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Feb 9th @ 2:42pm] |
"Are you feeling up to visitors?"
The question startled her, drawing Rachel out of her pensive reverie. Time was still getting away from her, so she was unsure how long she had been awake, but the minutes seemed to stretch on and on when she was by herself, easily getting lost in the swirling confusion of her thoughts. They said most of the physical ailments had been attended to, burns, lacerations, broken bones, that sort of thing, but she hardly felt well. The vague but ever-present, all-encompassing soreness and throbbing head were uncomfortable, of course, but there was more that disturbed her. She had the feeling she was missing something, forgetting something, like leaving a pot to boil. But the murkiness was gone. Even if the pain pulsing behind her eyes was just shy of causing them to water, she could see things much clearer now, literally and figuratively. At the very least, Rachel remembered she'd been awake earlier, though couldn't have said what transpired. That, a different nurse had said, was an improvement from before. An unsettling piece of news, but she appeared to be recovering.
Even if she couldn't quite remember from what, but no one was hard-pressed to tell her more than "unfortunate incident" and "totally normal, don't worry." Surprisingly, she wasn't terribly bothered, but that may have been the effect of the overwhelming tiredness and slightly unfocused head.
"There's someone who'd like to see you." The witch in the purple robes looked familiar to her, but she couldn't quite place her. Rachel assumed she'd been one to treat her earlier.
Believing she knew who the visitor was, she had her doubts about such a statement. Really, she just didn't know what she was going to say.
"All right," she said quietly, closing her eyes briefly. When she opened them again, a man, not who she expected, stood in the doorway. Blinking in quick succession, though regretting the action, her brows tugged together. "Yes?"
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| Rachel |
[Wed
Feb 8th @ 1:13am] |
The entire day had been absolutely exhausting, even before he had been disturbed at work with the troubling news that his wife and a family friend had been attacked, and were now at Mungo’s recovering. He had gotten a late start to his day, his secretary had knocked over a couple of files – it was just one of those days where he knew nothing was going to go according to plan. He just never banked on things getting this bad, which was a mistake on his part. Maybe if he always anticipated the worst, he wouldn’t be so surprised, so hurt when things like this happened.
What kind of miserable existence he would have if he thought like that, though. He’d forever be expecting bad things to happen, and his neuroticism would eventually drive him crazy. He needed to find the middle ground between being consistently paranoid, and being hopeful that the worst was over and done with. It was just so hard to do, when the bar kept being set higher and higher.
He was tired emotionally, physically, mentally, spiritually – however many ways a human being could be exhausted, Donovan was feeling it. He felt hollow, and wasn’t even sure if he’d be able to sleep properly in his own home that night, knowing what had transpired there only hours ago. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to sleep without Danielle laying there beside him, but the healers said they wanted to observe her over night. Maybe that was for the best – at least he knew she was safe there. He’d likely wind up falling asleep in the chair next to her bed, and would wake up with several kinks in his back and neck, but it was the only way he would be able to get any rest at all.
But before he could do that, there was one more thing he needed to do – he needed to see Rachel, the other woman who had been hurt while she was visiting with Danielle, who just so happened to be Gabriel’s wife. He managed to get something of a second wind, gaining enough energy to rise to his feet and approach the nurse’s desk, asking which room she was in. Danielle still wasn’t conscious, but he told the healers to keep him informed if she woke up, so he could be there. Until then, he moved slowly through the hospital corridors until he reached Rachel’s room. A gentle rap was given on the open door, just so she knew someone was in the doorway. He didn’t see Gabriel, from where he was standing, so he had to assume he only had a limited window of opportunity to speak with Rachel while she was alone.
"I'm not disturbing you, am I?"
He barely even recognized his own voice that night. It felt like it took most of his energy, just to produce intelligible words.
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| Donovan! |
[Tue
Feb 7th @ 12:23pm] |
Gabriel had never been in quite a state, and this nurse, who had not done anything more but sit behind the large round desk and do her crosswords, was not helping his state.
