A Poop * k8 *
What in the...? There was entirely too much happening. He glared at the ministry woman. "I am getting my children to the hospital wing ASAP---if you want your goo, I'll send some over. But I am not letting this child stand with that gunk on him any longer--you have ZERO idea what it could be!" He snipped, harshly, at her. He took a vial from his pocket, where he kept quite a few of them for Herbology reasons, scooped some off of Carlton, and handed the Mysteries woman her goo.
And then, he cleaned Carlton up. Ridiculousness. Ministry people were ridiculous.
HENRY!
OH SWEET MERLIN!
Paul rushed forward once more, a towel in hand, pulling Henry in for a hug. "You're safe! You're good! Henry!" Paul cried. "Come on--there's too many people here--"
And WHAT HAD SHE JUST ASKED? DID ONE OF THEM WANT TO STAY?
Could Paul strangle her? "These children have just been through an ORDEAL. I am getting them to the HOSPITAL WING." Oh. Had she mentioned "while these boys go see the Healer?" Yes, she had. Paul's feisty was coming out, and he cleared his throat. "I mean--yes. The prefects can...stay behind. I suppose." He cast a glance at Natalia, gave his wand a wave, and cleaned her off. "If you two don't mind talking to the Mysteries people?"
THEY NEEDED TO GO. MERLIN'S PANTS. CHILDREN WERE AT STAKE.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough." 
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |