 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
If Claudine had felt ashamed and regretful of dragging Bernie into this before, she felt a thousand times worse when Bernie seemed to ignore her. Not even the fact that the Gryffindor hadn’t pulled made her feel any better. Claudine withdrew her own hand and left her friend (?) to drop onto a bed. Healer. Yes, they needed Healer Recard. And Claudine would allow Bernie to be dealt with first. She looked away, the sight of Bernie’s tears sending stabs into her chest.
She could not bear it and did what she was always so good at: the Snakette melted away from the pair. Even though her entire body still hurt and she was becoming aware of cuts on her face and hands, she backed away from Recard and Bernie quietly so as to not to make any noise. Once about three beds away from them, she slipped behind the divider and onto the bed it was assigned to. It was only then that she took a better look at herself: clothes torn; bloody scratches, both deep and shallow. But she didn’t care. Claudine gingerly eased her body down flat on the bed and stared up at the ceiling.
Maybe she would go to sleep and this horrible incident would be a nightmare. |