Who: Ginny Weasley and Lily Luna Potter What: Checking in on the patient Where: Alastor Moody's Home for the invalid When: Friday Morning Why: Because Ginny needs company and Lilu needs to check on her mum Rating: Lowish. Ginny's mouth is not something for children to be listening to. Status: Incomplete
Sleep had helped. A bit anyway. It had taken several attempts before she finally caved and asked for dreamless sleep potion because the initial nightmares had been completely awful and she wasn't sure she'd be able to take them. She hated taking potions if she could help it, but she knew she needed to sleep if she was ever going to get better and so she had to do something. She couldn't take the visions of death and blood and Tom Riddle and snakes weaving in and out of her sub-conscious.
The morning was bright and while she still felt a bit like she had been used as a bludger in Quidditch practice and like she could sick up at any moment, but it was considerably better than convulsing and seeing things that just couldn't be there.
"Ow...Ow fuckity." She muttered to herself, trying to figure out what time it was, where she was and who all was around. The memories from the past week were all still jumbled and messy and she was still having trouble separating the real from the unreal. "Fucking ow!" So she still couldn't sit up on her own apparently. Her arm was badly hurt but she still wasn't entirely sure what had happened to it. Just that it was bandaged so much she was concerned about ending up in one of those tombs that Bill used to crack curses for.