 Help us we're a bunch of letters stuck in this box !!
Hovering Celandine cautiously, Tino continued to move her forward towards an empty bed. There were others in the ward, but he didn't know them, and they all seemed occupied with their respective troubles. In all his Quidditch injuries he'd never actually been admitted into the ward, and even the time-of-the-electrocution which shall-not-be-named hadn't brought him here. He had expected there to be more screaming. Where were the amputees and the spurting arteries and the nurses yelling 'Stat!'? It was eerily quiet in here. And something else very strange--every single patient had a cookie. Every one. And they were munching them, like robots.
Maybe they were robots.
Tino gently let Cela down onto the mattress and released his spell. She was still lying on the plush carpet, but oh well. She murmured something, and Tino leaned down towards her mouth. She had very nice lips. . . "Don't worry, Cela," Tino whispered. "I won't let them turn you into a robot!" Not on his watch. He would guard her with his very life! He'd make up for electrocuting her last year by preventing involuntary mechanical servitude. It would be a real act of heroism this time. He'd be her savior. She'd be so grateful. She might even give him a kiss of appreciation, once she learned of his devotion and sacrifice.
Ha. Take that, Copernicus Kettleburn.
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His glass is half-empty. And it's not what he ordered. |