Comments | stoatshead_hill: RP: Concerning Mr. Proudfoot.

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RP: Concerning Mr. Proudfoot.

May 22, 2007 23:49

Date: May 22th, 2005
Characters: Luna Lovegood, Gawain Robards, [John Proudfoot, Elizabeth Proudfoot], ?
Location: Hospital
Status: Private
Summary: Let's talk about Willlllliam. And stuff.
Completion: Incomplete.

( Everybody enjoys an evening trip to the hospital. )

may 2005, place: hospital, gawain robards, william proudfoot, luna lovegood

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shh_proudfoot May 24 2007, 01:25:41 UTC

John and Elizabeth had been staying in Stoatshead Hill for over a month now. Each day they visited their son, often for several hours. A cushioned chair sat permanently next to William's bed. A tea service often awaited their arrival. The medical staff knew when not to attend to their patient.

This evening, it was Elizabeth who sat in the chair, alone with William. Although they had packed well, they had not packed enough for such a length of time. John was back in London, with an escort. She did not like the separation. Being with one of these wizards, or an entire village of them, was not ideal. Elizabeth was decided, however.

She would not lose her son to these people ever again.

The hour and the rhythm of footsteps identified the approaching guest. The bible recitation was done before the man reached their area.

"Good evening, Mr. Robards," said Elizabeth crisply.

shh_robards May 24 2007, 03:21:37 UTC

It was strange to see Elizabeth Proudfoot without her husband. Gawain had known of the escort, the required return to London, and was not surprised that one of the two had chosen to keep watch over their son. The strangeness came in the fact that she had remained to face the wizarding world alone. Not, mind, that there would be much to face, but that it must have seemed so. The Proudfoots seemed almost to shield one another against some unspeakably vile influence of magic. Gawain could not bring himself to understand this--rather felt that they would do well to reconsider their views, that they were perhaps ridiculously stubborn in sticking to such ways--but he had perceived its presence. They made little effort to hide these feelings ( ... )

shh_proudfoot May 24 2007, 06:14:29 UTC

With grudging reluctance, Elizabeth admitted, "It's hard to say." She was unable to resist reaching out to brush hair from William's forehead. "His... condition has not changed. I have not been able to speak to with a nurse, or that doctor."

Glancing to her son, she found she could say no more. William lay still with nothing out of place. His chest never rose. His eyelids never twitched. There was no hair to brush from his forehead. What was extraordinary about him was he hadn't changed. Not since yesterday. Not since last month.

Not since eight years ago.

It was nearly bizarre to think of him as alive.

"There has been no mention of the nature of the next procedure." Elizabeth could not decide if she was comfortable with that. Still, she looked to Mr. Robards.

shh_robards May 24 2007, 06:40:49 UTC

"Ah." He continued to look over the unconscious body--whatever state it might be, exactly; there seemed no definite answer, and so 'unconscious' seemed a term suitable enough--for a moment longer. Nothing out of place, nothing changed. A moment more, perhaps not fully necessary, and then he did turn to regard the mother ( ... )

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