Accidents Happen

"Again, Samuels? How many times has it been this year? Nine, ten?"

"Only eight, Madame Pomfrey," he said, laying back and hissing slightly when she pressed a cold, wet cloth to his would.

"It is extraordinary, the amount of harmful incidents occur around you," the matron said, shaking her head. "There's very nearly an infirmary bed dedicated to you, boy."

"This one was an accident," protested Jason, weakly.

Madam Pomfrey clucked her tongue and finished healing him. "Good as new. I hope I do not see you in the infirmary again, Samuels."

Jason nodded. "I'll try my best," he said, exiting the infirmary and heading down the stairs. He rushed back to the common room, groaning at the sheer amount of Transfiguration homework McGonagall had assigned. Rushing, his robes flapped around him. The black material snagged on the end of the banister, and Jason tripped backwards as he tried to climb up the stairs, tumbling down.

Jason groaned and rolled over. He could already feel bruises blossoming all over his body, and his knee didn't feel quite right.

He looked up, and noticed Michael Corner offering a hand.

"You're going to need to go to the infirmary, mate."

word count: 199, prompt: one drabble must involve Hogwarts, Hogsmeade or Diagon Alley in some way