Tracey Davis (brakingcharm) wrote in afic, @ 2011-08-12 00:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: millicent bulstrode, character: tracey davis, player: kaia, player: sue |
WHO: Tracey Davis and Millicent Bulstrode
WHEN: Friday Aug, 12, 2005 morning
WHERE: exiting St Mungos
WHAT: Tracey gets her expected news
RATING: PG for language?
It was hard to tell which of them had ever been a bully as Tracey had pushed Millicent into the exam room ahead of her. She pointed to the corner where a chair sat and begged her friend. "Just sit there. You don't have to see anything or say anything. Just sit there and hold my hand." She was scared and that much was obvious. Even after her conversation with Isaac, she was not concerned with the 'what if' but rather the 'what's next'. The Healer had been a prat at first. Was St Mungo's run by the Ministry now? His questions were inflammatory, asking what the nature of their relationship was. It wasn't any of his business and it just made Tracey angry for the persecution her friend endured. Were same sex couples really not allowed to have a child? But brassing off the healer wasn't going to get the test or the results and so she told the truth. Her expression glowed as she talked about her husband being a star Chaser for Falmouth. When the healer seemed content enough that the patient's possible pregnancy had come from a heterosexual relationship, he finally got down to business.
There was an exam which was horribly embarrassing and tests that the wizard performed with his wand. With a "Yep, yep, yep, you're pregnant." He ticked off a few things on his paper and then glanced at Tracey as she pushed herself up to her elbows. She looked worriedly at Millicent and then back to the healer who started asking her the most ridiculous questions. Not ridiculous but the were definitely Ministry generated. He dared to ask her about the status of the baby's father. Of course they'd gone through her chart with a fine tooth comb, looking her over carefully for a Mark or a Ministry Terrorist brand on her arm. At that point, Tracey was done answering questions. She had what she came for. "Thank you," she answered him in an elevated sing song tone as she grabbed her clothes from the counter and exited the room barely keeping hold of the flapping sides of her examination gown.
Knowing that Millicent wasn't far behind her, Tracey waited until they were in the elevator before she started to put her own clothing back on. "So, Millicent. Who knew that I brought you along, not for moral support, but in case I got into a fist fight with the healer." Tracey sighed and leaned back against the lift car to put her shoes on. "Well, there's no denying it now. I'm going to have Isaac Montague's baby."