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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2012 13:06:19 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] NARCISSA HELD BACK A SMIRK AS THEY WALKED AND HE SAID 'I'M FINE.' HE DEFINITELY WASN'T. AND AS THEY PROGRESSED, THE SHIVERY NATURE OF HIS BODY WAS EVIDENT. IF THEY WERE FRIENDS, SHE'D HAVE SIMPLY CASTED A WARMING CHARM ON HIM AND IT WOULD HAVE DONE THE TRICK. BUT, THEY DEFINITELY WEREN'T FRIENDS. AND IN ANY EVENT SHE OFFERED HIM A TOWEL, SO SHE FIGURED HER PREFECT DUTY LINE COULD END THERE.
SHE COULDN'T HELP BUT FEEL A TINY BIT BAD AS THE PROFESSOR MENTIONED GETTING HIM OUT OF THERE. CISSA WAS GOING TO FORGO TELLING THE PROFESSOR ABOUT IAIN LINGERING IN THE LAKE, BUT SHE FIGURED SHE MIGHT AS WELL LET HIM KNOW HE WAS IN THERE FOR A WHILE. "YES, WELL, I THINK HE WAS IN THE LAKE FOR A WHILE SO HE PROBABLY IS PRETTY FROZEN," SHE MENTIONED, AFTER IAIN INSISTED HE WAS FINE ONCE MORE. IT WAS OBVIOUS THAT HE WASN'T, SO HIS LITTLE ACT WAS CERTAINLY NOT FOOLING ANYONE.
"SHOULD I TAKE HIM TO THE HOSPITAL WING TO GET LOOKED OVER?" SHE ASKED, MORE DUTILY THAN CARINGLY. CISSA HONESTLY DIDN'T CARE WHAT HER INSTRUCTIONS WERE. AT THAT POINT IN THE EVENING, SHE WANTED TO GET HER JOB DONE SO SHE COULD RETREAT TO THE DUNGEONS. IAIN WAS SIMPLY TAKING UP HER TIME, THOUGH SHE DID FEEL SORT OF BAD FOR HIM. HE LOOKED ILL. AT THE SAME TIME, HE DID IT TO HIMSELF, SO ANY CARE SHE TOOK FOR HIM WAS IMMEDIATELY ERASED EVERY TIME SHE THOUGHT BACK TO HIS DISOBEDIENCE.
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Post by iainmurray on Jul 20, 2012 13:32:25 GMT -5
Iain was skinny by nature and although he tended, sometimes, to eat a lot, there were also times he completely forgot about food. His diet was anything but healthy and he was too thin to hold onto warmth as easily as better-nourished people - hence why he was reacting so badly.
He didn't think it was something a bed and a cup of coffee couldn't fix, though.
Valerius nodded seriously when Cissa told him Iain might have been in the lake for a while. Iain obviously noticed the half-truth, but didn't decide to chip in with an opinion of his own apart from shrugging and doing a very good job pretending not to care. "Yes," the professor admitted, "he does look rather unwell." Iain glowered. He hated it when people talked as though he wasn't there. He decided not to tell them he was going to be fine - he already had and obviously neither of these people was listening to him anyway. Why would they?
His eyebrows almost disappeared into his hairline when Cissa offered to walk him to the hospital wing. "I don't need help from you, Black," he hissed under his breath, straightening his back a little and uncrossing his arms. The professor interrupted him, though. "Yes, I think you'd better should," he agreed with Cissa. "Better to be safe than sorry."
Valerius turned to Iain with an exasperated expression. "And I will see you in my office for your detention tomorrow morning before class, young man." Well, that was his good night's sleep gone. Iain nodded. "Yessir."
