“28th” February, 1890 — Hogsmeade Hospital
Tilda MacFusty
Tilda MacFusty
It had been Elias’ fault, he supposed, for heading out on an early morning fly before he’d bothered to unroll the paper and read the news. That had been the post-breakfast plan, but instead Elias had found himself apparating himself to the hospital post-haste.
He’d had time to read the paper back-to-front in the waiting room there, in fact. Even at this time of day the waiting room was overflowing with minor injuries, more so he’d ever found before... although, given the funny nature of time today, he supposed he wasn’t sure what time it was.
Lucky he’d managed to leap off from the broom when he had, else he’d perhaps have ended up smashed against a tree when time had fast-forwarded on him and even the quickest braking he could manage hadn’t been enough. The fall hadn’t been fun, and he suspected he’d fractured something in his hand - maybe given himself a concussion - but Elias had faced worse than that, and didn’t mind the bit of a wait in the hospital.
He had no doubt the mediwizards were overrun out on field calls, but when he was finally called to be looked at here, it was up on the Creature-Induced Injuries floor and by a proper healer. She was redheaded and vaguely familiar, but Elias hadn’t yet worked out exactly how.
“I have to warn you, this’ll be a waste of your talents,” he began apologetically, sure that he looked slightly dishevelled but not in grave danger, only sporting a few cuts, grazes, and cradling one hand in the other. “There weren’t even any creatures involved,” he added in wry explanation, trying to gesture back at himself with his hand and wincing when he remembered that it was the injured one. “Only this fool.”
He’d had time to read the paper back-to-front in the waiting room there, in fact. Even at this time of day the waiting room was overflowing with minor injuries, more so he’d ever found before... although, given the funny nature of time today, he supposed he wasn’t sure what time it was.
Lucky he’d managed to leap off from the broom when he had, else he’d perhaps have ended up smashed against a tree when time had fast-forwarded on him and even the quickest braking he could manage hadn’t been enough. The fall hadn’t been fun, and he suspected he’d fractured something in his hand - maybe given himself a concussion - but Elias had faced worse than that, and didn’t mind the bit of a wait in the hospital.
He had no doubt the mediwizards were overrun out on field calls, but when he was finally called to be looked at here, it was up on the Creature-Induced Injuries floor and by a proper healer. She was redheaded and vaguely familiar, but Elias hadn’t yet worked out exactly how.
“I have to warn you, this’ll be a waste of your talents,” he began apologetically, sure that he looked slightly dishevelled but not in grave danger, only sporting a few cuts, grazes, and cradling one hand in the other. “There weren’t even any creatures involved,” he added in wry explanation, trying to gesture back at himself with his hand and wincing when he remembered that it was the injured one. “Only this fool.”
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