Post by Rachael on Nov 19, 2011 6:16:17 GMT -8
Title: Why'd I Let You Talk Me Into This?! Part 7
Rating: G
Word Count: 299
Warnings: None
Summary: Scorpius...and Albus....
The Weasley brood, Lily, Scorpius and several professors ran out onto the Pitch, where Madam Patil was kneeling over Albus’ head, flourishing her wand delicately over the wound, murmuring a continuous stream of Latin spells. Scorpius told himself that he was there to offer Rose and Lily his support, but...deep down...that wasn’t the reason. Scorpius and Albus’ family members fell to their knees on Albus’ other side, surrounding him, but giving Madam Patil room enough to see and manoeuvre should she need to.
Lily clutched her older brother’s limp hand in both of hers, and Rose turned away from the bloody sight, burying her face in to Scorpius’ chest, even as the platinum blonde boy wrapped his arms tightly around her, cradling her close, while still keeping his eyes on Albus’ head, where the blood flow was slowing down to a trickle, before stopping altogether. “Is he going to be alright?” Scorpius asked, resting his head on top of Rose’s head, who peeked out, eyes round, over Scorpius’ arm.
“I don’t know,” Madam Patil responded. “The blood flow’s been stopped, but there’s no telling what damage might’ve been done internally until I get him back to the castle.” At the sound of this, Lily started crying, clinging to her brother even as Madam Patil levitated Albus on to a stretcher.
“I’ll notify Harry, Ginny and the others,” Professor Longbottom said, sprinting away towards the edge of the apparition wards, his muscles from gardening coming in handy. Madam Patil ran off towards Hogwarts, effortlessly guiding the stretcher along beside her, keeping his body steady. Merlin Damn you, Albus, a soft voice whispered in Scorpius’ head, you knew how dangerous Quidditch is! And...now...you...well...just...come back...okay...for Lily’s sake, and for Rose’s. If for nothing and no one else, get better for them...and quickly.
Rating: G
Word Count: 299
Warnings: None
Summary: Scorpius...and Albus....
The Weasley brood, Lily, Scorpius and several professors ran out onto the Pitch, where Madam Patil was kneeling over Albus’ head, flourishing her wand delicately over the wound, murmuring a continuous stream of Latin spells. Scorpius told himself that he was there to offer Rose and Lily his support, but...deep down...that wasn’t the reason. Scorpius and Albus’ family members fell to their knees on Albus’ other side, surrounding him, but giving Madam Patil room enough to see and manoeuvre should she need to.
Lily clutched her older brother’s limp hand in both of hers, and Rose turned away from the bloody sight, burying her face in to Scorpius’ chest, even as the platinum blonde boy wrapped his arms tightly around her, cradling her close, while still keeping his eyes on Albus’ head, where the blood flow was slowing down to a trickle, before stopping altogether. “Is he going to be alright?” Scorpius asked, resting his head on top of Rose’s head, who peeked out, eyes round, over Scorpius’ arm.
“I don’t know,” Madam Patil responded. “The blood flow’s been stopped, but there’s no telling what damage might’ve been done internally until I get him back to the castle.” At the sound of this, Lily started crying, clinging to her brother even as Madam Patil levitated Albus on to a stretcher.
“I’ll notify Harry, Ginny and the others,” Professor Longbottom said, sprinting away towards the edge of the apparition wards, his muscles from gardening coming in handy. Madam Patil ran off towards Hogwarts, effortlessly guiding the stretcher along beside her, keeping his body steady. Merlin Damn you, Albus, a soft voice whispered in Scorpius’ head, you knew how dangerous Quidditch is! And...now...you...well...just...come back...okay...for Lily’s sake, and for Rose’s. If for nothing and no one else, get better for them...and quickly.