Without waiting for Narcissa, he turned on his heels and started walking to the hospital wing. He could find it on his own. If she insisted on tagging along, that was her own choice. If she left before they'd reached the hospital wing, he was just going straight to bed anyway without speaking to the matron at all. Let them think he went. He didn't need medical attention, he was fine. He just needed a good strong cup of coffee.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2012 21:06:50 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] IT SEEMED AS THOUGH IAIN WAS QUITE RESISTANT IN THE WHOLE GOING-TO-THE-HOSPITAL-WING THING. BUT, HE HAD NO CHOICE. AS IAIN HISSED AT HER UNDER HIS BREATH, THE PROFESSOR IMMEDIATELY INTERRUPTED AND TOLD HER THAT HER IDEA WAS A GOOD ONE. SHE HAD TO HOLD BACK A HARD LAUGH. IAIN WAS HILARIOUS, REALLY. HE WAS DOWNRIGHT PISSED OFF THAT HE HAD TO SPEND SO MUCH TIME WITH CISSA. AND WHILE SHE DIDN'T ACTUALLY LIKE HANGING OUT WITH IAIN MURRAY, NARCISSA HAD TO ADMIT THAT GETTING ON HIS NERVES MADE IT TIME WELL SPENT.
THE PROFESSOR LEFT THEM AND UPON HIS LEAVE, IAIN QUICKLY TURNED ON HIS HEEL AND HEADED UP THE STAIRS. SHE HURRIED UP AND FOLLOWED HIM. "DON'T THINK I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE UP TO?" SHE CALLED FROM BEHIND HIM, TRYING TO KEEP UP. HE WAS QUITE A BIT TALLER THAN HER, MAKING HIS STEPS WIDER AND PUTTING HIM A GOOD WAYS AHEAD. BUT NARCISSA WAS DETERMINED TO KEEP UP, EVEN IF IT ONLY MEANT A FEW MORE MINUTES OF AGGRAVATION TO THROW HIS WAY. SHE FLIPPED HER LOCKS OVER HER SHOULDER AND OUT OF THE WAY, JUST SO SHE COULD KEEP AN EYE ON HIM SHOULD HE TRY AND - OH, I DUNNO - PUSH HER DOWN THE STAIRS.
NARCISSA SERIOUSLY DOUBTED THAT HE WOULD THINK TWICE ABOUT IT.
THEY PAUSED ON A MOVING STAIRCASE AND SHE LEANED AGAINST THE RAILING, GRINNING AT HIM. "WHY ARE YOU SO DETERMINED TO MAKE EVERYONE THINK YOU'RE FINE, WHEN YOU'RE OBVIOUSLY NOT?" SHE SHOT AT HIM, TILTING HER CHIN UPWARD. HE WAS SUCH A COWARD, NOT LETTING ANYONE SEE THROUGH TO THE INSIDES. SURE, A DEFENSIVE STRATEGY WAS GOOD, BUT WHEN SOMEONE LIKE A PROFESSOR URGENTLY NEEDED TO KNOW YOUR MEDICAL CONDITION...WELL, ONE SHOULDN'T PLAY OFF POSSIBLE HYPOTHERMIA.
UNLESS, HE WANTED TO DIE, OF COURSE. IN WHICH CASE, CISSA WOULD LET HIM TAKE ANOTHER PLUNGE INTO THE NIGHT. IT WAS HIS OWN CHOICE, AFTER ALL. PLUS, SHE WOULDN'T HAVE A MESS TO CLEAN UP AFTER.
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Post by iainmurray on Jul 22, 2012 1:21:44 GMT -5
He could practically feel Narcissa's amusement come off her in waves. That didn't add to his pile of good things. Iain wasn't specifically annoyed about going to the hospital wing because it would mean spending more time with Cissa, however - it was just that throughout the years he had been in the hospital wing more than any other student, it seemed, and wasn't looking forward to seeing the matron's 'oh, Iain, not again' expression. It wasn't that he was stupid. He wasn't reckless on purpose. Things just seemed like good ideas at the time or he'd get carried away. Iain had the idea that people seemed to think that he was being stupid on purpose or something, though, which just sucked because that meant that the things he did were probably so stupid that people with half a brain would never do them. More and more people seemed to think that he was old enough to stop his 'foolish schemes' now. Compared to Cailean (inevitably, always, compared to Cailean), he always fell short, he was always lacking something.
Usually, he managed to avoid thoughts like these or he'd distract himself - but with Cissa there to escort him to the hospital wing, he couldn't shake his doubts.
