaction. The look in Blake's eyes when he was yelling was stuck in George's memory. He felt guilty. But eventually his fatigue overcame his emotions and he passed into a deep slumber, while Arya had a dreamless sleep in the bed next to his.

[Arya Rith]

After six hours of sleep, Arya woke up. Groggily wondering where she was, she realized that she had been brought to the Hospital Wing. Thank god for George... Arya thought to herself, but soon felt the potions' affects working their way through her system. She screamed in agonizing pain. Her chest was hot and her bones were cracking back into place in a slow, excruciating manner. FFFFFFUUU-- Skele-grow.. she winced as she grit her teeth to keep from screaming again.

[George Weasley]

George sat up when he'd heard Arya scream. His injuries had mostly healed overnight, but he looked like one giant hematoma. He stood and walked over, even though it was painful. Apparently he'd bruised the bottom of his feet, too. Madam Pomfrey seemed to come out of nowhere when she rushed over to help. "You, Weasley, in bed. Now," she said sternly. She looked back at Arya and grabbed another sleeping draught. "Here now dearie, drink this. It's something to help you sleep."

[George Weasley]

George reluctantly sat down on his bed. "I said IN bed, Mr. Weasley," she snapped without even averting her eyes from Arya. As she tipped the potion into Arya's mouth she had a compassionate look on her face, "That's it, dearie. When you wake up, this should all be over..." She hated the stupid things kids did, but she'd always take care of them like they were her own children.

[Arya Rith]

Arya's eyes shot open when the potion hit her tongue. She spat out the potion from the terrible taste and started to freak out. She looked up at Madam Pomfrey who glared at her potion rejection. She left to get another potion.

Arya turned her neck, yelling in pain and spat out as much as she could before slowly turning her neck to look forward. Arya grumbled and saw George from her peripheral vision. "Thanks, George," Arya said quietly as she put a hand against her chest, wincing in pain, "for saving me."

[George Weasley]

George looked over when he heard Arya speak. "Yeah," he said softly, "no problem. But that was so stupid of us." He laughed. He'd done numerous stupid things with Fred, but the most trouble they could get in there was detention with Filch. They could have died. He looked up at the paintings on the ceiling. "While that was fun, what with you almost dying and me bruising every square inch of my body, I don't think I'll ever do it again," he laughed.