Cassiopeia Black (cassiopeiablack) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2013-10-13 18:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !log, ~2013 october, ~25 points, ~~cassiopeia black (cassiopeiablack), ~~marius black (marius_black) |
Who: Cassiopeia and Marius
What: A chance meeting
Where: In town
When: Today
Warnings: TBD
There was only so long that Cassiopeia could hide her illness. She'd bought the medicines, she'd told Lucrezia Borgia so that if anything went awfully wrong there was at least one person who knew the detail, and she was staying out of the apartment as much as she could so that Pollux wouldn't note the tell-tale pattern of coughing. There came a point, though, where it wouldn't be enough. Cassi knew it. She knew also how likely it was that Pollux was already aware of her condition, but so long as the two of them maintained the polite fiction that it wasn't happening, she didn't have to worry about it.
She was out today, then, heavy winter robes and a lined cloak both over her day dress - she'd taken Pollux's warning about not relying too much on heating spells to heart. The truth was that Cassi always took Pollux seriously, even when she was arguing with him. She'd disagree with him until he walked off and ignored her, but his words tended to stay with her. Especially here. Here, he was all she had to rely on, and that meant that they had to be in agreement where it mattered.
Cassiopeia had decided against the theater today. She enjoyed it, much as Max Cartamandua-Celestine had thought she might. It had disappointed her that he hadn't taken her hint and invited her to go along with him, but not by very much and not for very long. She could go just as well by herself; there weren't many people, as he'd said, and it wasn't so very far from home. It wasn't a place she ought to go when afflicted with such a cough as she was, though, and so today she'd only been walking around the shops, picking out a few groceries and looking at all the odd muggle gadgets. She still couldn't tell what half of them were for, although she could make the washing machine work well enough.
Perhaps inevitably, after all that walking, Cassi began to tire. That was the way of her illness, too, it made her weary even from everyday things, and more severely than she ought to be. She could ignore it, but if she did she'd start to feel dizzy before too long. She certainly didn't want to faint in front of all these muggles! If it got any worse, she decided, she'd apparate home. Before it was bad enough that she didn't trust herself to. Pollux had been quite plain in warning her of the dangers of splinching. There wasn't a healer here to help her if that should ever happen. It would be awful, to put it mildly, and so Cassi was very careful not to apparate unless she was as certain as she could be of it working properly.
She sat down, then, on a bench, with her basket full of groceries on her lap, and watched the other shoppers go by. Just a few minutes and then she'd have recovered her strength. Only the few minutes stretched to a few more, and then Cassi was struck again by the cough, which cared nothing for poor timing. She clutched her cloak tighter around her with one hand, and reached for her handkerchief with the other, knowing that all she could do would be to wait there until the episode had passed.