The Castle wasn't much warmer than the outside had been, but Iain did feel a little better. Ascending the stairs, it felt good to have a sturdy banister beneath his hand. He had half-expected (and very much hoped) that Cissa would have gone by now, but her words indicated that she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
He sighed and ran his hand through his hair, trying to keep up a façade of nonchalance. "Oh, so I'm up to something? Do tell." Why did people always assume he was planning things? He impatiently tapped his foot on the stone step as they waited for the staircase to move (though also to still hide the slight shiver that ran through him).
"I am fine," he insisted. "Why would you care, anyway?" Iain pressed his lips together into a thin line, wishing the damn staircase would hurry up and move. He wasn't about to tell Narcissa that he thought people wouldn't care if he was not fine. Why would they care, anyway? Wasn't it all his own fault for being a reckless, irresponsible teenager? He knew what they were all thinking - and he didn't want to hear it.
After every fall, every accident, every moment of miscalculation, his first move had always been to shout the words 'I'm okay' or some such - to reassure people and perhaps to reassure himself.
He sighed in relief when the staircase started moving - finally! - and he started walking again before it had even properly stopped yet. (It wasn't a big deal, he'd been doing that for years now and he'd never toppled off head-first so it was probably safe.)
"Feel free to just go back to the dungeons, by the way," he said with a shrug as though he didn't care. "If anyone asks I'll tell them you delivered me at the hospital wing like a good little Prefect." Or perhaps he wouldn't, but he just wanted her to go. Once she was gone, he could just stop by the kitchens for a pot of coffee and go back to the Hufflepuff common room. He could do without another lecture by the matron tonight, so if he could avoid that, he would.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2012 18:19:37 GMT -5
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Post by iainmurray on Jul 23, 2012 1:00:33 GMT -5
No, he didn't think she would ever care. In fact, Iain didn't want her to care, either. Cissa was just there to get him to the hospital wing, because she could then witness the no doubt glorious lecture that was waiting for him there. Oh well. It could be worse. Madam Pomfrey could also coddle him like she was want to do when he had been younger - Merlin he hoped she wouldn't.
Iain didn't pay attention to Cissa's warning that one day he would be without help. He wouldn't be, because unlike her (or so he liked to think) he had real friends and a brother who would never leave him to his fate. Besides, who said he'd need help? Perhaps he would be fine on his own. Yeah, right - like Iain was ever fine on his own. He needed other people too much. Even so, he would never beg Narcissa Black for help. Never, ever.
She was so unattractive when she was annoyed with people (which was most of the time). Iain sincerely wondered if Cissa didn't realise she had a rather pretty-looking face (though he would never admit it!) but that she ruined it by not smiling like she meant it. Not that Iain was a ladies' man, but he wasn't scared to flirt and he'd had a date once or twice. Things just never worked out, really.
He really didn't understand why she was so hot and bothered about him not going to the hospital wing (he couldn't imagine she felt responsible as a prefect, to be honest, so that's why he never got that idea). If he had been the Prefect and she had been in his place? He would have left ages ago. He probably would have left her in the lake. Iain really would not have made a very good Prefect. (And the only reason why they might not have made his brother one, is because Iain would have impersonated him if given the chance, of course.)
Iain decided to just stop complaining or talking to Cissa. He wasn't getting rid of her anyway. Although he paused near the doors that would lead him there, it was only for a split second before he pushed through them and walked on. He wasn't some toddler who had to be dragged and coaxed to the doctor by its mother - it wasn't that he was afraid to go in there, not at all. He just didn't see the point.
He liked the hospital wing more by night than by day, ironically. By day it was filled with people and business at times and although Iain disliked quiet, this was different. By day, the hospital wing was chaotic and that just made his head tired because he didn't know what to focus on - by night, the wing turned into a well-oiled machine of routines and familiar smells. Iain wasn't quite sure what he wanted to do with his life yet, but he was seriously contemplating the profession of healer. Making people better seemed like a good thing to be doing in life.
Madam Pomfrey was reading a book at her desk, all the students who were spending the night peacefully asleep, paperworked stacked away, when Narcissa and Iain walked in. Poppy sighed, but smiled slightly - trust Iain Murray to be back in the hospital wing before the first week of school was out.
