RP: Weak and Powerless & Owls: Hannah, Cedric, Zach, and Mrs. Macmillan
Date: 12 August 2005
Character(s): Eleanor Branstone, Hannah Abbot, Cedric Diggory, Zach Smith, [Mrs. Macmillan]
Location: The hospital, wherever the owls end up.
Status: Private
Summary: Eleanor wallows and sends a few owls.
Completion: InComplete
Ernie was asleep again. He'd been sleeping a lot since it had happened, and in a lot of ways it was a relief when he slept. Not just because she didn't have to worry that he'd overexert himself, but because when he was sleeping, Eleanor didn't have to pretend that she was managing to hold up through all of this. She could finally let go and be as weak as she knew she was.
She was ashamed for feeling that way, but she really didn't know how she got through the times he was awake without breaking down. She'd never been good at bottling her emotions, and she'd have loved nothing more than to give up and seek comfort in the one person she was pretending to be strong for.
She hadn't been able to keep it up after the Aurors had come to question Ernie. She had thought it would be easier if she knew what had happened to him. But hearing it out loud, from Ernie himself, seeing the effect it had on him, was more than she could tolerate. She'd ended up asking them to leave, as much for herself as for him. And afterward, she hadn't been able to stay there, in that room that felt like it was caving in on top of her, and keep pretending. So she'd broken her promise to stay there with him and walked down to the river. The moment he'd probably needed her the most, and she'd been too selfish to be there for him hadn't been able to be there for him.
It wouldn't last forever, she knew. Eventually he'd be all better, but that thought brought a whole new set of worries. She hadn't yet asked him if he planned to go back to work after he recovered. Again, as much for herself as for him. He wasn't ready for that sort of question, and she wasn't ready to deal with it if he told her he was. She'd always worried something could happen to him when he was out on patrol at night, and now that those fears had been realized, the thought of him doing it again was terrifying. They'd gotten lucky, and she knew it. Eleanor didn't want to find out what would happen if there was a next time.
She wished sleep was as easy for her to come by. The only time she really got to escape was when she finally managed to drift off herself at night. She wished that she'd wake up one of these days and discover that it had all been a horrible dream. But sleep was elusive, and everything was still right there waiting for her when she woke up.
Now Ernie was asleep again, and Eleanor was trying to do something productive for a change. There were owls she needed to send, and she hand been able to bring herself to write them before, but they couldn't be put off forever. Hannah and Cedric should know what happened, and she wanted to let Zach know that he was getting better. There was another owl she knew she really should write, even though she didn't know how Ernie would feel about it. His mother may have been a cold uncaring cow, but she was his mother, and Eleanor thought she should know that her son had been injured.
She didn't know what would come of it, and if she were being honest, she hoped that nothing would.
Hannah,
I'm very sorry that I haven't written you sooner. I'm not even really sure how to say this. Ernie was attacked at work late Friday night. Zach Smith found him, and got him to the hospital. He's going to be fine, but he was hurt quite badly. He's doing better already, but they want to keep him at the hospital for a few more days. I can keep you posted on how he's doing, although I'm sure you'll want to come and see him yourself. I'm sure he'd like to see you too.
Sincerely,
Eleanor
Cedric,
I'm sorry I hadn't written sooner. Ernie was attacked at work late Friday night. He's at the hospital now, and they want to keep him here a few more days, but he's going to be fine. If you're able to visit, I'm sure he'd like the company.
Sincerely,
Eleanor
Zach,
I'm still here at the hospital with Ernie. He's getting a lot better, and I'm hoping he'll be back at home by this weekend. He's still not really up and around yet, but he certainly looks a lot better.
I wanted to thank you, too, for bringing me my things the other morning. You've been a great help. I don't know what I'd have done without you. Anyway, I hope you're doing well, and I'll write you again as soon as I know something new.
Sincerely,
Eleanor
Mrs. Macmillan,
I'm sorry to have to write to you under these circumstances. Ernie is in the hospital here in Stoatshead Hill. He was attacked last Friday night while on patrol for work. He was beaten very badly, and suffered quite a few injuries, but the Healers say he's going to be fine. They're keeping him here in the hospital for a few more days.
I know the two of you haven't spoken recently, and I haven't told him that I'm writing you. He's not expecting anything, I just thought you should know.
