 *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
Sammy was secretly grateful that Eleanor could still speak, because he suddenly couldn't. It was like his voice box has collapsed upon itself. Maybe it was the bloody nose...
Or maybe it was the bloody house elf who kept popping in and out of the room with loud cracks. Each time, Sammy jumped like a nervous blimpy. He reached out a tentative hand for the tissues, wondering if the elf was going to pop out of the room again as the elf began honking his nose. Sammy found himself wondering if all house elves' noses made that kinda of noise as he pressed the tissues to his nose.
"Umm..bbbe...." he found himself muttering to the professor with big wide blue eyes. He happily replaced the wet paper tissues in his hand with this old (and now clean) hanky. He pressed it back to his nose feeling his cheeks heat.
He still didn't know why his voice wasn't working, but at least, he would finally know how to get to the hospital wing....right? Maybe the healer could help with that too.
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