"It has been nearly forty-five minutes, how could you possibly not have any more information? What kind of establishment are you running? I need to speak to the Healer-in-Chief, this is not acceptable---"
The nurse put her hand up and stood. Gabriel's mouth shut tightly as he listened to her repeat, once again, that when the healers were done with the spell casting that needed to be done on Rachel and Danielle that they would let them know. 'Dark magic takes time and care, Mr. Corner.' It was always the part of the nurse's spiel that quieted his rage. Dark magic. The war had been over for more than a year, but here he was, in St. Mungo's because of an attack on his wife and his best friend's wife. Dark magic. The seriousness of the situation could not be lifted, it could not be avoided, it could not be denied. Dark magic.
He pushed away from the counter and stalked back to the seats of the waiting room. It was empty save for he and Donovan; the ward for dark magic attacks had been the quietest in St. Mungo's for months, it was as if the healers there didn't know what to do with themselves. Gabriel dropped down into the seat beside Donovan, knowing that his friend was in quite the right state himself. He stared at his friend for a few seconds before clapping his hand on Donovan's shoulder in reassurance.
"They're going to be fine," Gabriel said, though he wasn't sure how believable he sounded.
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[Mon
Feb 6th @ 7:55pm] |
( HEATH! )
Go Tornadoes!
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[Mon
Feb 6th @ 3:11pm] |
I dyed my hair! Brown, a dark brown. I needed a little change--Jackson seems to like it.
Sure hope my husband does though :/
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[Sat
Feb 4th @ 11:17pm] |
( SETH )
Oh look, we lost. Until next year.
Who should I support for the cup now?
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[Sat
Feb 4th @ 9:35pm] |
I love Valentine's Day!!! And chocolate!!!!
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[Sat
Feb 4th @ 3:57pm] |
WHO: Chandler & Wendy Midgen (+ bb Eloise!)
WHAT: JUST CUTENESS OKAY?!
WHERE: The Midgen abode!
WHEN: ERRRRRR yesterday? Today?
( Chandler was greatly flummoxed )
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| Raffle Dates! |
[Sat
Feb 4th @ 12:14pm] |
It was hard to say that the raffle was a bad idea when it raised so much money for W.Q.W., and while there wasn't an official number yet, even Henry seem pleased with the result. But standing outside the Montrose Pitch, Seth was having a hard time remembering why he thought a raffle would be more fun than a traditional auction, where you couldn't bid on someone's behalf without their knowledge, or at least being able to find out who did it.
Seth was all for just not going since he was pretty sure that neither of them would be heartbroken if the 'date' actually didn't happen but with the amount of press that was at the event, just skipping out on it altogether wasn't an option. Especially since Seth was on of the co-founders of the charity the whole event was held to support. After a thirty minute lecture from Henry, which was mostly a list of things he was under no circumstances allowed to do, even if she provoked it, he was allowed to leave. So here he was waiting on Odette MacFarlan to show.
He shoved his hands in his pockets trying not to think of all the other time Odette and he did stuff for the sake of publicity that ended in complete and utter disaster. He had changed since he was Captain of the Magpies, and he could certainly handle one perfectly cordial lunch with her.
OOC: Heyyy everyone, feel free to use this post to put up threads for your quidditch raffle dates! Bound to lots of potential drama lurking about with this so, have fun! :D
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[Fri
Feb 3rd @ 1:46pm] |
I do hope I win that a date from that quidditch raffle, I haven't had a Valentine since...last decade.
Admitting that is not as empowering as I thought it might be.
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[Fri
Feb 3rd @ 1:27pm] |
I simply don't know how my husband and I are going to keep topping our anniversary each year. It's been two days and I'm just coming out of this love struck stupor ♥
But now it's time to don United colors!! Blue and Gold for the cup!!!
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[Fri
Feb 3rd @ 2:07am] |
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( MAGPIES )
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[Wed
Feb 1st @ 11:40pm] |
I would like to personally welcome everyone to the Valentine's Day Date with a Quidditch Player Raffle to sponsor W.Q.W. So with out further delay I'll introduce your potential dates. Since they work extra hard, keeping the rest of us hooligans in line, Captains tickets are eight Galleons a piece, our lovely ladies' tickets run seven Galleons a piece, and the rest of us, a mere five galleons. Everyone have fun, and remember, its for charity, so play nice.
( OOC )
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