Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2022 5:05:08 GMT -7
"Yer alright lad," Malcolm said in his best attempt to be soothing. In his arms, the part-giant was carrying the child who was attempting to mumble about how they can't be sick because they were due to start a new year of school soon. "Stop talkin', yer only goin' to make it worse," he glanced down at the kid and tried not to show how gross he looked right now in his face.
As if overnight, little Dougal's face had exploded almost twice the size of what it was normally. Malcolm couldn't tell if the various lumps and bumps were blisters or a jinx that had backfired. He'd never been the best at healing magic, especially given it didn't work on his immediate family. Dougal was a little wizard who belonged to his father's friend and stayed with the Hagrids when the father went on trips with Rubeus. This morning, before picking the floppy child up and getting them to St Mungo's he'd sent the obligatory letter to the child's father by owl.
"Don't ye worry now, yer Pa will be here soon," Malcolm said as he finally made it past the welcome witch and to the magical bugs and diseases ward. He'd been a child once; he'd seen more than enough kids struck down with mumblemumps. But, as an adult in charge of the welfare of the kid, it all seemed twenty times worse and Malcolm was sure the kid's head would explode if not seen to straight away by professionals.
"Hello? Dougal's going to need some help o'er here," Malcolm called out as he stepped through the door and into the ward. He misjudged his size with the little boy in his arms and accidentally knocked the kid's head on the door jam. "Oh shit, sorry bout that, lad." Dougal was now out cold though.
@luka
As if overnight, little Dougal's face had exploded almost twice the size of what it was normally. Malcolm couldn't tell if the various lumps and bumps were blisters or a jinx that had backfired. He'd never been the best at healing magic, especially given it didn't work on his immediate family. Dougal was a little wizard who belonged to his father's friend and stayed with the Hagrids when the father went on trips with Rubeus. This morning, before picking the floppy child up and getting them to St Mungo's he'd sent the obligatory letter to the child's father by owl.
"Don't ye worry now, yer Pa will be here soon," Malcolm said as he finally made it past the welcome witch and to the magical bugs and diseases ward. He'd been a child once; he'd seen more than enough kids struck down with mumblemumps. But, as an adult in charge of the welfare of the kid, it all seemed twenty times worse and Malcolm was sure the kid's head would explode if not seen to straight away by professionals.
"Hello? Dougal's going to need some help o'er here," Malcolm called out as he stepped through the door and into the ward. He misjudged his size with the little boy in his arms and accidentally knocked the kid's head on the door jam. "Oh shit, sorry bout that, lad." Dougal was now out cold though.
@luka
