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Post by Lydia Evans on Mar 3, 2010 17:55:06 GMT -6
Once Lydia had explained Madam Pomfrey went to work. Lydia sat on a nearby chair feeling rather guilty.
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Post by Theodore Nott on Mar 3, 2010 18:05:24 GMT -6
Theo looked over to Lydia, motioning for her to come closer as the woman set to work on fixing his arm. "Don't I get a pain potion or something" he snapped at Pomfrey. She walked off to get him one mumbling to herself.
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Post by Lydia Evans on Mar 3, 2010 18:12:49 GMT -6
Lydia moved closer and sat on the edge of the bed. "I'm sorry."
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Post by Theodore Nott on Mar 3, 2010 18:15:19 GMT -6
Theo gave her a questioning look. "Why are you apologizing? You didn't do anything."
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Post by Lydia Evans on Mar 3, 2010 18:17:39 GMT -6
"I chose the willow. I could have chosen something safer." She sighed heavily.
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Post by Theodore Nott on Mar 3, 2010 18:19:59 GMT -6
He laughed and then cringed. "Safer? We were racing and it was not your fault I was unable to control my own broom. It wasn't the Willow, it was me. I decided to accelerate when I knew I shouldn't have." He grabbed her hand with his uninjured hand. "Do not blame yourself."
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Post by Lydia Evans on Mar 3, 2010 18:24:36 GMT -6
She nodded slowly and sighed. "Thank you Theo." She smiled. "But you know I'm going to worry anyway." She kissed his cheek and heard Madam Pomfrey give a huff. "She kind of blamed me." She sighed.
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Post by Theodore Nott on Mar 3, 2010 18:29:08 GMT -6
He smiled. "Love, you gave her too many details. The less the better." He winked at her as Pomfrey came back and gave him a potion. "Don't leave, all right?"
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Post by Lydia Evans on Mar 3, 2010 18:31:16 GMT -6
She nodded. "I won't." She took his hand gently. She was quiet, thinking too much again.
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Post by Theodore Nott on Mar 3, 2010 18:36:06 GMT -6
He squeezed her hand and waited for his arm to be healed. "Stop thinking, Lydia. I can hear the wheels turning." Madam Pomfrey put his arm in a sling and after a brief argument about him spending the night he was free to go with pain potions in hand.
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Post by Lydia Evans on Mar 3, 2010 18:41:23 GMT -6
She sighed. "Alright." She nodded. "Tomorrow's the funeral so I'll be going to that." She explained. "When I come back we can have dinner." She smiled lightly.
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Post by Theodore Nott on Mar 3, 2010 18:44:08 GMT -6
He nodded. 'It's a deal." He stood. "Where to now?"
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Post by Lydia Evans on Mar 3, 2010 18:47:07 GMT -6
"Back to the common room." She smiled. She still felt guilty but was doing her best not to.
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Post by Theodore Nott on Mar 3, 2010 18:49:45 GMT -6
He nodded. "Since I'm injured and you'll be gone tomorrow can we be a little mushy?" He put his free arm around her and walked her out with another thank you to Madam Pomfrey.
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Post by Lydia Evans on Mar 3, 2010 18:55:05 GMT -6
"Perhaps a bit." She smiled. "But I do need to talk to Amber before we do be a bit mushy." She explained lightly.
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