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RP: Sweet Bleedin' Merlin
Date and Time: February 14, 2008 - all day
Characters: Charlie Weasley, Lavender Brown, possibly Oliver Wood, Penelope Clearwater, various npcs, Any
Location: St. Mungo's Hospital, England
Private/Public: Public
Rating: PG to start
Warnings: Possibly language
Summary: Charlie consults Penelope's healer, Lavender Brown, on Penelope's condition (this is open for anyone to jump in)
Completion: Complete
The change of shifts between Mediwitches and Healers went on around Charlie as he sat in one of the usually uncomfortable waiting room chairs. He had arrived at St. Mungo's over twelve hours ago - as soon as he received George's owl. Penelope had been injured, that much he knew. How, or by who or what...those were things that no one could tell him just yet, and as he drank his tenth cup of coffee, Charlie began to trace the cracks in the linoleum floor.
A bursting of doors in the emergency room startled him, and the moan of a man clearly in pain as a new patient was swiftly brought in, then disappeared behind swinging doors. Doors which Penelope had disappeared through. Doors which Charlie was not able to breach, and every time he heard rushed footsteps or the call of a Healer over the intercom, his stomach clenched.
George had met Charlie, having to give a statement to a hit wizard while his hands, arms and chest were covered in Penelope's blood. Charlie nearly lost it right there when his brother practically ran up to him, telling him he had found Penelope lying on the floor to her clinic, barely coherent and a gaping wound in her stomach.
What had happened? Who had hurt his friend? Why was this happening? Was she okay...is she going to live?
Charlie had so many questions, but all the mediwitch at the emergency station could tell him was that as soon as a Healer was free, he or she would be able to come out and talk to him. Four hours passed, and no word yet. Four hours again and the sun had set. Now it had begun to rise, a pale watery burst of fire on the horizon.
Sweet bleedin' Merlin, please say she'll be alright.
Date and Time: February 14, 2008 - all day
Characters: Charlie Weasley, Lavender Brown, possibly Oliver Wood, Penelope Clearwater, various npcs, Any
Location: St. Mungo's Hospital, England
Private/Public: Public
Rating: PG to start
Warnings: Possibly language
Summary: Charlie consults Penelope's healer, Lavender Brown, on Penelope's condition (this is open for anyone to jump in)
Completion: Complete
The change of shifts between Mediwitches and Healers went on around Charlie as he sat in one of the usually uncomfortable waiting room chairs. He had arrived at St. Mungo's over twelve hours ago - as soon as he received George's owl. Penelope had been injured, that much he knew. How, or by who or what...those were things that no one could tell him just yet, and as he drank his tenth cup of coffee, Charlie began to trace the cracks in the linoleum floor.
A bursting of doors in the emergency room startled him, and the moan of a man clearly in pain as a new patient was swiftly brought in, then disappeared behind swinging doors. Doors which Penelope had disappeared through. Doors which Charlie was not able to breach, and every time he heard rushed footsteps or the call of a Healer over the intercom, his stomach clenched.
George had met Charlie, having to give a statement to a hit wizard while his hands, arms and chest were covered in Penelope's blood. Charlie nearly lost it right there when his brother practically ran up to him, telling him he had found Penelope lying on the floor to her clinic, barely coherent and a gaping wound in her stomach.
What had happened? Who had hurt his friend? Why was this happening? Was she okay...is she going to live?
Charlie had so many questions, but all the mediwitch at the emergency station could tell him was that as soon as a Healer was free, he or she would be able to come out and talk to him. Four hours passed, and no word yet. Four hours again and the sun had set. Now it had begun to rise, a pale watery burst of fire on the horizon.
Sweet bleedin' Merlin, please say she'll be alright.