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Chapter Seventeen - Purple Monkey Boxers...

Indie awoke abruptly, looking around to realise she was in the hospital wing. It was early morning, as the light was fairly dim outside and it had already been dark when they arrived last night. She rolled over as the clock chimed three times, and sighed. She was so wide awake for it being so early in the morning. Remembering last night, she must have fallen asleep well before dinner. Perhaps that's why her stomach was rumbling...
It was that thought which accompanied her into another slumber, awaking hours later to sunshine and several faces gazing worriedly at her or those around her.
"Indie?" came Hermione's quiet voice, as she felt a light squeeze on her hand. It felt larger than Hermione's, and coarser, and Indie soon realised it was Harry's.
"She's awake," Harry murmured excitedly under his breath, sqeezing Indie's hand just a little bit harder.
Rubbing her eye gently with her free hand, she noticed she had quite an audience. Her siblings were there, minus Anton, Harry, Ron and Hermione also making an appearance.
"Yes, I'm awake," she murmured, "at a much nicer hour than last time..."
Yawning, she was met with several low laughs.
"How are you feeling?" Bella asked, sitting down in the chair beside Indie's bed.
Sighing, yet again, she shrugged, "Bit sore, I guess, but other than that fine."
"Really? We thought you'd be hungry too...but, bright side..." Harry leant over and lifted an empty plate up to show Indie, "Ron didn't let them go to waste."
Laughter accompanied a blushing Ron, as Indie shook her head.
"Ronald!" she cried, "I went to sleep without dinner! Of course I'm hungry, you pumpkin!"
Sitting up straighter to laughter, and feeling more awake now she'd cracked a few jokes, she searched the room for Madam Pomfrey.
"If you're looking for Madam Pomfrey, she's gone to lunch," Anton said, as he wandered into the room, "but me, being your caring and amazing brother, brought you a chicken and avacodo wrap, light on the mayo, heavy on the cheese and toasted."
Indie's eyes immediately lit up, as she reached her arms out like a child.
"Gimme gimme gimme!" cried the starving blonde, as she snatched her lunch from Anton's hand and began eating, a euphoric look taking over her face the minute she took a bite.
Anton smirked, "You're welcome!"
Her mouth full, she tried to speak, looking extremely lady-like in the process...not!
"'Ank 'oo An'on!"
Before anyone could laugh or make a sound, Madam Pomfrey came whizzing in, her face flustered.
"No, no, no, no, no, this cannot happen!" she cried, pushing herself between those standing around Indie, "There cannot be this many people here at once!"
Almost instantly, there was a new voice in the room, a quieter and gentler one.
"It's alright, Poppy," Professor Dumbledore said, making his entrance known as he stood at the foot of Indie's bed, "I do believe Indie is well enough to leave the Hospital Wing, and our company, for now. Until, of course, I wish to speak to her again, for which I will send word."
Indie sent a smile to Professor Dumbledore, as she began to pull her hair into a ponytail.
"Now, I think we should allow her to refresh herself, and I'm sure she will explain everything at dinner tonight," continued the headmaster, as he nod his head, and bade farewell. However, not before being pursued by Harry, whom was ignored.
"It's alright Harry, I'll work him out later," she said, before stopping, looking at everyone in turn, "alright guys, seriously, I'm not getting changed until you all leave..."
She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow...

"So if you wanted to see my purple monkey boxers, that's just too bad!"