Harry Potter (marked_to_live) wrote in impetuousrpg, @ 2011-10-21 23:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: harry potter, char: marcus flint |
Who: Harry Potter and OPEN
When: Friday night
Where: ST. Mungo's.
What: Waiting is the hardest part...
Rating: TBD
Status: Ongoing and public
Harry sat with his hands clasped in front of him in that absurdly uncomfortable chair. It was far too lumpy, it itched, and he was pretty sure it was sagging on one side. It wasn't really meant for being sat in for such a length of time, that was pretty obvious. Yet, even though the seat was likely ruining his lumbar support, it had become a kind of home for him now. He had books on the little table next to him, along with his bag and papers on the floor in front of that table. He had meant to bring things with him to help 'pass the time', but the feeling never really came to him.
Fact was, he was almost certain he'd been in that same position since Ginny was brought here. He still wore the same grey shirt, and pair of jeans he'd been wearing when he rushed to St. Mungo's. He had a bit of a stubble of growth forming where a beard might be, as he hadn't bothered taking the time to change. He'd showered, because the healers there had told him to use one of the facilities there at the hospital. The Weasleys and Hermione came and went, doing their own little routines necessary to help keep their minds occupied. He figured they were never really far, he knew that they frequented the cafeteria. He knew this because Ron had brought him some Shepard's Pie, which he'd managed a few bites of, and Hermione had brought him things as well. Though far healthier. No one really said anything, though; no one knew what to say, how to make it better.
Harry was only vaguely aware of their existence though. It wasn't as if he didn't care, he just couldn't pry his attention from the door that housed the most important person in his life. At the moment, he was semi-aware that he was alone at the moment. The family was probably grabbing dinner together, had they invited him? He was pretty sure they had, but he had turned them down.
While Harry waited, he stared at the wand in his hands that was rolling between them as he clasped them. Nothing, no one, was getting through that door unless he permitted it was all he figured. He heard steps, and looked up when a healer approached. He offered a faint smile, and thank you when she handed him some hot tea.
He sighed, and looked back at the door. The world seemed not the same, it seemed far scarier than before. It was more dangerous. He felt his grip on that wand tighten, hard, and he made sure to set the tea down so as not to break the cup. He would not leave that seat though, no matter how uncomfortable it was.