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You are not sure how, but when you open your eyes, you see a light gray room, a few bed frames standing side by side across a long room, the air feels “clean” almost sterile.
You presume you are lying in one of those beds, since you are feeling a spongy yet solid mattress under you.
You try moving your body but stop the moment you feel it screaming in pain, protesting against any movement you do.
“Agh! what the shit!?”
“Ah, you are awake”
You follow the sound to your right, trying your best not to move your neck a lot. You find Potter, sitting in a small chair next to you, eating what seems to be a croissant.
“Sir? w-where am i? what happened?”
“You…” he takes one last bite of his croissant, finishing it up and throwing the napkin he was using to hold it into a small trash can next to your bed “...are at St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries” He finishes with a gulp and slaps his hands a couple of times, removing a couple of crumbs from them.
“Peeves, messed you up, bad, i have never seen him like this before, what did you do to make him that mad?”
“Me?! I didn't do shit! ouch!”
“Easy there, don't move too much”
He stands up and walks to the front of your bed, his hands inside the pockets of a leather jacket.
“How are you feeling?”
“I feel like banishing Peeves to hell!”
“Good, so your brain is still intact, that's good”
He sighs and removes the sheets that you are just noticing were covering your body, revealing a missing left foot, a scrapped right leg, bruises all over your body and the words “Peeves rulz hogwarts!” carved into your stomach.
“It took us 4 hours to clear the entrance back into the Great Hall, by the time we breached Peeves´s barricade, you were unconscious on the floor, naked and in a pool of your own blood…and covered in whipped cream and chocolate frogs…”
“I'm gonna kill him…”
“You are more than welcome to try, but maybe, rest up for a bit first”