"Escorted by a Prefect, Iain," she chided as she got up and closed her book, "what have you done this time?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2012 8:02:31 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] NARCISSA SIGHED AS THEY FINALLY ENTERED THE HOSPITAL WING. SHE RATHER LIKED THEIR BICKERING, REALLY, EVEN THOUGH SHE GOT A BIT ANNOYED OF IT HERSELF. SHE SUPPOSED THE COMPANY OF IAIN MURRAY WAS TOLERABLE ENOUGH TO GET HIM GOING, AND IT WASN'T LIKE HE HAD UGLY FEATURES HIMSELF. IN FACT, HE WAS SORT OF CUTE. IN A WAY. AND SHE'D NEVER ACTUALLY ADMIT TO THINKING IT, BUT IAIN DID HAVE A SORT OF APPEAL. OTHERWISE, SHE WOULD HAVE JUST LET HIM BE - LET HIM TAKE HIS OWNSELF TO THE HOSPITAL WING.
TOO BAD SHE WAS SUCH A GREAT PREFECT, EH?
AS THEY ENTERED, SHE WATCHED MADAME POMFREY'SS FACE WAVER BETWEEN DISAPPOINTMENT AND A SMILE. FROM THAT, CISSA PRESUMED THAT IAIN OFTEN FOUND HIMSELF IN THE WING. MAYBE THAT WAS WHY HE DIDN'T WANT HER TO FOLLOW HIM THERE. MAYBE HE KNEW HE'D GET A LECTURE AND DIDN'T WANT TO BARE THE HUMILIATION THAT WAS TO COME. ALL SHE COULD DO WAS FEEL HER LIPS CURVE UPWARD INTO A SMIRK.
NARCISSA CUT IAIN OFF AS THE HEALER ASKED THEM WHAT HAD HAPPENED. "WAS IN THE LAKE FOR A WHILE, WANTED TO LINGER AFTER CURFEW," SHE ANSWERED, THEN LOOKED IAIN UP AND DOWN. "BIT COLD, I BELIEVE. SHAKY," SHE FINISHED, THEN TURNED BACK TO MADAME POMFREY. "I'M SURE HE'LL BE FINE, THOUGH. NOTHING TOO DRASTIC, SPARE AN UNCANNY ABILITY TO DEFY PREFECTS," CISSY ADDED, HER SMILE FADED. SHE HATED WHEN PEOPLE DISOBEYED HER, DIDN'T TAKE HER SERIOUSLY. THAT WAS ONE OF THE MAIN REASONS SHE'D FOLLOWED IAIN ALL THAT WAY.
HE DIDN'T RESPECT HER. AND FOR THAT, SHE'D GIVE HIM HELL.
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Post by iainmurray on Jul 23, 2012 9:00:07 GMT -5
Iain leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, listening to Cissa talk before he had even opened his mouth. Lovely. He hated it when people talked for him. He had a mouth and mind of his own, thank you very much. His mind may be chaotic and direct at times, and his mouth Scottish and loud, but he did manage, actually. Hell, he was nearly of age!
As annoyed he had been and still was with the whole situation, he did feel a little calmer just being there. Then again, how strange did you have to be if the smell of healing potions and the quiet buzz of diagnostic spells calmed you down? He had been in the hospital wing a lot throughout his Hogwarts years and Iain guess he would still end up here regularly until he graduated. He was just a little accident-prone.
Poppy tutted at Iain slightly as Narcissa told her what he'd been up to and he rolled his eyes, trying to seem unimpressed, but he couldn't help but cock a slight smile. He had a soft spot for the matron, even if she was fussy. "Okay, so it was a bit chilly - but I am not from- from Hawaii or something," he countered, "for the record-" he thickened his Scottish brogue as he spoke "-this is my native climate."
Ignoring Narcissa after that (she had delivered him at the hospital wing, she could well sod off now), he turned to Madam Pomfrey. "All I need is a good, strong cup of coffee - possibly with a lot of sugar." He glanced at the clock and did some quick calculating. "I have to meet with Valerius for detention in about seven hours and I was going to do my homework in the morning, because I got side-tracked when Cailean needed an early night - I really did plan to just have a swim and then get tired enough to sleep, but that is not going to happen now, so I might as well stay up and have coffee and do my homework in the common room, yeah?" he rambled. It almost seemed like he was hoping that if he talked fast enough, Poppy wouldn't object to him not sleeping another night.
