Jemma Byrne (corrected) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2014-07-28 11:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | x-marlene mckinnon, x-sirius black |
WHO: Marlene and Sirius
WHAT: Old friends with new truths
WHERE: Marlene's room at the hospital/infirmary
WHEN: July 28th, afternoon
Hospitals were awful. The last time Marlene had been in one, she'd had a bit of wood sticking out of her stomach from a duel gone horribly wrong. And the time before that, it had been to identify what had been left of her parents and baby brother during her last year of school. The hospital had a smell to it, not the same one as muggle ones, but it still had a very clean and very heavy musk to it that she had always assumed was death or potions or maybe blood. But now she'd smelled death and blood, and she knew that wasn't it.
The bed was comfortable, and the blankets over her legs were heavy and gave a good, weighted feel to it all. Her arms were wrapped from her knuckles to her elbows in white cotton that had a particularly minty smell to it. In her world, she was never bandages up. Her arms bled and never healed, because you can't heal if you're dead. The nose had healed, but she looked banged up still. Her clothes were made up of a man's black tee that had been magically elongated to go down to her knees, and her hair was up in a knot at the top of her head. It was hard to read books when her arms could barely lift one, and people were busy doing... things. Stuff. What not. Marlene wouldn't know, she' d spent less than an hour in the town before going to the hospital, and less than a day had passed before the magic had gone bonkers.
And the worst part was that even withe the journal to talk to people, not one person would talk to her. No one had the decency or the balls to inform her of her fate, and that was terrifying to her. Did she die? Or did something more horrible happen, because no one would be this cagey about her fate if it was her getting old and fate with babies and a husband she didn't leave in the middle of a war because she couldn't deal with either making a widower or being a widow. So when Sirius Black, blunt and honest Sirius Black, showed up, she felt some hope.
Which was why she was fixated on the door to her room, waiting to see if he came in.
"You're supposed to bring flowers to people in the hospital."