As much as he liked getting attention, especially when he was injured and everyone seemed to become very nice and sympathetic toward him, this was just ridiculous. Michael had gotten hit on the head, but yet every time he tried to move his arm to tend to an itch, or every time he shifted his leg to stretch or climb off the bed, Madam Pomfrey went mad and came running over to him, wagging that finger of hers and yelling at him to stay put. It was as though his leg was ripped in half, or that he broke his arm in twelve different places. Attention from his most favourite people in the world weren't even worth this. He wanted to be alone in his dormitory so he could rant and smack things and fume about the loss to Hufflepuff. He'd never had anything against Hufflepuff, even though he always thought Ravenclaw was the best house at Hogwarts, but right now he wanted nothing more than to glare at them all.
It was so unbelievably boring that Michael was trying to see just how high he could count before he actually went stark raving mad. It wouldn't take much, he knew, especially considering that there was no one around to keep him sane. He had his journal, at least, and that made things slightly better. Mandy's offer made his entire day that much brighter, and he'd almost let out an audible whoop of excitement when she suggested helping him get away.
He heard the commotion before he even saw anything, but after he had started to inch upwards slightly and crane his neck for a better look, Mandy suddenly appeared with a grin on her face that made him grin right back. He averted his eyes for a brief second to watch Pomfrey start screeching and hurrying toward her office, and didn't waste a minute before swinging his legs over the bed.
"Mandy the Rescuer, if I never get to tell you this again, you're the best. Think she's distracted enough?"
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