Order Only: Frank and Alice
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alt_poppyYou'll no doubt see in your books that there's been a bit of bother between your son and another of the Gryffindors, Mr Thomas. A flying collision.
The boy is fine. Or will be very soon. He scraped himself up, blacked his right eye, and broke his nose. But, really, the most difficult thing will be the job the elves will have, taking the stains out of his robes, so you needn't be overly concerned.
There is, however, something I think you ought to know, and I'm going to have to bend a promise I've made the boy in order to tell it you.
As I was seeing to him, I asked him about the testing. Said I'd seen the article in The Prophet, which he huffed at a bit. I think it's cost him some trouble. And I asked what today's business had been and what was on for tomorrow. Learned about the flying exercises they were doing when he fell and learned that they're to do some obstacle course tomorrow that's rumoured to include a boggart.
We talked the whole while I patched him up, but when I told him I thought he could leave and still catch whatever wrapping up they planned for this afternoon, he looked at me, stunned. I think he expected it to take longer. Much. He went suddenly very pale and couldn't seem to find the words he wanted, and when he did, it was to ask if I meant it when I've said that a person could tell me anything in confidence without fearing that I would reveal what he'd said. (You see the difficulty in my repeating this to you, but I feel it was not you he meant to keep it from.)
When I assured him that I would, indeed, keep any private matters private, he asked if I couldn't keep him overnight and into tomorrow--and couldn't I perhaps say that his injuries were a bit more serious than they are.
'But then you'll miss the obstacle test,' I said. 'With the boggart.' He nodded and gave me one of those special adolescent looks. Very glum. I told him that I understood how difficult it can be to face what one most fears, but he interrupted me.
'Oh, no,' he said, calm as you please. 'I'm not saying I can't face a boggart, I'm saying I mustn't. Do you understand there's a difference?'
Do I understand? Well.
Put that way, I could, indeed, see certain difficulties he might anticipate, so I told him there was always a chance that he might have a concussion. I did a quick further check of his vision and reflexes and told him he should take a bed down at the quiet end of the ward. He's there now, resting and looking exceedingly relieved for someone who has received bad news from the Matron about his injury.
The boy is fine. Or will be very soon. He scraped himself up, blacked his right eye, and broke his nose. But, really, the most difficult thing will be the job the elves will have, taking the stains out of his robes, so you needn't be overly concerned.
There is, however, something I think you ought to know, and I'm going to have to bend a promise I've made the boy in order to tell it you.
As I was seeing to him, I asked him about the testing. Said I'd seen the article in The Prophet, which he huffed at a bit. I think it's cost him some trouble. And I asked what today's business had been and what was on for tomorrow. Learned about the flying exercises they were doing when he fell and learned that they're to do some obstacle course tomorrow that's rumoured to include a boggart.
We talked the whole while I patched him up, but when I told him I thought he could leave and still catch whatever wrapping up they planned for this afternoon, he looked at me, stunned. I think he expected it to take longer. Much. He went suddenly very pale and couldn't seem to find the words he wanted, and when he did, it was to ask if I meant it when I've said that a person could tell me anything in confidence without fearing that I would reveal what he'd said. (You see the difficulty in my repeating this to you, but I feel it was not you he meant to keep it from.)
When I assured him that I would, indeed, keep any private matters private, he asked if I couldn't keep him overnight and into tomorrow--and couldn't I perhaps say that his injuries were a bit more serious than they are.
'But then you'll miss the obstacle test,' I said. 'With the boggart.' He nodded and gave me one of those special adolescent looks. Very glum. I told him that I understood how difficult it can be to face what one most fears, but he interrupted me.
'Oh, no,' he said, calm as you please. 'I'm not saying I can't face a boggart, I'm saying I mustn't. Do you understand there's a difference?'
Do I understand? Well.
Put that way, I could, indeed, see certain difficulties he might anticipate, so I told him there was always a chance that he might have a concussion. I did a quick further check of his vision and reflexes and told him he should take a bed down at the quiet end of the ward. He's there now, resting and looking exceedingly relieved for someone who has received bad news from the Matron about his injury.
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Date: 2011-06-16 01:00 am (UTC)and thank you.