 Professor Stewart *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
The bloody nose had gotten worse. It didn’t help that his stomach was aching either, as he hadn’t eaten since breakfast and was starving. How calamitous was it that he wasn’t even going to enjoy the feast that his father had told him so much about? More than ever, Sammy wished he was back at his old school with his old friends. At least there, someone might have cared that he was bleeding. Here? Nobody seemed to care.
He paused outside of the doors to the Great Hall wondering which way he should go. He had no clue which way was the hospital wing. He didn’t even know which way to his dormitory. In fact, he didn’t know anything. He sniffled, then coughed, then gagged a little. Thankfully he wasn’t one of those people who fainted at the sight of blood, because, well he probably would have been lying on the floor in the Great Hall by now.
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