Dragons at the walls.
Name(s): Howl Pendragon and Joy
Location: Hospital
Week: 41
Time: Afternoon?
Rating: pg-13 most likely
It was quiet now, thankfully as almost all the injuries had been healed and the students were off on their ways leaving Joy to relax in the quiet that was the sterile hospital. Luckily magically healing bones and scars did not take as long as it would if it was just with muggle medicine.
She still found that word odd. Muggle. Growing up there was no definite difference between the those who could use magic and those who couldn’t. Joy had not initially realised she could perform magic until well into her late teens but, she had grown up in the craft of potion making and elixirs that the idea of casting spells did not hold much charm to her, other than a few necessary ones for her few hobbies.
It was depressing to think on her past. Her master, her friends, all of them had died, leaving her a mansion, a fortunes worth of gold and knowledge well beyond her years to study as she so pleased to but, haunted by the ghosts of her dead family and lovers, she went on her own and now ended up here.
…..She still wished she could have brought some of her man servants along with her. She was getting lonely.
Location: Hospital
Week: 41
Time: Afternoon?
Rating: pg-13 most likely
It was quiet now, thankfully as almost all the injuries had been healed and the students were off on their ways leaving Joy to relax in the quiet that was the sterile hospital. Luckily magically healing bones and scars did not take as long as it would if it was just with muggle medicine.
She still found that word odd. Muggle. Growing up there was no definite difference between the those who could use magic and those who couldn’t. Joy had not initially realised she could perform magic until well into her late teens but, she had grown up in the craft of potion making and elixirs that the idea of casting spells did not hold much charm to her, other than a few necessary ones for her few hobbies.
It was depressing to think on her past. Her master, her friends, all of them had died, leaving her a mansion, a fortunes worth of gold and knowledge well beyond her years to study as she so pleased to but, haunted by the ghosts of her dead family and lovers, she went on her own and now ended up here.
…..She still wished she could have brought some of her man servants along with her. She was getting lonely.