SPOILER!!: sweetpinkpixie
Unlike the young Slytherin, Derf's nightmares were not of caves and grindylows - he had seen and experienced much more fierce horrors in his years at Hogwarts. His own thoughts about the day were still preoccupied with why a Dark creature just so happened to be dwelling in a cave that housed treasure - though they were only dark because they, on occasion, would eat people. He was certain that they were there to protect it, but for how long? The treasure had been old and weathered by what Derf could tell - and he HAD studied the coin still in his possession a fair bit - so it naturally made the Hufflepuff's mind and imagination spiral into unsavory historical references.
Cave set out with traps to protect something precious? Sure sounded a whoooooooole lot like the cave stuff full of inferi Voldermort had established in the protection of Slytherin's locket. Just a little watered down.
Har har har.
Though presently his thoughts were on his leg and the pressure he felt around the wound there (maybe they would have to chop it off?) and his eyes were semi rolling back in his head as sleep began taking him...until he heard a voice and then he jolted upright and gave a bit of a yelp like a kicked crup when his leg muscles tightened. "Lydia? Hey," he grimaced as eh re-situated himself in his seat. "Yeah...I'm okay. Just getting my leg looked at by the healer." Finally but, you know. "Thanks for getting that grindylow off me, by the way." Though there was no by the way about it, it was hardly a casual thank you. "I really owe you one." A favor, a chocolate frog, whatever.
Lydia winced as she looked at Derf's leg. She remembered how the grindylow had really chomped down on it hard. She didn't know too much about the creatures really. Why had they attacked like that? And why had there been what looked like Viking treasure in an underwater cave full of monsters? It had been terrifying down there in that cave...but a small part of her had also found it thrilling. And she was very proud that she'd been able to help Derf even though she was just a little firstie, lowest on the totem pole.
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Not a problem," said Lydia. "
I'm just glad you're all right! I admit I don't know much about grindylows. Do you? Why did they attack us? And how in the world did that treasure get there?"
Lydia had about a million more questions, but she didn't want to overwhelm Derf, especially not in his injured state, and he looked on the brink of passing out still too. Just then Lydia heard the healer coming towards them.
Lydia smiled at the cheerful healer. She hadn't had much cause yet to visit the hospital wing (luckily) and so had only seen the healer in passing mostly, but she seemed like such a kind, caring woman, perfect for her job.
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Hello, ma'am," said Lydia. "
Derf hurt his leg, and I...well, it's nothing in comparison to what happened to Derf, but I've had trouble sleeping lately. I don't suppose you can help at all with that?"