Closed; The Final Act - Part II

[allaboot_terry]

Terry had never tried landing from a portkey with someone in his arms, let alone someone so fragile and burned. He felt Pansy coming down with them, everyone latched on to each other as he'd never seen before. While he'd been a part of the D.A. he'd never really been on the firing line before. Looking around he saw in slow motion, Cecilia rushing

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[so_astoria]

Astoria had stumbled home late that night (early the next morning?) to find an owl from Terry waiting for her. She had hardly noticed it at first as she went through the automated motions of stepping out of her outfit and into one much less restricting. But then the owl hooted at her and she annoyedly snatched the letter and waved it back out of the window.

She barely even finished reading over the shaky script before Disapparating, landing in the middle of the Burn Ward's waiting room, and immediately rounding in on the first attendant she found.

No matter how much yelling she did, it was still a few hours before they would allow her in to her sister's room, but finally she was led to her bedside. If Astoria had been one to ever let tears get the best of her, this was when she would have broken down, at the sight of her sister unconscious and laid out beneath the glare of hospital lights.

But no. Crying was entirely too typical in a setting such as this, and it certainly wouldn't help. So she set her jaw, settled into the chair at Daphne's bedside, and resolutely went about standing vigil (ignoring the Healer's assistant that came in after a few hours to try to insist about rules and restrictions and visiting hours, but short of being carried out, Astoria wasn't budging, and the assistant finally slid away, defeated). She eventually fell asleep, curled up in her chair, fingers gently covering her sister's pink and healing hand.