Hogwarts Hospital Wing

Hogwarts Hospital Wing
first floor of hogwarts

The Hospital Wing sits on the first floor and is complete with large bay windows on both sides of the wing. Light curtains can be used to prevent the light from shining in, but these are rarely used and the sunshine often rains down on the rows of infirmary beds lining the walls. Almost any injury can be treated by the Head Healer here at Hogwarts, but some pressing injuries might require a transfer to St. Mungo's.

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

Maya is a wreck and she looks it too, but at least she isn't leaving Chrys just like stupid Izick did three hours ago. He needed to 'get some rest'. Ha! How can he *rest* when Chrys is in the hospital wing? Maya surely can't, but that might also be because she wasn't able to block the bludger in time, so it's her fault that she's in this mess in the first place. She was on the warpath after Chrys got hit by the Ravenclaw beater, taking out two chasers and their keeper. All three have recovered and are shooting her dirty looks from across the Hospital Wing, but she does not care. Her hair is uncharacteristically a mess and she does not have any makeup on because she's been here since the game ended earlier that morning – there was no *time* to fix herself up. Chrys is far more important, definitely. Her phone sits on Chrys' bedside table, and for once in Maya's life, it is totally ignored.

Chrysanthemum von Mirbach

gryffindor, sixth year
ateleia

A nasty bludger to the hip and here she was: in the hospital wing, asleep underneath some potion anesthetic. Her whole world shattered during the impact, whipping her broom out of its previous path towards the keeper's hoops and forcing her to drop the quaffle. A sport similar to quidditch would only be possible in a world with magic and she knows that more now than ever. Imagine enduring the pain of injuring his hip of all places, not being able to pull herself from her own broom and wincing as she tried to steer it down towards the ground again, without the reassurance that magic would help her in an instant. God, it terrified her for a split second before she remembered. Chrys starts to feel the potion wear off and her fingers start to stir, feeling the rough sheets beneath her before she can open her eyes to try to see everything. A groan falls from her lips, whiny and upset. Something feels weird about her hip; it's so abnormally perfect and straight that it's almost uncomfortable. It feels underdeveloped as if it will strengthen over the coming hours, which it will. Her immediate thought is to whine for her mother, but her lips feel incapable of movement and by the time they have caught up to her brain, she remembers that her mother is probably not at Hogwarts. "Ouch," she lets out as she tries to push herself up, eyes splitting open and absorbing the dim light in the wing. At first, she isn't facing her friend and she starts to dread that she is alone, reading on her face how terrified she is before her head whips to the other side and she sees her. "Mayaaaa," she whispers quietly.

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

Maya is beginning to succumb to her exhaustion when she hears Chrys say her voice and immediately, she is filled with a rush of energy, snapping her head up to look at her friend. "Chrys!" she exclaims, and immediately she is shushed by some healers dealing with students who are very much asleep. She does not look very sorry and is tempted to flip them off, but does not want to be removed from the Hospital Wing. She already has detention from trying to pick a fight with the Ravenclaw beater who sent the bludger Chrys' way, and then with *Az*, for not getting to Chrys in time to block it. "How are you feeling?" she asks, trying to quiet down once she realizes Chrys might not be very appreciative of the noise either.

Chrysanthemum von Mirbach

gryffindor, sixth year
ateleia

"Heavy," she complains, feeling a small headache coming on as her senses start to go into overdrive. If she could go to sleep again, she would, so then she could sleep better. Having poor sleep tends to bother her more than it should. Speaking of, she grumbles again and tries to lift an arm so she can flip over her hand and extend it towards her friend. "So heavy," she repeats, falling against her bed again with a small *mmf* and staring at the ceiling. "I am being dragged to *Enfer* by my head." Hell does not feel that far away from where she is, and she truly does feel as if she could fall through all of the Earth's layers into the depths of Hell at any minute- starting by her head. Chrys closes her eyes again, wiggling her fingers incessantly to try to motion for Maya to hold her hand. "So tired, but...pleased to see *mon petit chou*." Chrys' lips turn up and she kisses the air before smiling to herself, thoroughly pleased.

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

"I am very glad to see you too,." she says, grinning widely. Maya could almost cry from relief. She takes Chrys' hand immediately and inches closer to her, then kisses her forehead lightly. She must be gentle – she can't hurt Chrys and put her in any more pain than she already is. "I fought for your honor today, my cabbage" she coos, recalling their conversation over text when the kissing bug was at its full force, attacking nearly everyone in Gryffindor tower. "The Ravenclaw beater who hit you has antlers that won't go away for two whole days." Chrys would probably not appreciate that very much and she is already bracing herself for the disapproving tone. It was worth it, though. The antlers do not even hurt! It's nothing. "I tried to give them to Az too, but his girlfriend held me back." Maya and Billie have been friends for a while now, but she was so blinded by rage earlier that the incident has made her an enemy. She will likely get over it soon. Maya is just melodramatic (and in love, not that she will tell that to anyone).

