Clara opened her eyes groggily, and rubbed her forehead, trying to get the world to stop spinning. “Where am I?” She asked, wincing. “The hospital wing” answered a woman Clara recognised as being Madam Pomfrey. “You’ve been here for two days now”. “Two days?” Clara yelped, trying to move. Madam Pomfrey clicked her tongue and gave Clara a vile of foul-smelling liquid. Clara downed it, not daring to question Madam Pomfrey. “Do you know what happened to me?” She asked hopefully. But Madam Pomfrey just shook her head. “I don’t know what’s wrong with you. You haven’t been hexed or cursed. Although it took me hours to stop your head wound from bleeding” she told Clara, sounding disgusted with herself. Clara touched the bandage wrapped around her head. "Do you remember anything at all?”. “Only something sharp hitting the back of my head and cutting me. I must have fallen after, because I can’t remember anything else.” Clara told her truthfully, frowning. “Has Lola been to visit?”. Madam Pomfrey shook her head. and Clara looked away sadly. “Tell you what, I thought the Malfoy boy wouldn’t leave” muttered Madam Pomfrey. Clara raised her eyebrows. “Draco was here? Did he say anything?”. “He just sat with you, never spoke” Madam Pomfrey said, handing Clara a cup of water. Clara pursed her lips. The second I get out of here; I’m going to talk to him, Clara thought to herself. “Cho’s going to kill me, I missed our Quidditch game” Clara groaned. Madam Pomfrey sighed. “A head wound and all you can think about is Quidditch”. Clara looked away again, already sick of the Hospital wing. “Can I go soon?” She pleaded. “When I deem you well enough” Madam Pomfrey told her. Just as she turned away, Lola burst through the door. “Clara! You're awake!” Lola smiled, running to her. “And you're actually visiting me” Clara said grumpily. Lola smiled. “Well, I didn’t want to interrupt your time with your boyfriend” She grinned. “Draco Malfoy is not my boyfriend, he’s dating Harmony!” Clara said, going red in the face. “Who?” “Never mind” Clara shook her head. Madam Pomfrey came back over and removed the bandage from Clara’s head. Clara looked at her pleadingly. Madam Pomfrey sighed. “Fine but be careful”. Clara grinned. “Careful is my middle name” She smiled, hopping up, and walking out with Lola. “So, do you know what hurt you?” Lola asked. Clara thought back to Hogsmeade, and the way the object had flown into her head. “Not a what. A who” Clara grimaced. Lola gasped quietly. “Who would-” Lola began, but Clara cut her off. “Smith.”. Lola just smiled again. “He couldn’t hurt you if he tried, let alone throw something at you. You’re a prefect” she told Clara. “Then who would try to kill me” “Well, whoever it was didn’t do a very good job” Lola pointed out. “Hey!” Clara scowled. “Just stating the obvious” Lola shrugged. Clara sighed. Then, she realised something. Whoever had tried to kill her knew exactly where she was. They were inexperienced. They were a Hogwarts Student.