As any level-headed adult would, of course the matron shook her head. "I'm not getting you coffee, Iain. I don't think you should have caffeine just now." Iain pulled a face and he instantly decided he'd just get some from the kitchens, then. "Though a warm beverage is probably not a bad idea - I've got herbal tea in the pot." Poppy nodded at the elaborately painted teapot on her desk and Iain wrinkled his nose. Tea was not his beverage of choice. No escaping the matron, though, so he shrugged and nodded. "Fine."
"Would you like a cup too, dear," Madam Pomfrey asked Narcissa, "you look a little worked up."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2012 9:53:10 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] SHE WAS AMUSED BY THE NURSE'S WAY OF PUSHING AT IAIN. HE WAS OBVIOUSLY UNEASY ABOUT HER, AND FAR TOO RESPECTFUL TO TURN DOWN HER OFFER - OR MORE LIKE DIRECTION - OF HAVING TEA. CISSA WAS JUST ABOUT TO TURN TO LEAVE WHEN MADAME POMFREY ASKED HER IF SHE'D LIKE A CUP AS WELL. UNFORTUNATE AS IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN TO SPEND MORE TIME WITH IAIN MURRAY, NARCISSA HAD BEEN PRACTICALLY FREEZING HERSELF FROM BEING OUTSIDE IN THE LATE HOURS WITH THE HUFFLEPUFF BOY. AND SO, SHE TOOK A SEAT, SMILED, AND REPLIED, "CERTAINLY, THANK YOU."
BEING A PREFECT WASN'T ABOUT LIKING PEOPLE, IT WAS MORE ABOUT CONDUCTING ONES' SELF IN A PROPER MANNER. NARCISSA WASN'T EXACTLY THE TYPE TO HANG AROUND PROFESSORS, SPARE ONES THAT INTERESTED HER DARKLY, BUT DIDN'T MIND BEING RESPECTFUL AND COURTEOUS AS IT HAPPENED. SURE, IT WASN'T VERY 'SLYTHERIN' OF HER TO BE SUCH, BUT CISSY PROVED IT SUITED HER WELL AS A PREFECT TO ENSURE THAT PROFESSORS SAW HER HIGHLY. WHAT SHE DID IN HER SPARE TIME, IN THE SHADOWS AND AWAY FROM THEIR WATCH, WAS UP TO HER.
SHE TURNED AWAY FROM IAIN, SITTING ALMOST SIDEWAYS IN HER CHAIR. MADAME POMFREY HAD GONE TO GET THEIR TEA AT THAT POINT, AND SO NARCISSA ATTEMPTED TO IGNORE THE BLOKE BESIDE HER. SHE LOOKED IN HIS DIERCTION ONLY SLIGHTLY TO SAY, "DON'T WORRY - I WON'T BE STAYING LONG. THEN YOU CAN BE ALONE, AS YOU WISH." HER TONE LEAKED OF ANNOYANCE, BUT ALSO OF A SLIGHT SADNESS. THERE WAS JUST NO CONVINCING SOME PEOPLE THAT SHE WASN'T ALL THAT BAD - OH WELL. IAIN WOULD PROBABLY NEVER CONVINCE HER THE SAME, SO THEY'D JUST STAY ENEMIES FOREVER.
GREAT. NARCISSA TILTED HER CHIN DOWNWARD AND STARED AT THE GROUND AS SHE WAITED FOR THE NURSE TO JOIN THEM AGAIN, HOPING IT WAS SOON. SILENCE DIDN'T DO WELL TO CISSY WHEN SHE HAD OTHER THOUGHTS RINGING IN HER EARS.
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Post by iainmurray on Jul 24, 2012 5:19:21 GMT -5
Poppy had her own way of dealing with Iain - she'd had to for years now. Iain tended to be a stubborn patient, but he was hardly the worst she'd worked with. Her hospital wing, her rules - Iain may try to bend those rules and push the boundaries, but in the end she was the healer and he was the patient. It did help that Iain respected her, which was inevitable after the number of broken bones and bruises and torn ligaments they'd been through over the years. Mostly Madam Pomfrey got along with Iain so well because she didn't try to make him change, she just wanted to make him better. Sure, he could be hyper and a bit of a block-headed idiot at times, but that was just who he was. In her eyes, it was useless to try and counter it, because that just made Iain push back even harder or, worse, made him stop trying.
