Monday 27th Janurary 2027
As agreed Professor Cooper arrived at my house at about eleven o clock, then, half an hour later we arrived at the gates of Hogwarts. Professor Cooper had decided to apparate, but owing to the fact I'd never done so she guided me and my trunk several times, giving us time to rest. We could have traveled in one journey but it is apparently extremely tricky to travel from one end of the country to the next, not to mention it makes you feel the urge to throw up for the next half an hour afterwards.
At twelve o clock the booming bell would sound the end of classes ready for lunch, but rather than waiting half an hour for classes to end and venture into that Great Hall to experience the beautiful cooked shepherds pie that I'd been craving I decided to head along to history of magic whilst Professor Cooper sent my trunk up to the dormitory with a swish of her wand.
I was half an hour late but that didn't bother me, Professor Binns didn't noticed I'd arrived away for he was too absorbed in his own lecture notes, unlike my fellow fourth years.
The fourth year Ravenclaws simply stared at me, then at each other, then once again at me. I didn't understand why they were behaving so odd, no hello, no smile, no tap of the back. They were acting as though they had just seen a ghost? Something that soon made sense once history of magic was over.
It was after class I bumped into Erika Dixon. She has sort of become a friend for me, so you can imagine how happy I was to see her. Not that it as reciprocated. Like the fourth years in history of magic she stared for a moment, in a state of shock, before she explained to me, explained why the other students had given me funny looks. They thought I was dead.
I did ask the Professors not to say I was contagious, but dead? Surely they didn't say that, surely they would have told anybody who asked how I was doing? That I was just ill and making a slow recovery? Clearly not. Unless nobody asked? No. That didn't make sense, surely Vivianna would have asked? But... But they thought I was dead when they took me from St Mungo's? Perhaps the few people who know who I am (I'm not popular) believed the rumors?
Erika's bird must have alerted Reid because not soon was it before he was dragging Vivianna by the hand to the corridor. She didn't look well. Her hair wasn't as healthy as I remembered. Perhaps those around her hadn't noticed for it would have been a gradual change, but it was ratty, not as clean and could do with a wash. Her fingers looked as though they'd been dipped into a boil-causing solution for they were all red and dry, whilst her uniform didn't look all that neat either. None the less I am glad to be back with her, she may not be my blood relative but she is my family. She's my sister.
I found most of my day avoiding silent stares from Ravenclaws who knew who I was. In fact it was only when I was getting dressed for bed that the boys in my dormitory asked me what was happening, telling me they too believed that I was dead. I didn't want to tell them I had been extremely contagious, I couldn't be doing with people keeping their distance because they feared I still had traces of the magical bug within me. I was clean. I was healed, but to an onlooker they would probably think different.
I told them that I had been ill, extremely ill. I said the healers didn't truly understand what was wrong with me (which was sort of true). They didn't ask questions, quizzing someone about their illness isn't social acceptable so I was thankful when they simply said. 'I hope you're feeling better.'
Today wasn't how today should have gone. I didn't get to surprise Vivianna in the way that I wanted to. I was the victim to stares and whispers. Moreover Snidget seems to be missing - as usual.
Bertie
by Bertie Nogard Sun Apr 20, 2014 9:01 pm