Chrysanthemum von Mirbach

gryffindor, sixth year
ateleia

Her smile turns smug the moment Maya's hand captures hers, but she turns hot the moment she's kissed and her expression becomes more delirious again. "My *chevalier dans une armure brillante*," she whispers, furrowing her brows as she peers up at her friend again. Her hand squeezes hers while she tries to flex that arm. Chrys is too tired to raise it to properly flex and she doesn't seem to comprehend that she hasn't done that. "I hail you in your victories to preserve my honor," she continues, still whispering as her expression turns serious. "And wish you plenty of *chance* on your future ventures. Do me *bon*, *mon chou chou*, for who knows what will happen to me." Channeling her inner elder wizard, her hand trembles as it tries to raise the other girl's to her face to kiss it. When she's done, their hands fall on her stomach and she dramatically pretends to faint as if she has just given Maya a secret mission and her own life is complete.

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

Maya decides then and there that perhaps it is time for her to look into learning French. If Maya gets her way, which she always does, Chrys will be in her life *forever* and she does not want someone so dear to her to have to translate all her thoughts at all times. She does not comment on what she said or ask her what it means in English – there's no need to make her think any harder than she already is now. Chrys' brain surely gets more than enough exercise on a regular basis. She is *so* intelligent. And kind, and pretty, and athletic... Maya sighs fondly. "Nothing will happen to you." she promises, clasping their hands together. "I will never let anyone hurt you ever again." she declares, melodramatically. Feeling a bit flustered, Maya decides to calm herself by snapping back into reality. "Do you want me to call Isaac?" she asks, "He told me to tell him when you woke up because he couldn't stay." There is obvious disdain in her voice. "Isaac." she repeats, quietly to herself, shaking her head. What an ugly name.

Chrysanthemum von Mirbach

gryffindor, sixth year
ateleia

Chrys crumbles and her chest tightens when Maya completely engulfs one of her hands in both of hers. It reminds her of sweetness and home and she never wants her to let go. She squeezes as if to signal this. "What?" She is removed from this fantasy fairly quick. "Isaac..." she whines, squinting up at her friend as she contemplates what to say. "Can he see me ugly?" Her words stumble and she frowns, seemingly stressed. Chrys should not appear unfit in front of Isaac, right? He won't love her then because he will know that she is not as attractive as she portrays herself to be during her good times. When you are dating someone, they should see your good at all times, right? It's not natural to feel comfortable being at your worst around someone you want to have love you. At least when they're boys...though she isn't sure she cares about their opinions at all. Isaac is special though! "What if he finds me ugly?" Chrys is beautiful and usually she knows it. Still, she starts to tear up. "He wanted to? He cares..."

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

Maya instantly feels anger flare up in her, but she bites her tongue to keep from saying anything too mean. She is still a bit fighty, nonetheless. "You are *never* ugly." she says, very seriously. "If Isaac ever makes you feel anything less than beautiful, then dump him." She is too tired to care about being aggressive. Chrys is so gorgeous. She should not be with someone with whom she has to worry about her appearance. "You are the most stunning girl in the world." The words fall from her lips before Maya can catch herself, and she glances towards her phone to see if there are any messages from Nadja out of guilt. "And if Isaac *really* cared, he would *be* here, wouldn't he?" Maya mumbles this last bit, barely audible. She is bitter, yes. *Maya* is the one who stayed. *Maya* is the one who waited here until Chrys woke up. She has no right to be so offended, but she is. There is a part of her that knew she would hate whatever boy that managed to steal Chrys away from her, but Isaac is just so painfully average that it is very easy to hate him in particular.

Chrysanthemum von Mirbach

gryffindor, sixth year
ateleia

It tickles her to think that she is *the most stunning girl* to Maya, but she tries to ignore how that feeling stirs in her chest. Her eyes fall and she tries to shift, but winces in discomfort and settles into her spot again. She does not appreciate being lectured, which is what this seems to be. She is too stupid to notice that it is something else. "I know he finds me beautiful," she mumbles. Chrys is quiet because she is not sure. Only part of her believes it because she does not feel fluttery and secure around him. He can tell her she is beautiful, but sometimes it is not convincing. She does care about him though and that is what matters, right? She doesn't know. She isn't sure. She nibbles on the nub on the corner of her lips for a moment, staring at her legs. When she decides she cannot handle the silence, she glances up and smiles. "I am what, *mon petit chou*?"

