Cuts and Bruises PV Finished

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Lawrence was a mix of giggles and gasping for breath. Still exhausted from the running, he simply nodded when she said she was going to look for the nurse. Lawrence first placed a hand against the doorway for support, then leaned his entire body against it altogether, closing his eyes as he tried to slow down and catch his breath. What a crazy, crazy day he was having.

He opened his eyes when he heard her footsteps returning, noticing a distinct lack of the aforementioned nurse. "Whoa, really?" He followed her, plonking down on the edge of the bed. He wasn't the least bit bothered about removing his robes or getting the fresh, spotless white bed sheets dirty with all that mud smudging across it. 'I just know how to make food, that's about it as far as life skills go."

He couldn't help but stare while she got the stuff ready, partly at the materials she was using, mostly at her. "Oh, before Hogwarts? Well--" Hold on. Was this girl pretty? No, no way. Girls were yucky. All girls were yucky, and she was a girl, she had to be yucky, because she was a girl. She was his friend, sure, but friends could be yucky too.

...Could someone be pretty and yucky?

He tried his best to dismiss the thought from his mind.

"Well, we're originally from Ireland, but then we moved to South London." However, Lawrence still spoke with an Irish accent, on account of his parents, "So that's where I grew up. Mum forced me to go to a muggle school before comin' here. That was alright, I guess, but also not being able to talk about magic and all the magic stuff--and Quidditch, oh my god--not being able to talk about that was a bit rubbish, but I guess the other kids were alright."

He wanted to nod, but made sure to hold still as she tended to his wound. He initially flinched when she touched him, as the alcohol burned against the open wound, but he remained quite still after that. Talking had been the only thing keeping him distracted thus far, but now that he had finished doing so, he did his best not to look at Annie, for fear of blushing again. Blushing was stupid. It was for stupid people. Lawrence wasn't trying to be stupid people. Granted, he knew he was at least a little bit among the stupid people. He was blissfully unaware that he was most definitely one of the stupid people.

"Erm... what about you?"

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Annie kept dabbing at his cheek where the cut was and nodding as he explained his life to her. She paused when he said he was originally from Ireland. Another similarity Her eyebrows furrowed together when he winced at the stinging of pad. "Sorry, I'm trying to be careful. Well that looks like the only cut you have, as far as I can tell." Annie chuckled and gestured to the rest of his body which was covered in mud where she couldn't see if he was injured or not.

She went to pull a band aid out of the kit and applied it to his face before standing back and looking at her work, feeling accomplished. Her eyes then lost focus as she went into deep thought leaning against the bed next to him. "Well we got that fixed up but I can tell you were both going to need to shower later." Annie laughed and glanced over at Lawrence as he asked her about her childhood. "Oh uhm, I also grew up in Ireland but in a city called Bray, it's not well known. I was home schooled before coming to Hogwarts last year and that's about it I guess.." Annie bit her lip awkwardly before sighing. "Well I dunno if we should stay here or not but I can show you were to sign up for the Quddich team if you'd like?"

Mentions: @Annie Morgan

"Agh-- it's all good, don't worry." He said when she apologized, then simply nodded once done. He gave her a tiny smile of gratitude and said, "Thanks." He quickly hopped off the bed, taking the time to look around the medical wing. He had never been in here before. Lawrence listened while Annie spoke. He also began to examine some of the items on the bedside table, popping bottles open and smelling the contents, but he would look back at her and nod now and then to let her know he was still listening. "Ah, so we're both Irish, then!"

Then she mentioned taking him to the Quidditch signups. Lawrence grew so excited that the bottle dropped from his hand, shattering on the ground. His eyes widened as he looked down, then darted in every possible direction to make sure nobody was around. "Uhm-- y-yeah, yeah yeah! Let's do that, let's do just that, in fact let's do it right now, let's go!" He said, shooting words out of his mouth at a million miles a minute. He made for the door, giving Annie a little nudge to exit with him. He didn't know what happened to students that broke things around here, but he didn't want to find out. And he definitely didn't know anything about her being a prefect, so he was certain he had the easy way out on this. Assuming they could run away fast enough.

