A second time

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"I'll be right with you" Patrick called as he shuffled out from behind his desk and waving his wand sent the files he had been working on back into their cabinet.
He straightened his hospital robes and walked out of the office. Smiling as he saw a familiar face.
 
Vydráel hung his head low and held up his right arm. "I broke the wrist again and i think I've done in a few knuckles too." He told the nurse. "I didn't realise my arm was numb until alot later."
 
"Uncle P" Andromeda smiled as she came in the door after Drae, "Drae came down heavy on his wrist. Will you be able to help him again?"

She wandered over making herself quite at home and sat down on one of the stools by the large table. She patted the other stool beside her smiling at Drae.
 
Patrick saw his niece come in as well and was grateful she was only escorting Mr. Wyvernblood to the hospital wing. He smiled at the young boy as he sat down on the stool that Ace had patted for him.
"Right what happened this time?" Patrick pulled up his own stool infront of Vydrael and lifted his wrist gently. With his free hand he took out his wand and removed the magical splint from his hand so he could see it better.

He sighed and looked the boy directly in the face then he gave Ace a slight smile.
"I'm waiting!"
 
Andy looked at Drae and then back at her uncle.
"He fell in the library, my big feet... he tripped over them because I was sitting on the ground down one of the aisles and he didn't see me until it was too late" she blabbered on and on, "his nose was stuck in a book too. First years we are so studious really".
Here Andy gave him a ridiculous smile and continued,"so yeah, he just like fell over and crunch you could hear the thing snap again. I felt guilty so I came up with him".
 
(*grins like an idiot* my bad)

"Didn't feel anything. One moment it was good and the next it was broken worse then before." he muttered to the ground. "I must have punched the ground. Sorry." He felt slightly uncomfortable telling him what really happened. He'll think I'm weak.

He heard Andy say something over him, "What she said."
 
Patrick knew there was no way his niece was telling the truth, she was possibly the worst liar on the planet. Her incessant babbling was always proof that only part of that story might have been true.
"So you fell?" he said to Vydrael, Patrick summoned the bottle of skele-gro from the cabinet.
"Right bed this time!" he told him, "I can't be fixing this every few days. So I'm going to give you a stronger dose which will knit all the bones in your hand back together really fast. The pain of this will be difficult to bare, but at least your hand won't need a splint but you will have to stay here for about an hour. Is that ok with you?"
 
Vydráel shrugged, "Fell over, punched the ground. Whichever i suppose." He liked the idea of feeling pain again, it would be an improvement to numb limbs.
"Patch me up Mister, I'm free all day." He gave Andy a wink and almost a grin before jumping on the nearest bed.
 
Patrick smiled and nodded his own head.
"She's like the furniture here aren't you Ace?" he said as walked over to the bed with the skele-gro.
"Accio- vial" he called holding his other hand out to catch the empty vial as it came to him.
Patrick filled it to the top and passed it to Drae.

"Yeah I know the taste is bad just get it down you and relax" he told him. Patrick turned to his niece, "Ace let me know if he needs me ok. I'll be in my office".
With that Patrick put the bottle back into the cabinet and went to his office to begin his own research on werewolves.
 
"Really?" he asked slightly surprised. "Isn't it slow in here though?" He thought about it for awhile, nodding at him while he left and looking at Andy with a grin on his face.
"Actually this stuff doesn't taste bad at all." he told her, taking it back like the last bit of milo in a cup
 
"Well it's slow today but some days I have to go straight to his quarters or office because it's a bit mental in here" she told him, "I had to have some for when Brian broke my nose. Tasted awful, you mustn't have a single taste bud if you think it's alright".
 
Vydráel nodded his head with a lopsided grin. "Fair enough then, I don't have any family here.. that i know of." Though since he now knew he had an auntie and a cousin, he was never sure.
"You think this stuff tasted awful? I don't mind it at all, the stuff my mother made! that stuff was awful!" He shuddered at the thought of the home made medicines his mother would give him. Now that he thought of it, they did seem a little Different
 
"How bad?" she giggled, pushing his legs over so she could stretch out beside him.
She looked at him with a mischeivous grin, "It's your wrist that's broken not the rest of you, don't see why you needed a bed!"
 
"Neither do i!?" he replied with a snort, placing his lags on her lap as she settled herself. "Then again, i don't feel safe moving my hand." He laughed as he felt something moving inside his wrist.
"Wow that feels damn uncomfortable." he said with a slight frown on his face. "Doesn't taste bad but what happens after would put me off." The thought of the medicines his mother had forced down his throat was slightly annoying to him but he didn't worry about it.
"Oh i don't know, imagine eating something you hate, multiply that by a few and then add salt... lots of salt." he replied to the other question with a snort. "It wasn't really the taste i hated, it was the after taste but they did work so i guess it's not too bad." he added in forethought
 
Andy contorted her face in a grimace.
"Did she have a mad fondness for salt or something?" she smiled then nodded her head at his reaction to the potion, "Hmm it feels like miniature people are in there working away at getting your bones back together doesnt it?"

She laughed a little then, "Sorry even that was a bit mad for me!"
 
"My mother didn't trust muggle medicine and always said the aftertaste of salt generally implied her medicine was working, that or its a slow poison designed to kill me." he told her sarcastically.
"I'm definitely learning a more advanced protection spell. Protego just isn't enough." he muttered after remembering how weak a protection the spell could be.
"Miniature people? Well i suppose you could say that, really it feels like stuff is growing at a very fast rate which i suppose it IS."
 
Andy listened as he talked about his mothers attempts to cure him magically and she shuddered but smiled as he said 'she was trying to kill him'. Andy was slowly getting used to Drae's sarcasm and dry sense of humour.

"I don't think it's necessarily a great protection spell yet!" she told him, "ok it's a shield spell but think about it, we're only starting out and our magic is weak. I bet if Professor King were to do that spell or even my uncle it would be really powerful. They're older and more experienced and their magic would be stronger too. It's not always about practise practise practise you know. Time has a lot to do with things, as well as age and wisdom." she smiled patting his legs, she looked down at his shoes and smiled as she looked back at him.

"It's a good job those are clean you know" Andy bit her lip, she had to ask she looked up to her uncles office and knew unless she called to him he wouldn't come out.
"Are you going to tell me what happened... back there in the library?"
 
Vydráel choked back at the question, stuttering continuously for a few seconds before getting a hold of himself. "You don't want to know.. You really do not want to know." He replied vehemently.
"I'd prefer my mum's potions any day over... THAT." He shook his head with the emphasis, "There are some things best left alone, I would rather it were left alone."
He couldn't tell her. It was bad enough to witness the death of someone who looked very like her before killing himself too. It was worse when he woke up in the dorm sweating heavily even with the entire room freezing cold. He hated it!

"Yes my shoes are clean. I clean them everyday." he added cheerfully.
 
Andy didn't want to push it she could see it upset him. She smiled instead and looked at him.
"Well if you ever feel up to talking to someone about it, I'm always here. Always" she told him lifting one shoe and pretending to check it.
"They'll do I suppose", she smirked, Andy had her own horrible secret and though she had shared it with her two bestfriends that telling hadn't made if feel any better. So perhaps Drae had a good point of not wanting to share with her.
 
"I do want to talk about it... but even muggles find it hard to accept and believe." He muttered. "How can i expect you to believe what i see." he almost added in sob.
"You can have my feet if you really like." he added, trying to forget his worries. "Though i doubt they would fit."
 
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