The healers hadn't yet talked about post-recovery procedures, especially when he was still battling other, more serious issues.
"I'll have to talk about it with them," he said, his mind going to quidditch and how he'd have a hard time gripping his bat with a missing finger. Then he realized he wasn't sure whether or not quidditch would be an option to him after recovery, anyways; it was very possible that he would face fines or, at the very least, be fired for the life he'd taken. "They've been giving me these awful potions. I'm not sure what's in half of them, but I don't have it in me to argue right now." They were to help his lungs—something about enlarging them to ensure he could get the maximum amount of air. Or maybe he'd imagined that.
"I'll have to talk about it with them," he said, his mind going to quidditch and how he'd have a hard time gripping his bat with a missing finger. Then he realized he wasn't sure whether or not quidditch would be an option to him after recovery, anyways; it was very possible that he would face fines or, at the very least, be fired for the life he'd taken. "They've been giving me these awful potions. I'm not sure what's in half of them, but I don't have it in me to argue right now." They were to help his lungs—something about enlarging them to ensure he could get the maximum amount of air. Or maybe he'd imagined that.
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