Perenelle Flamel (willtimetell) wrote in novusmundus, @ 2010-05-03 22:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | albus dumbledore, gellert grindelwald, perenelle flamel |
WHO: Perenelle and Gellert (later Albus)
WHERE: Hospital, Berlin
WHEN: Monday Evening
WHAT: Visiting the Chancellor
RATING: Low
STATUS: Incomplete
She'd left strict instructions. Parchment several yards long with detailed lessons and essays due by each level of student. She was a bit of a stickler for details as such and with the years of experience behind her, she thought her rationale was rather valid. But leaving her students to fend for themselves for the next day or so was not something Perenelle had thought twice about doing. It was necessary and they would all fair well in her absence. History of Magic was not going to change lives (even though it was her firm opinion that it ought to). She had left Scotland as her final classes filed out of the rough stone archway, each laden down with the essays she had assigned to be completed in her wake. A small satchel in hand, Perenelle had apparated to the nearest portkey station and began the trek out of country. She had never been fond of travel by portkey but for distance, she had found it the simplest.
There was a brief period of time in her long history where healing magics had fascinated her. It had been all too brief though. For all her love of exploration, the healing arts were something that had eluded her. Not for a lack of understanding but rather an inability to extract herself from the emotion of the moment. She applauded healers for their ability to remain objective and rational when lives were resting in their capable hands. For Perenelle, it had simply been a source of weakness. One she acknowledged with no shame. Though in this moment, after reading Albus' agonized words, she wished she possessed far more skill in that area than she did.
The hospital was bustling, security at levels that she had never seen before and rightfully so. She made her way, jumping through the appropriate hoops and somehow remaining pleasant. At least somewhat so, she didn't show the tension in her face that she felt. Never had she thought there was any true danger. It simply seemed to improbable that a man as immovable as Gellert could be brought low by any one man. He was a force to be reckoned with and Perenelle had never forgotten that fact, not in all her years of friendship with Albus or his husband. Gellert was a man so similar to Albus, yet so different.
The weariness in her friend though told her all she needed to know, the truth of how very dire the situation was. He needed sleep and Perenelle would take no answer but agreement in that fact. She would take over the vigilant watch and Albus would not be joining him in a neighboring bed due to utter exhaustion. She was true to her word, Perenelle took a seat in the room, reading each and every chart that had been created since his arrival piecing together every thing that had been done in the effort to save their chancellor. Every stone had undoubtedly been turned over but she needed to read it for herself. Perhaps, perhaps there was something else... perhaps there was a way to pull him back to this plane. She had faith that the impossible was always possible.