Who: Anthony Goldstein & Padma Patil When: Sunday, May 1 - shortly after 10 am Where: Anthony's flat, Upper Flagley What: Padma checks on Anthony Rating: PG Status: Complete
Padma's late night talking to Michael had unsettled her greatly. Mental images she didn't want in her mind, but couldn't help but imagine, played over and over as she slept fitfully, dreaming of things that left her snatching awake, gasping for breath and purchase.
She'd freaked out the night before, there was no more apt term for it. She'd been startled, appalled, upset, dismayed, hurt, angry—rationally upset. She'd cried, yelled a bit, and blubbered too much on her own, in the dark quiet of her bedroom.
Crucio. She thought the word coming from Anthony's lips would sound horrible, bitter, cruel and frightening. She couldn't stop thinking about him, how his face might have looked as he cast it, where his mind must have been—if his mind had been his?
She was up before dawn, unable to sleep without dreaming of things both horrible and violent. She had to talk to Anthony, and she had wanted to see him the night before, but hadn't dared risking curfew. She hoped to catch him before he potentially left for the day, to see his grandmother, or to work on the safe house. She knew if he left for the safe house, she'd never be able to find him.
Padma knocked on his door though she hadn't a clue if he was there, or if he would answer, or if he would let her in, or what she planned to say if she managed to get that far. She didn't know if she were more frightened than angry, or more upset than frightened, but she knew, more than anything, that she had to check on Anthony. She had to.