Chapter 447 - Infirmary Leave (2/2)
Seeing Rowan's face visibly brighten up at the medical prognosis, Madam Pomfrey slowly adds, ”Thankfully, there was no lasting damage to your arm, Miss Prince. But I am afraid there will be a permanent lasting scar on your left shoulder that will never truly fade away.”
The three a.d.u.l.ts carefully study Rowan afraid that she might have a panic attack. She a scar would typically be seen as a terrible disfigurement for any pureblood girl yet to wed. And many pureblood potential suitors would often times be dissuaded away by such a physical disfigurement.
However, Rowan remains rather calm in the face of such news. Shrugging her shoulders, she says, ”Truthfully I was more worried about having permanent damage in my left shoulder. A scar in my opinion isn't something to terrible to live with in exchange for keeping full use of my physical extremities.”
”Well, then I will be on my way,” Madam Pomfrey said rather pleased, before hurrying to chastise a first year for getting out of bed, despite being dark blue with bright green polka dots covering his entire face and body.
Turning towards her aunt and grandfather, Rowan sheepishly asks, ”Will the two of you be going now?”
Georgine loudly snickers and says, ”Why child, if I didn't know any better, I would think you want us gone?” Rowan sends a dark scowl towards her aunt, who merely continues to loudly chortle with unholy glee.
Reginald warily shakes his head at his younger sisters' antics and says, ”Yes, Georgine and I have tarried at Hogwarts long enough. And we will be seeing the two of you again in a few days. Tell your brother, goodbye.”
”Yes, grandfather,” Rowan quickly said as Reginald tousled her head in goodbye, while Georgine flashed Rowan another cheeky grin which caused Rowan to glare back, and Georgine to leave the infirmary loudly snickering to herself.
”Rude,” Rowan grumbled under her breath, before climbing out of bed and heading to the lavatory to wash her face and get ready for breakfast. Having washed her face and having taken care of other business, she stood in front of the mirror combing her hair with her fingers, before creating a loose braid that hung over her shoulders.
Still feeling a bit gross, but unable to take a bath, Rowan grabs a wand to perform a light cleaning spell on her body and a freshening spell on her clothes. Muttering the charm over herself, her wand suddenly clatters loudly onto the floor as she lets out a cry of pain and clutches her left eye. For a moment, the vision in her left eye flickers in agony, before slowly the pain fades away until she can see again.
With her heart sinking further down in her chest, Rowan removes her hand from her left eye and glances at her reflection. There appeared to be nothing obviously wrong with her eye, and nothing had come during Madam Pomfrey's diagnostic that morning. But that sharp, agonizing pain had not just been an illusion.
Thinking back to only two days ago, Rowan can clearly recall that sickening feeling in her magic as she absorbed the latest death surge. There had been something off like a dark taint. Was this it? And if so, was it permanent.
Doing her best to shove away her internal fears for the moment, Rowan composes herself, before bending down to pick up her wand from the stone floor. She would just have to take care to perform as little as magic as possible in the upcoming days. Hopefully, it was nothing, but a part of her told her that just wasn't the case.