Mentions: @Lawrence Belf

Annie's cheeks heated up when he said thanks but luckily he moved off the bed to observe the room. She liked the Hospital Wing, it was calming unlike muggle hospitals. Her gaze shifted back to Lawrence when he pointed out they were both Irish. She nodded her head and was about to make a comment about how she lost her accent over time but then got stopped when he dropped a bottle.

CRASH! Annie gasped, slightly startled and turned to look at Lawrence who started blabbering, obviously panicking. She started laughing at his reaction and shook her head. She pulled out her wand from her pocket and pointed it at the broken glass on the floor and with a flick of her wand she spoke clearly, "Reparo!" The glass pieced itself together and Annie went over to the bottle to inspect her work before setting it back on the shelf Lawrence got it from.

"Please don't break anything else, or at least be more careful, I don't plan on being around all the time to save you." Annie spoke at first with seriousness and concern but then the second part of it she threw in a lopsided grin. And I may be a Prefect but I'm not saving your butt if you do something more then break a glass bottle buddy." She stuck out her tongue playfully towards the boy while her eyes lit up in amusement.

"That look of horror mixed with amusement on his face.. how cute.."

Mentions: @Annie Morgan

"Oh?" Though unintentional, Lawrence was hiding behind Annie when she went to repair the bottle, glancing wide-eyed over her shoulder as she fixed it up wit her wand. "Oh!" Very cool. He would have to learn that one some time.

Once the bottle was fixed, he backed away as she put it back on the shelf. It was then that she made the comment about not always being around to save him. "Well!" He said with a huff and the smallest of frowns, placing his hands on his hips, "I'll certainly try my best not to get into trouble, but I can't make any promises, so I suppose you'll just have to stick around and find out." He responded by sticking his own tongue out at her, doing his best to suppress a chuckle. He tried his hardest, and it kind of worked. What ended up coming out was something of a snort, or a very short laugh, but he quickly held it back. He was trying to maintain the joke here, but that wasn't going to happen if Lawrence couldn't keep a straight face.

Of course, he didn't actually intend on continually putting his life at risk to have her save him all the time... but having her around was certainly something he didn't mind. "So... you were saying about Quidditch signups?"

Mentions: @Lawrence Belf

Annie bit her lip to hold back a blush when Lawrence looked from behind her wide-eyed at her mending charm on the bottle. She was pretty proud of herself but she wouldn't let pride overtake her. Her lips did twitch up into a small smirk at his "pose". "You look like my mom when she's angry at me.." Annie started laughing again. Man her stomach was going to hurt from laughing so much, but hey it wasn't a bad thing that she was laughing so much.

This time she couldn't hold back her blush when she said she'll have to stick around to see if he'll get into trouble or not. Annie turned away from Lawrence and started thinking about what adventures they could go on together. Woah don't get ahead of yourself, boys are weird and you can be friends with them. Friends is good.. yeah.. She broke out of her head space when she turned to look at Lawrence who was sticking his tongue back out at her.

Annie fake gasped and mocked hurt by placing a hand over her heart before smirking back at the boy. She dropped her act and started towards the door. "Alright we've postponed this long enough, let's go find that flyer and sign you up!" Her eyes still sparkled with mischief as she looked back towards Lawrence but the quickly softened. "Even if you don't make it on the team you better root for me in the stands during the games, but I have a feeling you will even if it's second string or wait listed." The Hufflepuff smiled genuinely before heading out of the door, leading the way.

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"Oh, of course I'll watch." Said Lawrence, following her out, "But it won't be from the stands, Miss Morgan. I'll tell you that right now. It'll be from the hoops, where I'll be saving everyone's butt every time the enemy team breaks through! I mean I'm not one to toot my own horn but did you see that kick? Oh my god, and you were great too when you..."

Lawrence would continue to talk her head off as they left the medical wing. Even as the doors closed behind them, his annoying little voice could be heard echoing through the corridors as he enthused her about how great being on the team was going to be, and how it was going to be so much fun for them to win together, but also about how obviously he was going to be team captain one day, but that he'd keep her on the team no matter what so she didn't have to worry. Eventually he'd spiral into other, non-quidditch related nonsense, too.

The sun had begun its slow descent now, that orange-pinkish evening light filtering in as the sound of Lawrence and Annie's footsteps were lost in the vast halls of Hogwarts.

What a day.

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