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[anathema_witch]

Date: 10th January 2001
Status: Private - Anathema, Bill, John, Loki
Setting: The library
Summary: Anathema, John and Bill plan out strategies to break the curse on Loki.

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[dangeroushabits]

John arrived with Loki a few minutes later, trying to look like he wasn't expecting the god to crumple up in a heap any moment. In all honesty, he wasn't looking forward to this business, but he didn't dare put it off any longer. There wasn't much time left to waste. "All right, Ana? You got hold of the bloke with the magic stick, yeah?" He'd have to break the habit of referring to 'wizards' that way if he was going to work with the guy, but it wasn't going to be easy. He still hadn't quite managed to swallow the notion of honest-to-Someone magic wands.

[leucemic_god]

Loki did not crumple up in a heap. He curled up in one in the most comfortable armchair around.

He'd actually brought The Viking Art Of War with him to read, but after the long and difficult trip from the hospital wing to the library felt more like just resting and recovering. Maybe he'd read later.

[no_npc_here]

Bill sighed, rubbing his face. The scars there had never really healed, and thin silvery lines still graced his face, making him look like a mugger. A handsome mugger, if that, but still a mugger. He wasn't quite sure how he'd allowed Luna to pursuade him here, but it might have been a combination of her earnestness, her persistence, and his curiousity about a supposedly new curse that no-one had ever seen, or even heard of before.

Luna had shown him the way to the library before hurrying away herself, humming something about "silver-streaked skies". He strode in confidently, and said, "Hi. Luna said something about someone needing a cursebreaker?"

[anathema_witch]

As Bill strode in, just as John asked, Anathema smiled birghtly. "Well, yes, as you can see I did get hold of him. Bill, welcome. Please come sit down."

Well, either things were about to start getting very interesting, or very dangerous. Perhaps both for Loki. But, the faster that they got this curse off of Loki the better. At least if they did it fast there would be a bit of time. But right now, they were plannign what could be done.

and here too...

[anathema_witch]

Anathema popped her head out of one of the bigger rooms that the hospital wing had, which was unused. She had cleared the furniture out except for the chair, which she pointed to as the others came towards her. "There, put him in the chair and then Bill can...work his magic."

Loki looked absolutely exhausted and Anathema frowned. "Loki, really, you should have used the wheelchair, or let John carry you."

[leucemic_god]

Loki regarded the chair with a slight frown. He'd bee hoping for a bed. Oh well, it was better than nothing.

"I'm fine," he snapped at Anathema. What did that woman think he was? A sack of potatoes to be carried about like that? And besides John wasn't a mule either. He'd probably have refused to carry him.

[no_npc_here]

Bill looked through the doorway, giving the room an appraising glance. He nodded. "This room has more than sufficient space. But I think I'm going to need a table," Bill said, drawing it out of thin air. Reaching into his satchel, Bill pulled out an average-sized stone bowl and several thick books, placing them on the table. He also extricated a bright blue Restorative Potion and placed it gingerly on the table.

Filling the Pensieve from an opaque glass bottle, Bill looked at Loki and said, "You might be more comfortable doing this lying down. Would you mind if I transfigured your chair into a bed?"

[leucemic_god]

Loki watched the creation of the table with appreciation. He'd seen gods do things like that before of course, but Bill was just a human.

And now he was offering him a bed! Just what he wanted. He wasn't going to admit how much he needed it, though.

"You're the expert," he said instead. "If you think a bed would be better, go right ahead."

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[no_npc_here]

He'd never meant to treat Anathema as a waitress - he'd just assumed that since she seemed to be in charge of the hospital wing, she'd best be able to conjure up some food. Not in the literal sense, of course.

"Thanks," Bill nodded at Anathema with a smile. Toasting the bread to his favourite shade of gold-brown, he carefully sliced the toast into suitable soldiers.

Watching the scene unfold in front of him, Bill was reminded of his time in the infirmary. Chuckling as he dipped his soldiers into his egg, Bill said, "I'd eat something if I were you. You don't want to discover that Anathema has a dark side who loves forcing food down her patients' throats." He had, with one of his previous Healers.

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[anathema_witch]

"Oh, I think you will find that Loki has already fallen prey to that side of me. He doesn't liek eatign too much, but if he wants to keep up his strength..."

Once again, she moved the fruit cup closer to Loki. "And I know you're tired but eat it anyway."

[dangeroushabits]

Meanwhile, John was trying to make heads or tails of the results he'd got. He was pretty certain the final modification he'd made would work. The sigils didn't lie, and there were a finite number of possible ways to put these things together. This was an entirely new one on him, though, and it was going to take some time to figure out what he was looking at. Like trying to learn calculus when all you knew was algebra

[no_npc_here]

"No," said Bill, slightly surprised. "Every wand has a core from a non-human magical being. For example, mine's unicorn tail hair, and my wife's wand core is Veela hair." Bill wondered why Constantine was asking him this. Surely everyone knew - Bill's train of thought stopped abruptly - or could it be that there really was more than one kind of human magic?