Jun 26, 2018 17:34:22 GMT
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Life was full of these little unforeseen circumstances, but Zacharias Smith wasn't expecting to end up at St Mungo's during the summer holidays.
He wasn't exactly an accident prone person. The worst that had ever happened to him was a Quidditch injury in fifth year, and even then he'd only spent a few hours in the hospital wing. One could say that Zach was a careful person, or more accurately - he didn't take risks where the outcome could be losing limbs or getting bitten by a poisonous plant. Fortunately Zach hadn't lost a limb, but he had been bitten on the shoulder by his Dad's 'greenhouse project' and his flesh had been oozing brownish green for the last four hours.
It had made him feel rather woozy, and he had slept a lot, but now he was awake and his parents had left. They hospital was going to keep Zach in overnight, just for surveillance, but he was more or less free of any deadly plant poisons.
The ward he was in was quiet now. It must have been nearing midnight, but occasionally you'd get the odd opening and closing of doors as the night healers moved around. He didn't feel like lying there for much longer and he was too awake to sleep, to he wrapped himself in his dressing gown and went for a walk around. Most places he couldn't go, but the tearooms on the top floor was actually open. He wondered if he was to go in there, the person serving would send him back to his bed. He'd avoided Healers all the way coming here, as they would certainly not want him out of bed.
He really liked the idea of getting a slice of cake though...
Well, it worked. The cafe server didn't seem to mind him being there, and got him a particularly large slice of chocolate cake and a bucket mug of tea. Happy now, he took it to a table and began munching away at it. Perhaps being in St Mungo's wasn't all that bad...
He wasn't exactly an accident prone person. The worst that had ever happened to him was a Quidditch injury in fifth year, and even then he'd only spent a few hours in the hospital wing. One could say that Zach was a careful person, or more accurately - he didn't take risks where the outcome could be losing limbs or getting bitten by a poisonous plant. Fortunately Zach hadn't lost a limb, but he had been bitten on the shoulder by his Dad's 'greenhouse project' and his flesh had been oozing brownish green for the last four hours.
It had made him feel rather woozy, and he had slept a lot, but now he was awake and his parents had left. They hospital was going to keep Zach in overnight, just for surveillance, but he was more or less free of any deadly plant poisons.
The ward he was in was quiet now. It must have been nearing midnight, but occasionally you'd get the odd opening and closing of doors as the night healers moved around. He didn't feel like lying there for much longer and he was too awake to sleep, to he wrapped himself in his dressing gown and went for a walk around. Most places he couldn't go, but the tearooms on the top floor was actually open. He wondered if he was to go in there, the person serving would send him back to his bed. He'd avoided Healers all the way coming here, as they would certainly not want him out of bed.
He really liked the idea of getting a slice of cake though...
Well, it worked. The cafe server didn't seem to mind him being there, and got him a particularly large slice of chocolate cake and a bucket mug of tea. Happy now, he took it to a table and began munching away at it. Perhaps being in St Mungo's wasn't all that bad...
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