Morag Macdougal Dolohova (bd_morag) wrote in beyond_dark, @ 2008-03-23 14:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | * march 2006, - complete, antonin dolohov, morag dolohov (macdougal) |
RP: Of dark thoughts and unexpected emotions
Date: 23 March 2006
Characters: Morag Dolohova (Macdougal), mentions of Antonin Dolohov
Location: #1 Dippett Drive, Hogsmeade
Private/Public: Private
Rating: PG
Warnings: angsty Morag is never pleasant
Summary: Morag contemplates recent news and how the epidemic is ruining lives. And how it might have affected hers.
Morag frowned and got up from her desk, walking to the window to look out even though she didn't see what was out there. The latest briefing from Nikita on the illness in town was disturbing. More people were falling to the illness, and there were more who had fallen into coma.
There was some good news. Antonin had told her that Megan had come out of her coma. Morag was happy for Anthony. She also knew that Anthony had so far proven to be immune to the illness and could only thank Merlin that one of the town's healers had proven able to resist the infection.
But Millicent.... Morag's heart ached for her friend. She hadn't even known Millicent was pregnant, but they'd not seen or spoken to each other recently.
And Morag was still in turmoil about Antonin's own bout with the illness. He brushed off her concerns, but the truth was that he could have died and had been far closer than she had realized.
With a sudden thought, Morag called Nikita and asked him to go to the Shack and see if Antonin needed anything. And, at the same time, to make sure that he was holding up okay. Nikita knew him best. He'd be able to tell if the work was proving too much for Antonin as he recovered from his illness. She made the elf promise to come back and report to her, ignoring the look he gave her when she insisted. She had to be sure.
And if Nikita said Antonin was trying to do too much, Morag would march out to the Shack and drag her husband back herself!
She had a report on her desk about the mysterious notices popping up around town, but she couldn't make herself focus on it. All she could think about was that she might have lost Antonin to a stupid disease.
Not a battle. Not even an attack. Not a noble loss, at all. A silly, stupid disease that had no mind and paid no attention to who it hurt or killed. Morag was prepared for the possibility that one or the other might be killed in battle.
Even she had to shake her head at that. She was no such thing. They were too good. While minor injuries were expected, anything more than that came as a surprise. For Antonin to be killed in battle? In spite of what she said, that would come as a huge surprise to her.
A huge, unwelcome surprise.
She'd never met anyone like Antonin before, in all her travels, and she was wise enough to know that she never would again. What would she do without him? She couldn't imagine sailing without him, or enjoying the beach, or being at Dolohov, or even walking through Hogsmeade without his presence, knowing he wasn't there....that he'd never be there.
Morag swallowed against a lump in her throat, feeling slightly irritated that Antonin had made her care so much.