orso dan luthar (luxuriates) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-08-15 07:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, henry foster, molly weasley |
Who: Henry and Molly
Where: The lobby
When: August 13, during the gala
What: New arrival
Status: Complete
Warnings: Blood, gore
The old-fashioned receiver bounced gently on its corkscrew chord, smacking now and then into the reception desk. On the other end, an unfamiliar voice was still going on about room assignments and forms. Henry heard none of it over the roar of blood in his ears. His legs had folded under him and were starting to go numb. The hand he held pressed to his stomach was hot, though, and slick. If he looked down, he knew, in an academic, distant sort of way, that he’d see his own blood. Too much. There was too much of it. Every breath seemed to pump out more. Every beat of his heart worked against him. His head lolled against the wood panel at his back. He’d only had a brief, wavering glimpse at the reception desk. Now the rest of the lobby came into view, outdated and wrong, with a rug that surely gathered dust and a light fixture that likely used up more power than was necessary. His vision swam. He blinked, but the wavering shadows remained. It took him a moment to grasp that he wasn’t imagining it. Someone, something else was alive in here. “H-hello!” Henry called out. He tried to shout, but he couldn’t summon enough breath for that, so it came out as more of a whisper. |