Sincerely,
Eleanor Branstone
Character(s): Eleanor Branstone, Hannah Abbot, Cedric Diggory, Zach Smith, [Mrs. Macmillan]
Location: The hospital, wherever the owls end up.
Status: Private
Summary: Eleanor wallows and sends a few owls.
Completion: InComplete
Ernie was asleep again. He'd been sleeping a lot since it had happened, and in a lot of ways it was a relief when he slept. Not just because she didn't have to worry that he'd overexert himself, but because when he was sleeping, Eleanor didn't have to pretend that she was managing to hold up through all of this. She could finally let go and be as weak as she knew she was.
She was ashamed for feeling that way, but she really didn't know how she got through the times he was awake without breaking down. She'd never been good at bottling her emotions, and she'd have loved nothing more than to give up and seek comfort in the one person she was pretending to be strong for.
She hadn't been able to keep it up after the Aurors had come to question Ernie. She had thought it would be easier if she knew what had happened to him. But hearing it out loud, from Ernie himself, seeing the effect it had on him, was more than she could tolerate. She'd ended up asking them to leave, as much for herself as for him. And afterward, she hadn't been able to stay there, in that room that felt like it was caving in on top of her, and keep pretending. So she'd broken her promise to stay there with him and walked down to the river. The moment he'd probably needed her the most, and she'd been too selfish to be there for him hadn't been able to be there for him.
It wouldn't last forever, she knew. Eventually he'd be all better, but that thought brought a whole new set of worries. She hadn't yet asked him if he planned to go back to work after he recovered. Again, as much for herself as for him. He wasn't ready for that sort of question, and she wasn't ready to deal with it if he told her he was. She'd always worried something could happen to him when he was out on patrol at night, and now that those fears had been realized, the thought of him doing it again was terrifying. They'd gotten lucky, and she knew it. Eleanor didn't want to find out what would happen if there was a next time.
She wished sleep was as easy for her to come by. The only time she really got to escape was when she finally managed to drift off herself at night. She wished that she'd wake up one of these days and discover that it had all been a horrible dream. But sleep was elusive, and everything was still right there waiting for her when she woke up.
Now Ernie was asleep again, and Eleanor was trying to do something productive for a change. There were owls she needed to send, and she hand been able to bring herself to write them before, but they couldn't be put off forever. Hannah and Cedric should know what happened, and she wanted to let Zach know that he was getting better. There was another owl she knew she really should write, even though she didn't know how Ernie would feel about it. His mother may have been a cold uncaring cow, but she was his mother, and Eleanor thought she should know that her son had been injured.
She didn't know what would come of it, and if she were being honest, she hoped that nothing would.
Hannah,
I'm very sorry that I haven't written you sooner. I'm not even really sure how to say this. Ernie was attacked at work late Friday night. Zach Smith found him, and got him to the hospital. He's going to be fine, but he was hurt quite badly. He's doing better already, but they want to keep him at the hospital for a few more days. I can keep you posted on how he's doing, although I'm sure you'll want to come and see him yourself. I'm sure he'd like to see you too.
Sincerely,
Eleanor
Cedric,
I'm sorry I hadn't written sooner. Ernie was attacked at work late Friday night. He's at the hospital now, and they want to keep him here a few more days, but he's going to be fine. If you're able to visit, I'm sure he'd like the company.
Sincerely,
Eleanor
Zach,
I'm still here at the hospital with Ernie. He's getting a lot better, and I'm hoping he'll be back at home by this weekend. He's still not really up and around yet, but he certainly looks a lot better.
I wanted to thank you, too, for bringing me my things the other morning. You've been a great help. I don't know what I'd have done without you. Anyway, I hope you're doing well, and I'll write you again as soon as I know something new.
Sincerely,
Eleanor
Mrs. Macmillan,
I'm sorry to have to write to you under these circumstances. Ernie is in the hospital here in Stoatshead Hill. He was attacked last Friday night while on patrol for work. He was beaten very badly, and suffered quite a few injuries, but the Healers say he's going to be fine. They're keeping him here in the hospital for a few more days.
I know the two of you haven't spoken recently, and I haven't told him that I'm writing you. He's not expecting anything, I just thought you should know.
Sincerely,
Eleanor Branstone