Chapter 242 - Vanishing Cabinet (2/2)
Peeves eyes are wide filled with fright as he stutters, ”It was a prank, sir!”
”It would seem I have been lacking in my discipline of you, Peeves,” the Bloody Baron matter-of-factly stated. An awful presence could be felt emanating from the Bloody Baron as he simply reached over and clasped his long, powerful fingers around the back of Peeves' neck.
Pausing to nod at his snakeling, the Bloody Baron said, ”This will not occur again, child. Go and have the matron see to your wounds.” Without another word, the Bloody Baron vanishes through the wall with an utterly terrified Peeves in tow.
Rowan watches the Bloody Baron go when it occurs to her that since ghosts can touch each other surely, they can hurt each other as well. In fact, probably one of the few things in existence that can hurt a ghost is another ghost. And if so, that proved that despite ghosts not being living beings that did not mean ghosts were not, in fact, a version of Horcrux's much like a ghost, which is an imprint of the deceased is able to affect the world around them to a small extent. And if so, could a powerful enough ghost destroy a Horcrux or become a type of Horcrux? It was a thought-provoking thought at least.
Wincing, Rowan wiped the trails of blood pouring down her face. Glancing at the destroyed cabinet all around, she nods in approval. At least, Peeves had saved her the trouble of finding the other vanishing cabinet.
Still, Rowan wasn't taking any chances and gathered all the wooden pieces and shrunk them down to later to be tossed into the fireplace as kindle. That would ensure that nothing be left beyond ashes and dust.
Wincing in stinging pain now that the adrenaline and shock had worn away, Rowan makes her way to the infirmary. She needed the splinters of wood to be taken out of her wounds before her wounds could be healed shut. It wouldn't do to get an infection or worse.
Needless to say, Rowan didn't make it very far when she was spotted by the Hufflepuff Female Prefect. The poor 5th-year girl was extremely anxious as she quickly escorted Rowan to the infirmary. Everyone quickly got out of the way as the Hufflepuff Prefect basically glared everyone out of her way. That and everyone was whispering in hushed voices at seeing the blood still dripping down Rowan's face and neck.
The infirmary at present was filled largely with coughing sounds coming from behind white linen curtains that held those ill with a cold. It was still winter, and the flu was still making its way around. Not that going out in freezing temperatures to play in the snow or fly on brooms helped the issue.
The kind, but stern matron, suddenly rushes forward as her red dress, white apron and matron cap flutter behind her. ”Miss Prince!” Madam Pomfrey exclaimed. ”Exactly what has happened?!”
Rowan makes a face, which causes her to whimper in pain at causing the wounds on her face to stretch. ”Peeves,” Rowan hissed. ”He dropped a cabinet on me, and I somehow managed to blast the cabinet apart before it hit me. But the splinters still got all over my hands, face, and neck.”