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“I’d rather not. I think it would be best if the two of you got better...acquainted with your new situation.” She gathered up the dishes from their lunch with quick, practical movements.

“But what--“

“Namjoon and Hoseok were directly involved in the incident,” she said, “I wanted them present. Your friends, Mr. Jeon Jungkook, were not needed. You can see them tomorrow.”

Jungkook frowned, obviously annoyed that Jimin ’s friends were rated higher than his, “What about my father?” He bounced the foot that was hooked under jimin's ankle.

“Yes?” Madam Pomfrey needlessly rearranged the stacking order of the dishes.

“Well, aren’t you going to inform him of this?” Jungkook pressed, the tone of his voice becoming sharp. Jimin sat up further.

“That is for Headmaster Dumbledore to do,” she stated firmly, “Now, I’ll bring you something fresh to change into, but you’re not to leave the hospital wing today.”

“I want to know directly when my father has been informed of this...incident.”

“Oh, come off it.” Jimin snorted in response to Jungkook’s tone. The blond boy favored him with a disapproving glare and drummed his fingers on jimin's chest.

“At least I have someone who cares about what happens to me.”

“Frankly, I think I prefer the muggles to your dad and that is saying a lot.”

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared unbecomingly. “You’d compare my father to--“

“Before I forget,” Madam Pomfrey interjected calmly, “When you cast the spell Jimin what color was it?”

“Color? Oh, um...gray or silver I think.” Jimin returned Jungkook’s glare force for force. He wanted to stick out his tongue, but there was that whole maturity issue.

“Silver? Are you sure it wasn’t green?”

“No, it wasn’t green.”

[He is such an ***,] Jimin thought, [even after all these years, every time he opens his big mouth, I start looking for something to throw. I should be used to it by now, but no, it just keeps getting worse...Oh look, his eye is twitching. He must really be annoyed.]

“Maybe black with white swirls?”

“What? No.” Jimin blinked, his interest in the conversation recaptured.

“It was silver,” Jungkook verified, “I should know, it was coming right for me.”

“Hmm. Well, then. And when it came back at Jimin it was--yellow?” Madam Pomfrey offered hopefully.

“No, red.”

“Red?”

“Red.”

“Not pink or maybe mauve, you sure?”

“It was RED!” both boys shouted in mutual frustration.

“Hmm. Really. That, well.” Her gaze flicked rapidly between them. “I wouldn’t have...hmm. I’ll go get your robes.” Looking bemused, she gathered the dishes and headed out the door.

“Hey, wait! What in Hogwarts was that all about?!” Jimin demanded of her departing back. He leapt to his feet...or at least made the attempt to, as such a movement would have disrupted Jungkook's contact with his foot and the other strongly disapproved of such a venture.

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