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Who: Susan and Penelope
Where: Order HQ; Medical Rooms
When: 14 January, 2002.
Status: Complete
Penelope had a lovely little setup for healing and other such projects. Susan admired how clean she'd managed to get these couple of rooms. This was not the first checkup she'd had with the other Ravenclaw and along with Terry's regular diagnostic spells (Susan thought that both of them performing spells on her was a little overkill, but she kept those thoughts to herself. It put Terry at ease.) she was very up to date on her own progress.
Instead of getting up onto the raised bed, Susan chose to sit on a chair with her feet resting on the little stool that she'd dragged over. As of late, she'd noticed that her ankles were slightly larger than they normally were, but from what she understood it was normal. Though that didn't really bring her much comfort when she looked at them.
"Bean has decided that he likes to stretch right when I'm trying to go to sleep and I know that his feet are up under my ribs somewhere. It makes me wheeze at night."
While Susan didn't know the sex of the child, she tended to form her sentences around one pronoun in one breath of conversation and another pronoun in the next bit of conversation. It was confusing pronouns alone that almost made her want to ask. She knew there were spells to find out, but she'd decided with Terry that they were going to wait.
"I think I have bruises on the inside."
Where: Order HQ; Medical Rooms
When: 14 January, 2002.
Status: Complete
Penelope had a lovely little setup for healing and other such projects. Susan admired how clean she'd managed to get these couple of rooms. This was not the first checkup she'd had with the other Ravenclaw and along with Terry's regular diagnostic spells (Susan thought that both of them performing spells on her was a little overkill, but she kept those thoughts to herself. It put Terry at ease.) she was very up to date on her own progress.
Instead of getting up onto the raised bed, Susan chose to sit on a chair with her feet resting on the little stool that she'd dragged over. As of late, she'd noticed that her ankles were slightly larger than they normally were, but from what she understood it was normal. Though that didn't really bring her much comfort when she looked at them.
"Bean has decided that he likes to stretch right when I'm trying to go to sleep and I know that his feet are up under my ribs somewhere. It makes me wheeze at night."
While Susan didn't know the sex of the child, she tended to form her sentences around one pronoun in one breath of conversation and another pronoun in the next bit of conversation. It was confusing pronouns alone that almost made her want to ask. She knew there were spells to find out, but she'd decided with Terry that they were going to wait.
"I think I have bruises on the inside."