RP: Margot and Lorcan Who: Lorcan, Margot Where: The Infirmary When: 25 August 2025 Summary: A Healer and Healer In Training walk into a bar the infirmary...
Lori was exhausted. He felt like he hadn't slept in days, and that was probably not far from the truth. Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny were dead, just like Dad and Sandy. Louis too had fallen, and he felt wretched that his first thought had been relief that it hadn't been Scorpius. Louis had been his friend, and what sort of person did that make him?
And his mother. She hadn't moved on her own accord since they'd been told about Harry and Ginny. She could walk, but had to be guided to the Great Hall, had to be prodded to eat. He was beyond worried, but nothing seemed to snap her out of it, couldn't even explain to himself what was wrong. It was as if she'd gotten lost in her own mind, in a reality where his father and brother were alive, and Nargles existed.
He'd left her sleeping, with help of a potion, and gone to the infirmary. There was still work to be done, and maybe it would be enough that he could sleep tonight. Margot was in the infirmary when he got there, but he couldn't even manage a greeting or smile. He just went about his work, checking the potions and marking down what needed to be restocked.