*at the same moment, the ghost shudders as all his thoughts and beliefs are abruptly rearranged -- the familiar walls of the Hospital Wing fall into place on a much better mental map of the castle, and he can't for the life of him remember why he had found it so odd that Harry was not older....*
*his world shaken, he slips a cold hand through Harry's bandages to re-analyze the wound, muttering* Not a dream.... but what in...? And where's the confounded mediwitch at a time like this?
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Date: 2008-03-02 02:30 am (UTC)*his world shaken, he slips a cold hand through Harry's bandages to re-analyze the wound, muttering* Not a dream.... but what in...? And where's the confounded mediwitch at a time like this?