(1939-11-09) Obnoxiously Cheerful
Details for Obnoxiously Cheerful
Summary: Madeline wanders into the infirmary looking for friends - and finds Myrus instead.
Date: Sunday November 9th, 1939
Location: Infirmary

Madeline peeks into the infirmary, scanning the room for Erica, or Gabriel, and spotting neither. But they could be here! Maybe! You know… hiding or something. She creeps in, even tipping her head to peer under beds (you never know when someone might be playing some sort of a game!) as she searches for her two friends to no avail. "Maybe they're not here," she muses.

Myrus lays in his bunk, hands behind his head and fingers laced as he stares at the ceiling, a scowl on his features. "What are you doing?" Some scathing tone in his voice as he asks Madeline what she's doing. The curtain was open around his bunk, but he's fully clothed except for his quidditch boots, which sit on the floor next to his bed.

"Oh, um, Lowe! Hi!" Madeline greets the boy. Despite his scathing tone, she's all smiles and bounce as she faces him. "I was looking for Gabriel or Erica - but I guess Gabriel isn't on duty right now. Erica got better?" she asks. "But you're still here - gosh. It doesn't still hurt, does it?"

Myrus looks at Madeline when she greets him, and halfway through her explanation of what she's doing he returns to looking at the ceiling. "I don't know. I just know they aren't here right now." She asks if it still hurts, and he shrugs, "A little if I move too fast."

"Gosh, I'm sorry to hear that," Madeline says sympathetically. She nibbles on her lower lip - then suddenly brightens into a smile. "I know!" The girl bounces her way over to Myrus' bed, setting her bag down on the foot of it, and digging around inside. She comes out with a small white box, which she offers over to Myrus with a broad smile. "Here," she says as she hands it over.
Inside - should he open it - is a little chocolate in the shape of a dragon which flaps its little chocolate wings, and opens its mouth as if to roar or breathe fire - though neither happens.

Myrus looks at the box, and reaches a hand to take it and set it next to him. "Thanks," he says drably. "Was this meant for Gabriel or Erica?" He looks at her with a quirked eyebrow, not really amused by any of this.

"Neither. It was for me," Madeline answers, shrugging her shoulders. "But I thought you could use it more. This one was for Erica." she digs around in her bag some more, pulling out a second box, and opening it to reveal a gruff little badger that wanders around his tiny box all silent snarls and swipes of the paw. "Gabriel makes them, actually," she explains. "Aren't they great? They taste really good, too."

"Ah," he says glancing at the box, "then why didn't you eat it?" THe question is simple, though he does grab the box to open it and look inside at the moving chocolate dragon.

Madeline shrugs her shoulders. "I was gonna show it to a few friends first - and then maybe have it after dinner tonight. But that's okay, you can have it instead. I mean - you like dragons too, right?" she asks. "And I c'n always ask Gunny to make me another."

Myrus' head shakes a little, closing the box and holding it out for Madeline. "I can't accept it." That's all he says, and if she doesn't take the box, he'd reach over to set it on the nightstand, and return to ceiling staring either way.

Madeline takes it back, giving Myrus a puzzled frown. "Why not?" she asks. "It's mine to give away. Did you want me to ask Gunny to make one for you? 'cuz I can. I bet he'd do it, too."

Myrus gets short with her. "No. I don't want it. Take it back. Eat it yourself." His voice stern. "I'm very thankful for it, but I don't want it right now, don't ask me why." And he watches the ceiling the whole time.

"Oh," Madeline answers - without any understanding behind the word. She watches Myrus with a puzzled frown. "Umm. Is there anything I can do to help instead?" she asks. "I know it's no fun being stuck in bed. I could bring you some games - or maybe a book from the library?"

Myrus tilts his head to the side a little, then shrugs, "No, not really. You caught me at a bad time." And he sighs, shaking his head at himself and just closing his eyes. "You should probably leave right now." Like there was something that was about to happen, maybe to her if she didn't. 'For your own good' or some such type of tone.

"I'm sorry - I didn't mean to bother you," Madeline says, her tone uncertain. She shifts on her feet, biting her lip and looking away for a moment - then looking back to Myrus again. "Only sometimes when I'm upset I tell folks to go away just when I really oughtta have someone stay, but then there's times when I really do wanna be alone, and I'm not really sure which one this one is, so, umm… you're sure you want me to go? I can stay. Or leave. Either one."

Myrus gets a thoughtful look on his face now, "Wait… so if you didn't come here to bother me, and I say you should probably leave, your idea is to rationalize some reasoning to ask if you should stay. Or leave. Probably leave. Probably about now." He closes his eyes and sighs, switching his feet putting the other foot on top now.

"Well… yeah, I guess, I just… You seem a little upset, so I thought…" Madeline shifts uncertainly on her feet again. "I'm sorry if I bothered you. I hope you feel better soon, Lowe," she encourages him, tugging on the strap of her bag as she turns to leave.

Myrus later receives a 'card' in the form of a sketch from Maddie, along with a note on the back. It reads, "I'm sorry you're not feeling well. Maybe this dragon automaton will help? Get better soon! Maddie."

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