Megan was wearing her new birthday jumper that she’d gotten from Perky Pie for her birthday. It was blue (perry winkle blue, Perky Pie had said), and a really lovely orange colour that reminded her of sunsets. She really wasn’t supposed to be wearing it, considering it was school time, and she was supposed to be in her uniform, but she had her robe wrappedreally tightaround her body so no one could see.
She’d just been done with Charms, and it was just the best lesson, because it was colour change charms. She’d spent the entire lesson changing the colours of everything she could see. It was their fifth lesson doing it, and she’d only just figured it out, so it was lovely. Even though she accidentally pointed her wand in the wrong direction and changed Flitwick’s robes pink.
She was in such a good mood that she decided to slide down the bannisters. Disregarding the last time her and Hugo had tried it in the Hufflepuff common room and she’d accidentally broken her ankle, she sat herself on the railings and pushed off.
And then she slipped.
She was falling, falling, falling, and it was almost like flying, but she didn’t have any support. Her limbs were flailing like a fish on dry land and her stomach was in her throat, and she had no idea what to do, except squeeze her eyes shut and hit the ground. And hit the ground she did.
Dale was sitting at the foot of the stairs, going over some Potions notes. He’d promised Della earlier that he’d let her borrow his since she had missed a couple of lessons but he was going over them to make sure he hadn’t jotted down any of his research notes on it. He felt like it’d been forever since he’d thought about the mechanics behind becoming an Animagus - since becoming one he just went through the basic motions of slipping in and slipping out. He was getting careless and it wasn’t good. And again, getting carried away with his thoughts. He really had to finish looking over this -
THUMP. A very loud thump went off, somewhere to his right. He blinked, wondering if someone had dropped their books from the stairs but stood up immediately when he noticed it was a girl. A girl had fallen down from Merlin knows how high up and she wasn’t moving. “Shit,” he breathed before tossing aside his stuff and rushing to the girl’s side, crouching down and gently rolling her to her side. She let out a small grunt and Dale let out a slight breath of relief. He patted her cheek lightly, hoping that she didn’t have a concussion or anything of the sort.
She was sure to be nursing some serious injuries though and Dale’s other hand examined the rest of her body in the least intrusive way he could. It looked like her shoulder was twisted weirdly and her knee was swollen. He continued to pat her. “Hello? Wake up. It’s better if you’re awake,” he said, louder than he usually was. Once she was conscious, he could get her to the hospital wing to be properly checked. And once she was conscious, she needed to stay conscious.