- Messages
- 910
- OOC First Name
- Anna
- Blood Status
- Unknown
- Relationship Status
- Engaged
- Sexual Orientation
- Homosexual
- Wand
- Straight 12 Inch Flexible Ash Wand with Phoenix Tail Feather Core
- Age
- 35
Until today, Archie had yet to step foot in the hospital wing since being pulled down the stairs with Ailsa during his first year. Even though his friend had retold him the story of their hospital wing post-stairs fiasco countless times, the memory of that day still remained spotty, blurred in his mind despite the effort he had made to remember it in full. Some days he remembered his Gryffindor friend carrying his weight on her shoulders and letting him fall on the hospital bed while he was in the midst of a concussion, and other days the memory was as faded as memories from when he was a toddler that he had never been able to recall. Though he still had yet to remember how the nurse healed them or what sort of potion she gave him that healed his concussion and returned him back to his energetic self by the following morning. Today however, the parts he did remember about that incident were fresh as day, lingering in the front of his mind like he had fallen down the stairs with Ailsa a few short hours ago. But no, this was a different day in a different year where the circumstances of his visit were also entirely different.
He twiddled his thumbs in an attempt to ignore his running nose and sniffled as he waited for someone to arrive and hopefully give him a potion to fix the cold he had developed, or in the very least shed some insight on how he could handle the sickness better. For the last two days Archie had been plagued with a lack of energy, and had found it difficult to stay awake during the day which was a feat he rarely had to face. This morning when he awoke to a running nose and a scratch in his throat he knew the tiredness had to be the early symptoms of the cold that had now hit him in full force. All he wanted to do was curl up in his bed and sleep for the rest of the day, which was something he knew his mother would tell him to do if he were home, but he couldn't. He had a responsibility to be at Orwell's side for every minute of every day and it killed him that he had to leave his best friend alone for an hour or two, but visiting the hospital wing to talk to a nurse and rid his body of this cold was necessary if he wanted to save Orwell and his other friends the trouble of catching it. He sniffled once more and glanced around his shoulder in search of a nurse or in the very least a member of staff that could point him in the direction of a nurse but it was to no avail when all he saw was an empty room filled with empty beds.
He twiddled his thumbs in an attempt to ignore his running nose and sniffled as he waited for someone to arrive and hopefully give him a potion to fix the cold he had developed, or in the very least shed some insight on how he could handle the sickness better. For the last two days Archie had been plagued with a lack of energy, and had found it difficult to stay awake during the day which was a feat he rarely had to face. This morning when he awoke to a running nose and a scratch in his throat he knew the tiredness had to be the early symptoms of the cold that had now hit him in full force. All he wanted to do was curl up in his bed and sleep for the rest of the day, which was something he knew his mother would tell him to do if he were home, but he couldn't. He had a responsibility to be at Orwell's side for every minute of every day and it killed him that he had to leave his best friend alone for an hour or two, but visiting the hospital wing to talk to a nurse and rid his body of this cold was necessary if he wanted to save Orwell and his other friends the trouble of catching it. He sniffled once more and glanced around his shoulder in search of a nurse or in the very least a member of staff that could point him in the direction of a nurse but it was to no avail when all he saw was an empty room filled with empty beds.