Characters: Lucius and Narcissa
To be perfectly honest, the peacocks were just a distraction from the pains across my chest. All of them. And the one in my arm, the inexplicable one in my leg...I could go on. All I really wanted right now was to get up and go do something. It wasn't happening, at least, not until Dolohov had brought the worryingly-quack-like healer to sort this out properly. Until then, I was relying on painkillers, soup and good company.
I just felt so damn helpless and I hated it. This, Lucius, is why you need to read up on healing magic. Even then, there are some things you just can't do to yourself. Perhaps a better reason not to half-fall out of windows.
It was times like this I wondered about how on earth we were going to acheive this perfect world we sought. But I'd find a way. No matter how many broken bones, no matter what I had to do, I'd find a way. For me, for Narcissa, for society.