Date: Sunday, 12 November
Time: 8:30 a.m.
Place: Residence of Oliver Wood
Characters Involved: Any of Spinner's End 'pack' who wish to be, Oliver Wood, Nymphadora Tonks, anyone else at the Wood's house involved in the search, OPEN
Rating: Probably R for language and tension
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'Nothing is easier than to denounce the evildoer; nothing is more difficult than to understand him.' ~Fyodor Dostoevsky (1821 - 1881) )
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Wini... gods...
Merlin knew she was trying. She felt furious and betrayed at her body's lack of cooperation - or she would, if all her energy and concentration wasn't going into simply staying conscious. Just the exertion of crawling out of bed and getting dressed had her head spinning. But she knew that if she lay down again, she'd lose the fight, so she sat on the edge of the bed to wait for Severus, wrapping her arm around the post and resting her forehead on the cool wood. If she fell asleep, he might leave her behind. With the best of intentions, of course; she should be still sleeping now, letting her ( ... )
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The night on the tower.
Dealing often with helpless situations did not make them easier to endure - merely more familiar.
The only surcease of his own helplessness was to somehow make himself useful to others.
Not out of 'goodness' - out of selfishnessAllowing her leverage enough to get to her feet, he looped his arm firmly about her waist as he had once done for Remus when the fool man had passed out in the sitting room, unable to make it back up the stairs after a transformation. In this way, he could be certain she would not stumble in her fatigue, and he got them out of the house, beyond the wards, and Apparated to Hogsmeade ( ... )
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There was no time to say anything else, as they got to the door then. She cringed inwardly; this was hardly how she ever wanted Wood seeing her, let alone a bunch of strangers.
Let alone his parents.
Forget it. Think about Wini."Fine," she replied, trying to inject her voice with as much strength as she could. Okay, so it was obviously a lie, but that wasn' ( ... )
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He sighed and ran a hand through his hair - which had the happy side-effect of straightening it out a bit from his scuffle with Wood, though he winced slightly as his fingers brushed the knot on the back of his head.
"I think June would want you to do whatever was needed to be most useful. Unfortunately in a situation such as this, I doubt anyone truly knows what that might be. If they find Winifred and she is injured, your Healing skills might be top priority. On the other hand, if the Woods expect June to be able to function as a liaison with whatever information comes in here... well... you can see for yourself.
"I know it's selfish, especially in light of the situation, but we've come this far with her reconstruction. I don't want it set-back by anything, if we can ( ... )
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When a clock in another struck twelve, Ginny did as instructed and approached the sleeping woman before her. Gently, she tapped and whispered, "June? Wake up, June." Ginny cleared her throat then made another attempt to wake the other woman. Spoken a bit louder, this attempt was very similar to the first. "June, wake up!"
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"Yes, it's Ginny," she began. "You're at Oliver's house... Remember, Wini's missing? Severus told me to let you sleep for a while, but um... He thinks that you should try and wake up, so that we can try and... Well, he wants me to work on you."
Her phrasing made the project seem less clinical and more superficial, like June needed help learning manners or refining an accent or something. Ginny had trouble with tact and sensitivity with these issues. With Severus, one could be as blunt as he or she liked, but the others... Well, she needed to test those waters a bit still.
"Can I get you anything? Would you like some water?"
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Her stomach chose that extraordinarly inappropriate moment to give an audible growl. Under the circumstances, she thought she ought not to have any appetite at all, but the fact of the matter was that her stomach was wrapping itself around her backbone and complaining bitterly over its empty state. She reddened, feeling irrationally as if she were at fault for being hungry. "I... should eat something," she said reluctantly. "Especially if we're going to try and do anything... you know, medical. Severus left a tray, didn't he?" She knew full well he had; she clearly remembered the embarrassment of those few minutes. "He said my potions were there as well... Is it still here?"
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