Millicent Bulstrode (bd_millicent) wrote in beyond_dark, @ 2008-03-09 07:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | * march 2006, - complete, - plot: pox virus, millicent bulstrode, neville longbottom |
RP: Working is what keeps me going
Date: March 9, 2006
Characters: Millicent, Neville
Location: Greenhouse
Private/Public: Private
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Millicent is tired, exhausted and worried, but she is determined to do something other than to sit around doing nothing.
Justin's letter about Ella's episode was weighing heavy on her mind. Hallucinations. The mere word made her frightened, and really she couldn't just sit in the house doing nothing.
She'd been working hard lately, knowing that what they grew in the greenhouses might actually do some good. Ointments and salves – possibly something to be used in a treatment – potions against the head aches and fevers. What she did mattered for once, and so she was on her way to work, even if it was a Sunday. Even if she felt like falling asleep. Even if her mind was dizzy and her vision nearly blurry.
It was just the pregnancy, she told herself. The pregnancy in combination with how poor she'd been sleeping in combination with worry. She was only cold because it was cold outside. She certainly was not feeling sick. Of course not. If she was sick then staying away from Ella would have been for no use. Of course she wasn't sick. She was just tired, and cold because of the wind.
Turning a corner, she saw a crowd reading something. She walked up to it, shuddering when she saw the notice. She thought of Ella and Justin, of her unborn child. It was preposterous that either would be responsible for this. Ella was suffering more than anyone – and now they had the nerve to blame it on her?
'You're with a Mudblood, aren't you?' a voice said, and she felt the shove in her side. It took all her strength not to hex the woman talking, and her eyes showed every bit of hatred she felt as she started the woman down. Only she knew she was outnumbered when the others started to yell angrily at her, and she felt herself shoved again as words like traitor and responsible hailed over her. Tearing down the poster, she pushed her way from the crowd, casting a wandless jinx at the first woman who had spoken, making her slip and fall.
She hurried from the scene, not slowing down until she reached the safety of the greenhouse and could close the door behind her. Her vision was definitely blurred now, her head spinning as her heart raced. Leaning against the wall she regained control. She was tired. Exhausted. She wasn't sick and now she needed to work so that Ella could get better. That was all she had to keep in mind.