The Matron (open to anyone)
Dec 11, 2014 5:24:20 GMT
Post by Albus Potter on Dec 11, 2014 5:24:20 GMT
Albus stood outside the door of the hospital wing his thumb running over the dark dips and leaps of a statue's body deep in his pocket. He had found the curious thing underneath his bed one morning, rising late as usual. At first he was creeped out but didn't have the heart to throw it away. So he took it with him and it's stayed in his pocket since. The smooth stone it was made out of felt good against the pads of Albus' fingers and calmed the almost always anxious boy.
Albus extended a pale hand to the door handle, he was here to see Maverick, obviously. To be quite honest though, Albus felt a bit guilty about the fight. He and Maverick have a good dynamic on the pitch, he should have talked the boy out of fighting the Malfoy, or at least attempted to hold him back. He didn't though and the shame sent him running back to his cot. Maverick's empty one served to much of a reminder though so the Potter quickly broke and departed to visit his friend in the infirmary.
Standing there in pajama bottoms and a grandma-knit jumper, Albus had o idea wha he ought to say to Maverick, 'hey there', 'how are you doing'. Albus sighed, this was stupid, he should just go back. He didn't want to though, or at least not all of him wanted to. He was genuinely concerned for Maverick's well being. Steeling himself, Albus pushed open the door.
Dark eyes immediately found the Rotburn laying in a cot and Albus cleared his throat, announcing his arrival. He shifted awkwardly there for a moment before approaching the cot. He sat on the edge of it and began to twiddle his thumbs, another nervous habit.
"What have they done for you so far?" Albus asks before swallowing thickly. It sounds clinical, cold, but he couldn't very well ask 'how are you' like he planned, the kid was in the infirmary, obviously he wasn't doing to great.
Maverick Taurus Rotburn
Albus extended a pale hand to the door handle, he was here to see Maverick, obviously. To be quite honest though, Albus felt a bit guilty about the fight. He and Maverick have a good dynamic on the pitch, he should have talked the boy out of fighting the Malfoy, or at least attempted to hold him back. He didn't though and the shame sent him running back to his cot. Maverick's empty one served to much of a reminder though so the Potter quickly broke and departed to visit his friend in the infirmary.
Standing there in pajama bottoms and a grandma-knit jumper, Albus had o idea wha he ought to say to Maverick, 'hey there', 'how are you doing'. Albus sighed, this was stupid, he should just go back. He didn't want to though, or at least not all of him wanted to. He was genuinely concerned for Maverick's well being. Steeling himself, Albus pushed open the door.
Dark eyes immediately found the Rotburn laying in a cot and Albus cleared his throat, announcing his arrival. He shifted awkwardly there for a moment before approaching the cot. He sat on the edge of it and began to twiddle his thumbs, another nervous habit.
"What have they done for you so far?" Albus asks before swallowing thickly. It sounds clinical, cold, but he couldn't very well ask 'how are you' like he planned, the kid was in the infirmary, obviously he wasn't doing to great.
Maverick Taurus Rotburn
