Pomfrey says I'm lucky I didn't pick it up with both hands. I didn't even pick it up with my wand hand (because I held a piece of toast in that one) so I'm able to write and I'll probably be able to get out of the hospital wing soon, too, even if Pomfrey apparently doesn't know what to do about the hand. But hey, s'long as I can hold a wand, she's not really able to keep me here, now is she? Professor McGonagall personally came by the other day with the longest list of homework you'd ever seen. It was implicit that if I don't get it done in a hurry, I'll be kicked out of school. No, it wasn't, but it was implicit that I should get it done quickly "or else!". And you know how scary Professor McGonagall is when she lets her nostrils flare. So now I'm sitting here, working on that Charms essay about Aguamenti. I'm running out of ink, though, and ... well, I'd just like some company, I suppose. Pomfrey says that she "can't stop me from having friends over" - I think she's getting tired of me asking all the time - so I would say that visiting restrictions have been lifted.
I know I sound pathetic. It's just so dreadfully boring being stuck here with no one but a second year boy who bursts into a chorus of "Ew, cooties!" every time I so much as turn in his direction. So anyone, if you have some free time