She flashed Narcissa a smile and poured two generous mugs of tea, handing one to each of the students. "I'm just going to check up on the students spending the night, sit down if you like." The last words were obviously directed at Iain, as Cissa was already in a chair.
There were two extra chairs at the desk and another few lined along the walls, but Iain just moved to lean against the matron's desk instead. It was a bit of a habit, as it was just high enough for him to comfortably lean against, half sitting and half standing. He curled his fingers around the warm mug, secretly glad at least for the warmth even if he didn't like tea all that much. He blew on the hot liquid and could smell Valerian in the steam that rose up - Poppy clearly wanted him to sleep, then. Well, he wasn't going to. One cup of tea wasn't going to change that.
He shrugged a little at Narcissa's words, avoiding to look at her. She was turned away from him anyway, so it wasn't like she wanted contact or anything. "It's fine," he muttered, though he wasn't quite sure what he meant by it or why he said it. Was it fine that she was here even though he didn't like her at all? Was it fine that she was leaving soon? Was it fine that he was going to be alone for the rest of the night? Or did he just want to confirm, again, that he was quite fine and that she could go without fear of him keeling over and her being to blame?
The tea was sweet and warm and Iain rubbed his knuckles into his eyes until he saw electric blue flashes of lightning on the dark inside of his eyelids, then ran his hand through his hair. Like Cissa, he was quiet, out of words and insults and small-talk for once. At least he wasn't shivering anymore and the colour was returning to his cheeks. Count your blessings.
In a snap-shot decision, Iain resolutely put down his still nearly-full mug of tea on the desk and stood up straight. "I should probably get going, too, anyway," he told the Slytherin girl with a shrug, seemingly doubting between saying goodbye and just walking off now that Madam Pomfrey wasn't here to stop him - and eventually going for the latter option, making a beeline for the door.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2012 21:29:20 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] NARCISSA SIPPED AT HER TEA, PLEASANTLY SURPRISED TO FIND ITS TASTE TO BE OF DESCENT QUALITY. SHE DIDN'T NORMALLY PREFER TEA TO OTHER DRINKS, BUT IT SEEMED THAT WHENEVER A PROFESSOR OFFERED ONE A DRINK OR A MEETING, IT ALWAYS INVOLVED TEA. CISSA OFTEN LINGERED ON WHY IT HAD TO BE TEA. REALLY, PUMPKIN JUICE WOULD HAVE BEEN MUCH MORE PLEASING. OR EVEN APPLE JUICE OR WATER WOULD HAVE SUFFICED. BUT, IT SEEMED THAT TEA WAS ALWAYS THE CHOICE OF BEVERAGE, AND SO SHE CAME ACCUSTOMED TO ITS ACQUIRED TASTE.
AS IAIN BEGAN TO SLIP FROM THE ROOM, SHE DECIDED TO FOLLOW - NOT HIM, BUT HIS DECISION. SITTING THERE AND BEING LEFT TO CONVERSE WITH THE NURSE ABOUT IAIN, OR ANYTHING FOR THAT MATTER, WASN'T SOMETHING SHE WAS COMFORTABLE WITH DOING. PLUS, SHE DIDN'T WANT TO. SHE'D DONE HER JOB AND MADE SURE HE GOT TO THE WING, THOUGH WHAT GOOD IT HAD DONE WAS NOT EVIDENT. SHE SIGHED AS SHE CAUGHT THE DOOR BEHIND HIM AS HE LEFT, WATCHING HIM UP THE STAIRS.
NARCISSA SHRUGGED AND TURNED THE OTHER WAY, HEADING TOWARD THE SLYTHERIN COMMON ROOMS. HOPEFULLY SHE'D FIND SOMEONE THERE TO TAKE HER MIND OFF OF IAIN MURRAY BEFORE BED. HAVING A NIGHTMARE ABOUT HIM WAS NOT SOMETHING SHE WAS COMFORTABLE WITH, EITHER.
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