bd_scarlett (bd_scarlett) wrote in beyond_dark, @ 2008-01-17 11:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | * january 2006, - complete, scarlett capper |
RP: The first of many
Date: January 17, 2006
Characters: Scarlett Capper, NPC Healer
Location: Shrieking Shack, Hogsmeade
Private/Public: Private
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Scarlett goes to the Shack for her first appointment.
Status: Complete
“Of course I don’t remember anything, you absolute moron,” Scarlett said to the Healer, colour high on her cheeks. They’d been having the same argument over the past half an hour and Scarlett, frankly, was rather sick of it. “Don’t you think I would have said something if my memory had suddenly returned?”
“Now, Miss Cappe-“
“Don’t. Just tell me how I can get my memories back because the whole random amnesia stuff really isn’t working in my favour,” she stormed, lying back on the examination table and glaring up at the ceiling. “Do you know how hard it is? No, I suppose you don’t. I’m staying with a friend and it’s a good day if I remember him from the night before. Half the time, I don’t recognise him and panic. I have to read a bloody notebook to remember anything.”
The Healer sighed and looked at the young woman, able to sense her distress even through the thinly-veiled insults. “Look, right now there is nothing we can do. We need to study you, see if there’s a link between the memories you lose, know how often it is happening. Until we can see if there’s some sort of pattern, we can’t help you.”
She gritted her jaw- She wouldn’t cry over some stupid memory thing. Just because she couldn’t remember Miles and she’d told her best friend that she’d slept with her husband didn’t mean she got to cry. It just… Wasn’t fair and she didn’t care how un-Slytherin that was.
“What do I have to do?”
She listened on as the Healer gave her a new notebook, telling her to jot down the date and time she forgot, the memories she immediately had once she woke up. He wanted to see her again in a week’s time and that they’d have to keep doing this until they could decide how to treat it. She started to lose interest as he told her how difficult memory loss was to treat, especially when it hadn’t happened in an orthodox way.
When he asked to look at her scar, she looked uncomfortable before brushing her hair back off of her face. It wasn’t as bad as it had first been, the bruising and swelling had gone down but there was still a livid scar that measures about half a centimetre wide and started at her temple, disappearing into her hair line. She’d managed to put Muggle make-up on some of it, but glamours were impossible and she was vain enough to care.
“It’s healing. Slowly, but it is. Did the Healers in Spain say anything to you?” the Healer asked, touching around it with his fingers and making Scarlett wince.
“Not much, only that they thought it was related to the curse. It should fade as I get better, right?” she asked.
“I don’t know if I agree but we’ll keep an eye on it and see. I’m hoping it will be more like a normal scar which means that this,” he said, holding out some sort of balm, “Should help. Put that on three times a day and if there’s no change after a week then I’ll be inclined to change my mind.”
She nodded, pocketing the small vial. “Anything else you need to see or know?” she asked, calming down a little at his prognosis. She really hoped that it was just a normal scar; those were easy enough to get rid of or glamour up once they were smaller.
“Are you seeing familiar faces? This should help you, especially when you’re able to put faces to names more easily. I want you to invite everybody over, Miss Capper, even if you do feel tired or upset. You need to talk to people, find out more, see if you can remember more. Can you do that?”
Scarlett gave him a withering look. “I’m not a child so don’t speak to me like one. I can do that, I even want to,” What she didn’t want to do was insult anybody else or make them angry. “Look, you’ve given me enough for today. Can I go back to Miles’ house now?”
The healer looked at her sceptically. “Is there somebody here to Apparate with you? You shouldn’t be doing this on your own.”
Scarlett got up off of the bed and gave him a haughty look. “I’ve been doing things on my own for years, Healer. Something as trifling as memory loss isn’t going to stop me now,” she informed him before leaving his office and walking out into town.