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Sunday 7th of November 1952
All through the night Poppy had changed Minervas bandages. She had fallen asleep at the edge of the hospital bed. Woken by the sun shining white in her face she settled back in reality. A Winter Morning without snow. She sat up and cheked on minerva. Her ribs were healed and the last layer of the bandages didnt even turn brown. She put the blanket back over her. And sat down by her side.
Minerva was still asleep, laying on her side face towards poppy. She breathed deep and in the puffy white blanket she looked so infinately cozy. Her dark brown hair was placed all over the pillow. Poppy was surprised by that, because when Minerva arrived she had her hair in a ponytail. She looked around: On the night stand layed a red hair tie.
Poppy felt like a stone lifted of her chest: This ment that She hat woken up and made herself more comfortable, That ment it couldnt be that bad with her. Then she realised that this also meant that Minerva had seen her sleeping and she suddenly felt the stone fall back in place. Also she should have made sure that her paitient was as comfortable as she can be.
She got up to open a window. In the reflection of the glass, she could see that her uniform was wrinkled and her hair was out of order. The cold air hit her head like caffein. She could see far. Mucht furter than the Quidditch pitch. She turned back to minerva.
If an artist had decided to portrait the sleeping girl, HE would choose a woodcut print, because Minerva seemingly layed there in two values. Minerva in HIS eyes would have been portrait in black and white, in total clarity. Poppy liked to imagine that there was much more to it. That there was a soft blue of the winter morning sun and the almost black brown of her hair and brows.
In this second those shy colores were the strongest Poppy had ever seen them.
And she sat there and wondered if Minerva ever heared of snow white or the sleeping beauty. A cold beauty in a warm place.
But now poppy couldnt care less for art, not when its contents are living and breathing right in front of her.
The morning rolled around and poppy decided that she could not bare it to be there when minerva would wake up. She stood up and left the curtains.
The hospital wing was empty. Cooled by the light that flooded the room with gigant symetrical strokes.
Felix was awake. He was sitting up and waving Poppy to come over. Gratefull for the distraction from her... whatever it was that she was feeling, she came over.
"Mornin´! Do you have anythin´to eat? I´m starvin."
"It is adviced to not eat solid foods untill the teeth are back to at least a three quaters. So lets see em!"
Felix opened his mouth and Poppy leaned forward. "Sorry mate doesn´t look like your eating toast this mornin. Ill go make you some porridge." He nodded and she left for the room where Madam Melrose kept all the medicine.
She looked in the little cupboard above the stove. She rememberd the porridge packs from the tour she had gotten a few months ago. She made a double portion, as she was also hungry.
She returned with the bowls and as she handed him one he asked: "Whos that over there?"
"Oh, thats minerva." To his shocked look she quickly reassured him "But she´s gonna be fine! Her ribs are allready healed. Shes just sleeping it out."
Felix looked relived. "Good. I dont know what i would do without her."
"Yeah, could get hard without a keeper." Poppy replied.
She hat sat down next to him and started to eat.
"That too but i definitely wouldn´t be a seventh year if she hadn´t pulled me through."
"I saw her in the newspaper."
"Yeah, she has that framed for motivation."
They sat in silence for a short while.
"But she´s always been a great friend. Even before fame."
Poppy snorted a laugh.
"But, seriously..." in search of the right words he took a bite and continued "... Do you sometimes have the feeling that magical folks just do strange things. Or I donno..." Poppy laughed again "You know they just do whatever. It is rare to meet someone who knowes what they want and fully commits to it. She knowes what she wants and what needs to be done to make it happen... I feel like she... she will always get what she wants in the end because everyone will realise that it is the right thing." He looked an Poppy as if to ask if that made any sense. Poppy nodded. She thought she understood.
He closed: "I think wizzards mostly aren´t like that."
"Don´t you know what you want?"
"I always wanted to be a football star."
"Really?"
"I know, I know i could be anything and train dragons and trolls and fly brooms, but i just want to play football. Most people here havnt even heard of that. Can you belive it?"
"I think its so strange that we literaly live with the muggles but still people choose to ignore their hole world. Thats so strange."
"I think so too! And between you and i as soon as im finished with school im gonna live as a muggle football player."
"Good Luck with that! As Magical people we can do what we want even living as a muggle. Do it."
"My parents dont know what im doing and my friends dont know who i am. Thats some bullshit for a few spells."
She took the empty bowl from him and brought it back to the stove. She cleaned them by hand. And thought about choosing.