Who: Geoff and Ali When: Friday afternoon Where: St. Mungo's - Ali's room What: Reunion Rating: Language Status: In-progress
Geoff had been in the hospital for almost two weeks. He didn't remember a lot. There'd been explosions and curses thrown around and then he'd been hit by something and hit his head. The Healers said he was lucky to have made it out of the ordeal alive. It was strange, really, but he didn't remember much and it was starting to frustrate him. They'd told him his name. Geoffrey Chaucer Hooper. He'd just stared at them, blankly. He couldn't remember his name or his birthday but there were bits and pieces of his life that flashed around his head. Red and gold banners. He'd been in Gryffindor at Hogwarts. Long, brunette hair. Drinking ale. Paperwork. The Ministry of Magic. Being an Auror. It was hard to place it all and they'd been working on his memory for a while now but there was still a lot of blockage. However, he was finally given leave to actually leave the Spell Damage ward and it was nice to walk around and actually see something other than some mental witch or wizard babbling on about toe nails or crusty bread. He was frustrated and apparently, Geoff did not handle frustration well. His temper was short and he felt incredibly annoyed.
The Healers had handed him the Prophet, hoping names and faces would help trigger some of the forgotten memories. A picture of a brunette, smiling, her arm thrown around a tall blond had caught his eye. Alicia. It had opened a floodgate of memories. Alicia had helped him remember. He wasn't clear on all of it. Not yet but he remembered their time together. Being with her and how happy it had made him. Her sarcasm, her love. He had loved her. Still, there was something of a veil between him and his emotions that he couldn't quite connect to. But as he read over the article, he felt himself growing angry. He had loved this woman and she had tried to commit suicide. Cold, fury rushed through him and he stared, angrily, at the article. They had told him what happened that night. How many people had died. Drew, his best friend. But, he hadn't connected to that yet. He couldn't really remember Drew. He felt sad that someone had died but he didn't know how to feel for Andrew Kirke. But Alicia Spinnet? Fear and anger filled him. Fear, because she was the first person he remembered. Anger? Well, anger because she'd done something so stupid.
The Healers hadn't really wanted him leaving. It wasn't known that he was alive, other than to his mother. She'd been bothering him for days and it was getting on his nerves. He was tired of sitting in his room... the spell damage ward. They'd finally relented, hoping nobody would recognize him. So, Geoff got dressed, something he was glad he was allowed to do, and headed to the psychiatric ward. Alicia was here. At St. Mungo's and he was going to figure all of this out and fast. It wasn't hard to find out where Alicia was. A famous Quidditch player attempting to off herself was topic of conversation. He headed down the hall, keeping an eye out for healers and the like. Opening the door, he stepped inside, staring at her, trying to connect with his memories. Geoff took her in, noting the pale skin, dark brown hair. She looked thin. But, part of him remembered that she'd always been thin.