January 30th, 1891 — The Hospital Wing
Elon hissed as the nurse spread some kind of cream on the burns on his hands and face. He'd been in shock when the potion exploded on him and it was only then that he noticed the sting to his body. She assured him that by the next morning none of the burns would be there and then instructed him to relax.
This would have been a lot easier if he had a book with him, Elon thought as he leaned back to his pillow. There was only one other student at the Hospital Wing and he was sleeping. Elon considered the idea of waking him up for gaining company, when a familiar face entered the room.
"Miss Dawson!" Elon exclaimed. He hadn't been able to spot her amongst the spectators of the Potions tournament. Had she watched him compete (and ultimately fail) then?
This would have been a lot easier if he had a book with him, Elon thought as he leaned back to his pillow. There was only one other student at the Hospital Wing and he was sleeping. Elon considered the idea of waking him up for gaining company, when a familiar face entered the room.
"Miss Dawson!" Elon exclaimed. He hadn't been able to spot her amongst the spectators of the Potions tournament. Had she watched him compete (and ultimately fail) then?
Alice Dawson
