Astoria Elizabeth Marie Malfoy (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} thenewmrsmalfoy) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} rejuvenated,@ 2008-04-11 23:22:00 |
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Who: Astoria and Draco
When: April 10th.
Where: Their Home
What: A moment among the chaos
Rating: TBA - might be some cursing.. lol, no one can say what's gonna come out of Draco's mouth.
Status: Thread//Incomplete
Hell. That single word could have described her entire week. First she'd taken a leave from work, which ultimately hadn't helped her mental state. On top of worrying about her father, she was now worrying about what Michael would do to ruin her play....not that it was her play anymore. Secondly, her family had been put into danger during the attack two days ago. Thankfully, Scorpius had not been injured, but Draco had. She couldn't very well say he was handling the injury with...grace, but she couldn't blame him. It wasn't everyday that one had a small piece of metal forcefully lodged into your shoulder. She'd never felt so much panic at a single moment. Fortunately, the doctor had said there wouldn't be any lasting damage. He just had to take it easy for a couple days and allow for the wound to heal. And finally, she'd arrived at her father's house that morning only to find that he had passed during the night. She knew she had been able to say her good-byes but it had still hit her hard.
With all the stress, panic, and all around trauma that had been hitting them she had been attempting to keep herself busy. As long as she was busy she didn't have much time to think over the events, which meant she didn't have a chance to break down. She was positive that the last thing her family needed was for her to break, but even with her attempts to stay busy she still found moments when she didn't know exactly what to do. She had just put Scorpius down for his nap and was currently having that exact dilemma. After she had reorganized her entire book collection alphabetically, she moved into the living room where Draco was laying on the couch. Taking a seat on the edge, she turned her attention to him.
"Are you alright? Can I get you anything?" she asked, fretting over him more than she normally would have. Her questions seemed to blend together without any form of punctuation as her fingers smoothed out a wrinkle in his shirt. "Does it still hurt? Do you need the bandage changed?"
When: April 10th.
Where: Their Home
What: A moment among the chaos
Rating: TBA - might be some cursing.. lol, no one can say what's gonna come out of Draco's mouth.
Status: Thread//Incomplete
Hell. That single word could have described her entire week. First she'd taken a leave from work, which ultimately hadn't helped her mental state. On top of worrying about her father, she was now worrying about what Michael would do to ruin her play....not that it was her play anymore. Secondly, her family had been put into danger during the attack two days ago. Thankfully, Scorpius had not been injured, but Draco had. She couldn't very well say he was handling the injury with...grace, but she couldn't blame him. It wasn't everyday that one had a small piece of metal forcefully lodged into your shoulder. She'd never felt so much panic at a single moment. Fortunately, the doctor had said there wouldn't be any lasting damage. He just had to take it easy for a couple days and allow for the wound to heal. And finally, she'd arrived at her father's house that morning only to find that he had passed during the night. She knew she had been able to say her good-byes but it had still hit her hard.
With all the stress, panic, and all around trauma that had been hitting them she had been attempting to keep herself busy. As long as she was busy she didn't have much time to think over the events, which meant she didn't have a chance to break down. She was positive that the last thing her family needed was for her to break, but even with her attempts to stay busy she still found moments when she didn't know exactly what to do. She had just put Scorpius down for his nap and was currently having that exact dilemma. After she had reorganized her entire book collection alphabetically, she moved into the living room where Draco was laying on the couch. Taking a seat on the edge, she turned her attention to him.
"Are you alright? Can I get you anything?" she asked, fretting over him more than she normally would have. Her questions seemed to blend together without any form of punctuation as her fingers smoothed out a wrinkle in his shirt. "Does it still hurt? Do you need the bandage changed?"
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