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

"I *said* you are the most *stunning* girl in the world." She giggles in an effort to let herself relax over the whole Isaac thing. She does not control Chrys' boyfriend, so she should not get so worked up over what he does or does not do. Maya leans forward on the mattress, propping her head up with her hands as she lets her elbows rest near Chrys' side. This angle gives her a better view of Chrys' face and Maya honestly feels like she could stare at the other girl for hours without ever getting tired. Truly, the most stunning girl in the world. Her heart softens a bit, and Maya frowns. "I'm sorry I was not able to block the bludger in time." Maya was on the other end of the pitch and still, she feels guilty not having been able to zoom over quick enough.

Chrysanthemum von Mirbach

gryffindor, sixth year
ateleia

The moment her hand is no longer being held, she gets antsy and she raises it up passive aggressively to show she wants it to be held again. Her eyebrows even furrow and her round lips pout. "*You* are the most stunning girl to me," she teases, still pouting though she is obviously struggling to maintain it as she tries to hide a smile. Seeing her friend's face lightens her mood, let alone hearing her voice and her stupid American accent and the way she words her sentences. When she frowns, her pout becomes more serious and she waves her hand a little bit more to signal again that she wants it to be held. "What were you to do? You cannot be my *chevalier* at every moment." She tries to shrug, but her shoulders feel a little bit numb. It drains enough energy to lift her head up off of the pillow let alone to shrug.

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

Still, Maya frowns. It lets up for a bit once Chrys starts waving her hand around and immediately Maya takes it, pressing a soft kiss to the other girl's knuckles before continuing to talk. "What kind of *chevalier* – " Her American accent butchers the word, but she tries nonetheless. " – am I if I cannot keep my beloved safe?" she asks, making it a point to sound melodramatic to hide the fact that she fully means every word she says. "You are not allowed to get hurt anymore." Maya huffs, mumbling into their hands. "I was – I was *so* worried."

Chrysanthemum von Mirbach

gryffindor, sixth year
ateleia

A laugh falls from her lips, causing a small huff as she stares at her and considers her response. In that time, it occurs to her that her friend is probably being serious- more serious than she lets on. It hadn't occurred to her since getting up that Maya was at fault or that she could blame herself for this. "I do not *plan* on getting hurt, but sometimes it is not able to be prevented." Chrys cringes at her phrasing, getting more flustered as she tries to sort out how she is supposed to be approaching this. It is true that she won't be able to necessarily prevent herself from going through harm in the future, but she knows that isn't what's really being said. She can be stupid, but she is perceptive enough to know better. "I am sorry I worried you... I am fine," she tries to reassure her, giving her hand a weak squeeze. "And safe."

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

Maya relaxes when Chrys squeezes her hand and she lets out a sigh of relief. She's right. What matters is that she is fine and that she is safe. Maya is quiet for a couple of seconds, trying to rationalize with herself that Chrys does not need her protecting - she is more than capable of playing Quidditch and recovering from whatever injuries she might get because of it. It's fine. "Don't be sorry you worried me. It isn't *your* fault." she says, finally. At those last few words, Maya sends a death glare to the Ravenclaw beater a couple beds down. She glances at her phone and knows that she should probably be calling Isaac right now, but then she turns back at her friend and is grateful for the time alone. He can wait. "When you get out of here, I promise, let's have a sleepover again. Just like before."

Chrysanthemum von Mirbach

gryffindor, sixth year
ateleia

Chrys pouts again, partially from excitement and partially from dread. She knows better than to believe it would be anything close to what it was before. Stupid Nadja exists. "Can we? I miss before," she manages, seeming genuinely distraught over the whole ordeal. She is. Her frown worsens and she almost starts to tear up at the thought. "We are allowed to share the bed?" It doesn't occur to her that her boyfriend might mind because him disagreeing would make him sort of difficult. She tries not to mind his more difficult qualities. Her tone turns a bit sour and her brows furrow again. "Your *girlfriend* will not mind us?"

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

Maya feels guilty the moment Chrys mentions Nadja. There is a part of her that thinks perhaps she should talk to Nadja soon about all this, but Maya has never been the best at emotional confrontations. She'll think about it more later, when she is not so caught up in the idea of sleeping next to Chrys. The very memory of it sends butterflies fluttering about in her stomach, and it does little to give way for rational thought. It's unfair to Nadja, yes, and Maya would be disappointed knowing that the person she is dating is engaging in such behavior with someone else that they have *feelings* for. "Of course we'll share the bed." Maya reassures her. She cannot imagine having a sleepover with Chrys where they are anywhere aside from beside one another. She chooses not to answer the question about Nadja. Hopefully Chrys does not notice. "Remember when we slept in the common room? It'll be like that." she reminds her, "Maybe God will speak to you again." she teases, having finally translated that final text from the other week.

