Morag Macdougal Dolohova (bd_morag) wrote in beyond_dark, @ 2008-03-17 14:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | * march 2006, - complete, antonin dolohov, morag dolohov (macdougal) |
RP: Of illnesses and questionable recoveries
Date: 17 March 2006
Characters: Morag Dolohova (Macdougal), Antonin Dolohov
Location: #1 Dippett Drive, Hogsmeade
Private/Public: Private
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: language, angry red-head
Summary: Morag figures out the epidemic in Hogsmeade is worse than she'd thought, and that the disease was far more dangerous than she even wanted to contemplate. Which means Antonin is in big, BIG trouble. (What's the use of a husband if you can't be irrationally mad at him????)
Morag picked up a the top parchment in a stack that Nikita had left for her. He had stressed the importance of the report, and that was so unlike him that Morag had taken the brief into her sitting room to look over even though she hardly felt like reading. While Antonin had been steadily improving each day, Morag was still nursing a horrific headache, and her stomach still seemed to be in league against her.
Antonin was down in the library, catching up on paperwork and accounts left neglected during his illness. Over the last several months, he had seemed content to let her and Nikita deal with the gathering of information. She had no doubt, of course, that Nikita also provided him with briefings on what he found, but Antonin allowed her to direct things to her hearts content, and she appreciated that.
Her headache made it hard to concentrate, but the summary of the brief Nikita had put together more than caught her attention. She was soon into the depths of the report, her unease growing the more she read. By the time she got to the end of the parchment, she was in a mood even more foul than her head and stomach woes had caused.
Morag sat, staring into the fire for several minutes. She was very unhappy about what she'd read, and not a little angry that her husband had misled her, at the very least, about how ill he'd been. Normally, she would have stormed down to confront him, but she wasn't feeling herself, yet.
Hang feeling bad, she decided, pushing herself up. She'd confront him anyway!
Katya popped in to tell her something and immediately popped back out. She'd worked for Morag long enough to know there were times to leave her alone. And she must have passed the word to the others, because Morag did not see hide nor hair of any of the elves as she stalked down to the library.
Throwing open the door, she planted herself just inside the door, tweaking the house wards to block off any avenue of escape. "You didn't tell me how sick you were!" she announced flatly.