WHO: Grace Jordan & Lee Jordan. WHAT: Lee is (affectionately) scolded by Grace after he wakes up. WHEN: May 25. WHERE: St. Mungo's. WARNINGS: None.
Grace shifted in her crappy Mungo’s seat and swore when the muscles that had basically atrophied screamed in protest. Her shoulder, though healed, was the worst of it, enough that she’d have to flag it for the trainer once the new season started. If one started.
She supposed that was a possibility now; a whole lot of the world had become possible again in a span of just a few bloodied hours.
None of it mattered to Grace if Lee didn’t wake up.
Idiot.
Grace smoothed a crease in the bed sheets, keeping herself occupied lest she give in and squeeze his hand. She hadn’t touched him, couldn’t, she didn’t want to somehow hurt him any more than she already had.
“You look like shit,” she tried in the silence as she had for the past few days. “Ingrid tried to take a few pictures, make it your dating profile. I confiscated her phone.”
Nothing.
She smoothed down another crease and fought a smile. “Told her to wait until she could get one in your gown, ass hanging out.”
Lee's eyes fluttered open, immediately scanning the room for who was around. He smiled at his sister, happy to see her and chuckled momentarily, her words from seconds earlier registering in his head slowly but surely. "That might get me more matches, though," he attempted to croak out, as he attempted to sit up, using his arms to support.
Momentarily shocked, Grace’s mouth worked soundlessly, the sheets fisted so tightly in her hand they almost tore.
“I — don’t,” she snapped, half standing, fingers gripping his shoulders to pin him back down to the bed before she realized she’d moved. “Don’t you dare, you might ruin all that hard work they did and I’ll have to sit here for another 2 days. Lee,” she swallowed. “Sorry, shit. How are you feeling? Should I get a healer?”
Lee groaned, though not entirely sure whether it was because of Grace's insistence or because of his own body protesting at moving to a different angle. "I'm fine," he tried to insist as he whined, but Lee gave up quickly thereafter, figuring he should just stay still. "No, no, don't get a Healer, I'm fine." He nodded, and finally looking at Grace.
"Hey, you. How did everything… uh, go?"
“Go?” Grace gave him an incredulous look, and continued to fuss over him anyway, heart so full and tight in her chest she felt like it would burst from anxiety or relief.
“You mean, aside from the part where you jumped in front of knives for me?” the look turned pointed and forbidding before she settled heavily back into her chair. “We won,” she added after a moment and sighed. “Harry killed him. It’s over.”
"I didn't," Lee began to protest but he quit his whining immediately, hearing the second portion of that. His eyes widened a bit, but he couldn't really believe it. It's not as though Grace had any reason to fabricate it but still. "Holy shit," he stated, his voice resigned. "Holy shit." Lee finally let himself smile.
Grace couldn’t help but smile with him. Her brother, who had bravely risked everything to rid Voldemort for good. She reached over and after a moment of hesitation squeezed his hand. “Holy shit,” she agreed. “Feels… weird doesn’t it.”
He instinctively squeezed back and nodded, almost unable to wrap his head around this fact. How had it all gone down? How had Harry managed to do this? His smile widened and Lee was actively grinning now. "So weird," Lee stated, a chuckle escaping from his lips. "How is everyone??" Lee asked, enthusiastically. "I mean, our side, anyway."
“Good, for the most part. Shocked. Some injuries here and there. Fred just woke up actually,” there was an explanation there that needed to be given, but she’d allow his friends to do that. “Did it one full day sooner than you.”
"Good, I'll bother the git later," he responded, with a big grin. Lee looked at his sister and he tried to observe her, tried to read her expression. But whether it was because he still felt a bit hazy or because he couldn't quite tell right now, he wanted to ask her anyway. "And you're okay, right? I mean, all things considered…"
Grace made an annoyed sound and squeezed his hand again. “You pointlessly worrying about me is what got you into this mess Lee. I’m fine. Honestly, you’re awake now, I’m bloody perfect.”
She studied their hands and found herself leaning forward onto the bed. “Just...don’t do that to me again. I don’t care what sharp object is flying at me, please,” she inhaled shakily. “Don’t do that to me again.”
"I'm always going to want to protect you, Grace!" Lee protested. "But I'll be a little more careful, if it happens again, I promise."
“That’s my job, I’m the older sister,” she reached over and pressed a fierce kiss to his head, blinking away any tears. “But I am proud of you, self sacrifice bit aside.” And so relieved that Lee had a future free from all of this; it was what she’d have given her own life for. She smiled.
“I love you, idiot.”
"Love you too, big sister of mine," he replied back, letting his arm reach around Grace and pulling her into a big hug.