WHO: Drew Kirke and Mandy Brocklehurst WHAT: Realizations, etc. WHERE: Drew's House County Cork, Ireland WHEN: Late Wednesday Night RATING: Language, Snogging, TBD STATUS: In progress
Mandy was tired. She'd headed straight to St. Mungo's and handed the potion over to the head of the research division. He'd had a huge smile for her and then he made her head into Katie Bell's room. She'd volunteered for the whole trial and error process and Mandy had watched from the corner. She wasn't overly familiar with Katie. She knew of her, of course. She was, after all, a friend of Drew's and Katie had always been nice and polite. She'd always thought the tall blonde was very pretty but right now? Merlin. She didn't look like the witch she'd seen in Quidditch Weekly. Pale, drawn and skinny beyond belief, Mandy had stared, somewhat in shock and the rapid deterioration that she'd gone through. Of course, she heard Katie had other issues as well but Mandy was convinced this would help the one at hand. They administered it in her IV and Katie had dozed right off. If it worked properly, the patient would hopefully stay unconscious for most of it. It would be painful and hellish but the potion would eat away at the magical viral strain and kill it properly. Katie had gone right off and her body twitched and the shudders that went through the poor girl were painful to watch. Ducking out of the room, unable to meet anyone's gaze, Mandy hoped this worked. She'd spent hours isolating the virus from Roger and Jack's blood and had worked herself into a state of exhaustion.
It wasn't until she was home and in her pajamas that she realized what Drew was getting at in the journals. She'd been snuggled under the covers with Hesper, hoping he'd be home soon when the subtext of his text penetrated her mind. Sitting up in bed, Mandy picked up her journal and read over it, feeling a sense of panic shoot over her. He didn't want to come home... and he didn't want he around. Her heart started pounding. It hurt. He couldn't leave her. Not now. Not ever. She didn't want him to. Throwing the covers over the cat, Mandy slipped her feet into a pair of wellies and headed out the door, wand in her hand. She apperated straight to the Leaky, hopped in the Floo and ended up in a small Wizard pub that Drew had taken her to when they'd been there last. She fixed his place in her mind and disapperated, landing with a jolt on his back lawn in her pajamas and boots. Bugger. She'd been hoping to make it to the front. Glancing around, trying to get her bearings, it was after sunset and dark but the moon was bright and she caught sight of a lone figure on the top of the hill.
Trudging over, Mandy stared at him, her heart racing. She wasn't sure if the sweaty palms and the headache were from her lack of sleep or the nerves she felt over seeing him. She didn't want him to be out of her life. Ever. She could hear someone in the house, singing and Mandy's heart raced some more. It was probably his gran. She didn't say anything, Mandy sat down next to him, bringing her knees to her chest, resting her cheek on her knee as she looked at him. Reaching out, she took his hand in hers. "I love you," she said, simply. She wasn't sure if it helped or made things worse but it was true and she'd felt that way for a while. They'd been at this for months now and she did love him.