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erniedtmac ([info]erniedtmac) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-10-14 20:07:00

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Entry tags:character: ernie macmillan, character: zacharias smith, status: complete

Who: Ernie MacMillan & Zacharias Smith
What: A surprise visit
Where: Ernie's Flat
When: October 14, evening
Status: Closed / Ongoing




Ernie was surrounded by books and pieces of parchment, much as he had throughout most of the week, until it looked like they were covering almost every surface of the flat. He'd had a specific train of thought and had been looking up spells to support it, but almost everywhere he turned, there were dead ends.

The book in his hands looked promising, however, and he tried to temper his excitement, afraid it would be yet another dead end. But the more he read, the more it sounded right until he came across a series of statements that were exactly what he was looking for. He'd found it, and by the looks of it, it hadn't been experimented on much. This spell had such potential for the patients in his ward, particularly those who had been imprisoned by their own minds for years on end.

And this spell could possibly help!

He collected every scrap of parchment that was related to the spell and put them all together, intending to look up a thing or two on the matter before bringing it to his department head's attention. Surely they'd see the benefit of the spell and how it could help. The rest of the mess was quickly taken care of with a spell in the form of a whirlish dervish, and with a spring in his step, Ernie rose to put on the kettle.

This definitely called for some tea.


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[info]erniedtmac
2014-10-16 01:24 am UTC (link)
"Aww, I didn't know you cared, Smith," Ernie teased. "I promise, no ending up in St. Mungo's as a patient. I'd make a terrible patient, anyway."

Ernie didn't press when Zacharias took his time answering. He was long used to dealing with auror friends who didn't like to admit they were hurt and patients who were more embarrassed about the circumstances of the injury than they were about the injury itself. When Zacharias finally showed his wrist, Ernie winced at the sight of the bruising. At the very least, it looked like it must hurt.

"What were you doing? Got into a fistfight with a solid wood post?" He pulled out his wand and circled the wrist with a diagnostic spell which glowed bright yellow within seconds. "It's broken," he said simply, his eyes meeting Zacharias'. "I can cast a mending charm that should take a few minutes to do its work. You'll have to stay still, though. All right?" He always did his best to ask permission before beginning a procedure, however small.

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[info]unspeakableness
2014-10-21 01:46 am UTC (link)
"Hah. Not exactly," Zacharias said, giving Ernie a small smile. He kept his arm still as Ernie performed the spell, idly wondering about how, exactly, it worked and who invented it. Obviously it was magic, so it worked with magic, but he found there was always more to a spell than waving it off simply as magic. Maybe one day he'd look into healing magic more, even if he didn't think it'd help him be able to do more than rudementary healing. But that's why they had healers and medi-wizards and witches; someone had to be able to help those who couldn't do it themselves.

"Fuck," he muttered as he heard the diagnosis. Of course it would be broken. Of fucking course. He kept his temper under control and said, "Can't dance very well with a broken wrist." And he doubted he could cling to the wall tomorrow night, either. "But alright. I won't move," he told Ernie, again keeping his arm still. Doing so brought back memories of Quidditch and how dangerous it could be, and about how he'd taken a blow from a bludger during practise on year. He'd sworn it'd been done on purpose, though he kept his silence while Madam Pomfrey looked him over.

He kept his silence about a lot of things.

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[info]erniedtmac
2014-10-21 11:10 pm UTC (link)
"Well, we can't let you go a whole night withoug dancing, now can we." Ernie wove the spells together, enveloping Zacharias' wrist in a lavender glow; one for the bone, one for the bruising, one for pain, and one to protect the muscle and soft tissue from the bone as it healed. Healing magic for Ernie was almost like a dance in itself, the spells coming together and flowing over his patient like a symphony and pushing body parts into motion.

"So while that does its thing, what really happened? Is it anything I need to worry about it?" He smirked. "If it was a fight, I hope the other guy looks worse."

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[info]unspeakableness
2014-10-28 01:59 am UTC (link)
Zacharias watched the physical effects of the spell he could see, the way it glowed around his wrist as he felt the magic doing its job. He didn't know how Muggles survived without magic for certain things, and he knew he didn't want to find out first hand. He'd once considered going to a Muggle accident and emergency, but he didn't think it'd be worth it in the long run. There'd be too many questions from the Muggle medical staff, more than if he just went to St. Mungo's or asked Ernie for help. Although now Ernie seemed to be asking questions, and he wasn't sure he wanted to answer them.

