RP: Help

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Characters: Orla Quirke, Dennis Creevey, Beatrice and Nigel Creevey (NPC)
Location: St. Mungo's, the Dairy
Date: August 6, 2000, Evening, past dark
Status/Warning: Private/None
Summary: Orla tries to help Dennis
Completion: InComplete

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Beatrice and Nigel were both startled by the loud crack right outside the front door. They had been watching a movie on the tube when they heard it. Nigel stood, holding his hand out to Beatrice to keep her sitting.

Hearing the voice of their son's girlfriend, Nigel opened the door. She was covered in blood and frightened. "Beatrice!" he called. Dennis' mum came to the door.

"Orla, dear. What happened? Where's Dennis?"

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Orla blinked back tears. "There.... there were werewolves. Dennis... He's hurt. You need to come." She dug her fingernails into her hands, the slight pain helping her stay calm. "I took him to St. Mungo's, and they said I should get family. Please. I can apparate one of you there with me. Please come." She was aware of time passing, of not knowing what was going on with Dennis, and her heart was pounding.

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They both exchanged looks before Beatrice took off to the the kitchen and grabbed her handbag.

"Nigal, call Simon to come over and watch the place. Meet us there. Do you know the address to St. Mungo's?" Beatrice asked Orla. There had been accidents at the dairy before, but none of that matter to her. She couldn't lose another one. She just couldn't.

Nigal kissed his wife on the cheek. "I'll see you soon, love. Orla, please be careful getting there," he said, placing his hand on her shoulder. The gesture was awkward for him. "I'll be there as soon as I can."

Beatrice stepped out of the house. "I'm ready."

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Orla rattled off the street address for Purge and Dowse. "You have to talk to the mannequin in the window to get let in." She said, remembering talking to others about the place.

"Yes, I promise." She looked at her bloody hands, winced, and then wrapped her arms around Beatrice. "Hold on."

There was a crack, and then they were back in reception at St. Mungo's. Orla rushed the counter. "Dennis Creevey. Where is he? We need to see him."

The mediwitch checked records, and told them to take a seat, she'd go find out. Orla couldn't sit, she was so scared for him. If anything happened to him... She suddenly went weak in the knees. Oh dear. What about everyone else? Ron Weasley, Harry Potter. Oh no, Esme, Jasper. She started shaking, everything catching up with her, and she slumped into a seat, unable to stand.