Chrysanthemum von Mirbach

gryffindor, sixth year
ateleia

Her face falls and her blood runs cold despite a growing heat building up near her face. Her ears are tinged a rosy color and it's running into her face. "I do not know if God speaks to me again- what will I do, but do not tease," she says, pulling her hand from the other girl's and swatting it gently. Chrys is not very religious and only love has seemed to move her to such lengths. She is not very connected to God, yet he said something to her that faithful night and she has not forgotten it though she wishes she could. "It is mean," she adds stubbornly, turning down to stare at her legs again with a deep frown. It lets her remember how it felt to have the other girl laying on top of her, snuggled into her. Chrys still smells her perfume, or lotion- whatever it was. She breathes in sharply as if she has suddenly forgotten how and is disappointed when she gets a whiff of hospital wing air. "You are good at spooning." Serenity is between Maya's arms, and she wishes she had the strength to tell her that. Her heart aches and she slips her hand into her friend's again. "I have missed it." She has missed Maya. She's said it before, so why not now?

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

Maya flushes red once Chrys says she is good at spooning, her mind instantly filled with memories of how nice Chrys' hair smells or how warm it is being able to cuddle up next to her friend. She huffs when Chrys pulls her hand away and immediately makes a point to take it back and hold on tighter, sticking out her tongue to make a face before continuing. She interlocks their fingers again, laughing softly at the way Chrys gets all flustered. "I'm sorry for being *mean*." she apologizes, though it is obvious that Maya is still very, very much amused. "Do you remember what God told you, my cabbage? I'm curious." She grins.

Chrysanthemum von Mirbach

gryffindor, sixth year
ateleia

Heat radiates from her hand, melting the rest of her as it spreads to her core. Chrys huffs, blowing some hair out of her face as she stares up at her friend again. Her amusement embarrasses her and her fingers wiggle in their embrace before she squeezes gently. Her free hand starts tracing the hem of the hospital bedsheet and she sighs. "He told me- I must love you very much, and I do, *mon petit chou*," she tells her, truly focusing in on her English. Her accent thickens, and she has to pause before she admits that she does even though she has told her time and time again. Chrys smiles sheepishly, feeling her hand get hotter and she starts to stress that she will sweat too much and gross her out. "Letting go was *terrible*," and she never wants to let go again. Her heart craves it and Chrys fears that her own hesitancy will mean there will be a time where she holds her for the last time. In the dramatic fashion of a teenager, she believes she would die.

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

Maya's heart skips a beat when Chrys tells her she loves her, as it always does. No other person can evoke such a response from her, and Maya realizes then and there that she is being unfair to Nadja. They should probably talk soon. Perhaps Maya will buy her a parting gift of sorts first. She chides herself internally for thinking that her feelings for anybody could ever come close to what she is feeling for Chrys, and almost laughs at herself for having even tried. Maya never claimed she was smart. "Then I promise I won't ever let go." she declares, rather dramatically. "I'll stay right here. Even after you fall asleep." Nothing will be able to take her away. Maya is certain of that. "I promise. I won't let go." She lets out a breath, feeling relaxed. Breaking up with Nadja will be stressful, yes, but she feels extremely at peace with the decision. It is the correct thing to do. "I love you very much, too. Please rest."

Chrysanthemum von Mirbach

gryffindor, sixth year
ateleia

A part of her was nervous she would be rejected and the moment she isn't, it occurs to her she is also being unfair. Her fingers shift around between her friend's and she sighs, feeling a weight lift off of her shoulders. "Please do," she answers softly, lifting their hands towards her face so she can press Maya's hand against her face. Chrys sighs and lets herself rest, not trying to fight the delirium for much longer. Her heart must still ache, but she feels comfort in knowing she is still loved. Maya never pulled her hand from hers; she did not stare down at her in disgust. Whatever state she is in now has convinced her that was it, but it isn't. There is much left unsaid, and she will have to go through it all soon enough. Having gone this far, it would be ridiculous to leave it there, but she has to, doesn't she? Chrys of tomorrow will have to sort it out. "Stay, please," she whispers softly against the other Gryffindor's hand. "Unless you must sleep, then do that..." Her words drift. She's stopped fighting a lot of things. She will stress about this tomorrow. Chrys of tomorrow will. "I love you." *I would choose you out of a whole field, mon chou.*