"Naw, the other guy doesn't look worse," he said with a faint smile, keeping his eyes on the lavender light. "He mostly just grabbed my wrist after a stupid disagreement. I tried to pull one way. He pulled the other. His grip was stronger. I think our magic came into play. And.... Here I am," he said. "Nothing to worry about." He looked up at Ernie. As far as he knew, it wasn't anything to worry about it, and it was't anything he wanted Ernie -- or anyone else -- to worry about. It was just his father being disappointed in him again. Nothing new or worrisome there.

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[info]erniedtmac
2014-10-28 03:23 am UTC (link)
"Well, at least it isn't anything a little magic can't fix, not even anything overly complicated. Now if it had been a rare poison, or had been done with Dark Magic, then we'd have complications."

He tried not to worry about whoever might have been so strong to do this sort of damage with a simple grip. It did worry him, but he still tried, if only because Zacharias kept deflecting. Though maybe there was a way of letting the other man know he was open to listening without putting him on the spot quite so much.

"I don't see wrist injuries quite like this one all that often, but I remember seeing a few when I training in another ward. This woman came in with the same injury about three times in a month. I thought it was really strange - what was she doing that would have that happen? But she never answered. And then she didn't come in again, but then I saw her name in the Prophet - she'd been killed by her husband. He'd been the one who'd done it, and I don't know, maybe if I'd figured it out sooner, maybe I could have done something." He shrugged helplessly.

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[info]unspeakableness
2014-10-28 04:09 am UTC (link)
Why did Ernie have to push things? Part of him understood he was just trying to help, to make him feel comfortable, that he wasn't really pushing, not like he could. Zacharias decided he needed to figure out how to better cast healing charms or work something out with what he could do in order to avoid needing Ernie again for things like this. If nothing else, he didn't want to be put in this position again, though he also didn't want Ernie to worry.

"It could have made the husband angrier if you had done something. If the authorities had gotten involved... Maybe it would have helped. Maybe it wouldn't have. There's no way to know," Zacharias said. "And you shouldn't beat yourself up with all the what if possibilities. You can only," he glanced down then back up at Ernie, "you can only take it as a learning experience and try better next time." He wondered, then, as he had before, if St. Mungo's ever focused any of its staff training on what to do if they suspects abuse of a patient. Whether or not they did, he didn't know if it would have helped the woman Ernie spoke of. All he could do was hope the husband had been put behind bars and that he could figure out a way to heal himself if something happened in the future. He didn't think his father would kill him, however; his father still needed him. Unless his sister somehow found someone willing to take the Smith family name and she had children. He'd figure out something if that happened.

"You're a good man," he said. "I don't know that you're still focusing on it, but all you can do is try to help those who are still around."

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[info]erniedtmac
2014-10-31 12:25 am UTC (link)
"I do try to learn from it," Ernie said with a nod. "Sometimes that's all we can do when we have those cases that leave us flummoxed. I don't forget them, though. I'm not really focusing on it or beating myself up over it, but I need to remember so at least someone remembers them, remembers the truth. That and hope the next patient that comes along can trust me enough to let me in, because I can't help someone who doesn't want to let me. That's the other big lesson we learn as healers."

He clapped a hand on Zacharias' shoulder and stood up, looking at the fading of the colour around his companion's wrist. "I think I'm going to make myself a snack. Do you want anything to eat? Or maybe play a game of chess or what not?"

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[info]unspeakableness
2014-11-01 11:36 pm UTC (link)
Zacharias wouldn't have known how to let someone in even if he wanted to, whether or not he needed help. Which, he reasoned, he didn't. His father was not like that husband Ernie mentioned. His father was not a killer. His father was not abusive. His father was just strict and liked things to be a certain way. And Zacharias had a way of pushing his buttons. He'd always been able to do that. And it didn't seem to be just his father's buttons he could push, but he decided to push that all out of his mind for now, glancing down at his wrist and the fading light.

"I'm fine, thank you," he said of the offer for food. "But if I'm not interrupting, I could stay for a game of chess or something." He wasn't the best at chess by any means, but he at least wasn't an upset fifth year holding a grudge anymore. If he lost, he could lose with some dignity, especially since Ernie could have turned him away. "That is, if you're not set on getting back to your research," he said, mentally deciding to do a bit of his own to keep an eye out for Ernie's safety. In his mind, it was the least he could do for all the help Ernie had given him over the years.

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[info]erniedtmac
2014-11-02 01:43 am UTC (link)
Ernie smiled at that and bypassed the kitchen to fetch the chess board. He snagged a bag of crisps on the way back and set the board up on a table. The crisps were placed strategically so that they could be easily reached by either of them.

"I'll be white," he offered as he sat down and made his first move. "The next move is all yours."

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