#22 - special delivery

As Arthur predicted, the walk to the Hospital Wing wasn't so bad. He hadn't dropped his bag or been bumped into by any younger students, so things were going pretty well. All he had to do was get them to Madam Pomfrey and he would be successful. He hadn't visited the hospital wing often, so he didn't find the matron to be a familiar face like the professors, or even Hagrid.

"Excuse me, Madam Pomfrey?" Arthur said, "Professor Snape said to bring these potions to you." Arthur held one up out of his backpack. He was curious as to their usages, but he would rather not find out. Time spent in the hospital wing was frightening, especially if there was some magical reason behind it. Arthur would much rather sprain his wrist than be on the receiving end of a curse.