Cody was ignoring the student and the stares that followed them as they continued to transport Noah toward the safety of Madam Pomfrey's care. His blood was boiling at the whole mess, the fact that a friend had been hexed, and by the prick that was supposed to be a shining example of student behavior. Head boy, right off that was fucked. The teen looked down at Noah again then shifted his green gaze up to Davy who was now speaking words of encouragement to their sickly companion.

"I'm sure Pomfrey will know what to do," he commented as they passed by knots of students headed, ostensibly, towards their commons as the festivities were still letting out. "She's sorted me out plenty. You hear that, Noah? Remember when I almost was killed by the willow? Or that time when I hexed myself in the mirror and ended up with puss-filled bubbles all over my face? Or that time when I turned my toes into blueberries? She always got me sorted; she's brilliant, at it."

He had to stifle a smile, even at a time like this. It seemed Davy was a little more accident prone than he would have assumed. Puss-filled bubbles, really? The thought had the Gryffindor wincing a little as they prepared for, yet another, flight of stairs. The trip sounded longer than it actually turned out to be considering the hustle that they put on, pair of concerned friends that they were.

"Careful around the door." Cody instructed as they rounded the bend. By the time they reached the infirmary, both teens were panting with the effort but it was half a second before Pomfrey took over rushing in as if on roller-skates and directing them to an available bed. Questions were spilling out of the healer like sickness was, again, pouring out of poor Noah. Again, Cody tried to evade and this time failed miserably. He didn't make a big show of it, just stepped a few feet back and looked down at himself with a sigh.





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