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Ernest (Ernie/Ern) Macmillan (ernsthename) wrote in pandorarpg,
@ 2011-10-23 23:54:00

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!status: complete, ^date: october 31 2003, character: ernie macmillan, character: hannah abbott

Characters: Hannah Abbott and Ernie Macmillan
Setting: Hannah's place; October 31, 01:20
Content: Worksafe. Just a bit violent though.
Summary: Another bad night.

It hadn't taken long for Ernie to drift off to sleep once he put his head down onto his pillow. It wasn't long after he'd come upstairs to Hann's place, which wasn't too long after he had left work. He was a bit worried about the festivities tomorrow, but it was in his nature to worry--that was what made him good at what he did.

At one point though, the usual non-sensical, non-memorable dreams formed into something more real. He had no idea of how he had gotten there, but he was on the ground, his breathing was rapid and hoarse, and as he struggled to get onto his feet, he noticed a spray of blood on the ground. And then it hit him, a curse from a figure in shadow in the corner of the room that had deeply gouged his flesh of his chest. "What are you--?" It became apparent then, he saw a mean-hearted smile from the corner where the witch was. He moved quickly to draw his wand with his right hand, when a curse had hit that too, and his skin was slowly flayed from this arm. His wand made a clear clatter on the cold floor. "Merlin," he gasped in a terror that wasn't usual for Ern. He had never lacked control as he had here. He saw the witch raise her wand again. He turned and tried to run in the other direction but something bit his heel so that he fell into a heap forward.

He wondered whether anyone knew where he was right now, and wondered how he had gotten here. It must've been a mission gone wrong. Maybe his squad had gone to get help--or maybe they had suffered a similar fate. For a brief moment he wondered whether Hann knew where he was, he probably wouldn't have alerted her of his fieldwork, so she wouldn't.

He looked up to see a shaded figure, a menacing grin, a raised wand. "No, no, no," he pleaded with himself, with the witch, trying to raise himself up--but dropping when another curse hit him, tearing flesh from his bones.

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about_abbott
2011-10-24 04:55 am UTC (link)

After they'd come upstairs, Ern had headed straight to the bed room. As much as she wanted to know more about the days events at the Ministry, Hannah knew that he needed his sleep. She gave him a quick kiss before turning to tidy up any residual mess from Justin's earlier visit, including making sure her dress was properly hung.

By the time she made it into the bedroom Ernie was sound asleep. He looked so peaceful and Hannah gave a sigh of relief as she changed into her night clothes and climbed into the bed beside him. Soon, she too was deep asleep.

Hannah had been sleeping so comfortably, she didn't consciously catch the first few twists and turns that Ernie made while he slept. But then he called out, terror evident in the spoken word. Hannah's eyes snapped open as his voice replaced the pleasantness of the dream she'd been having.

"Ernie," she sat half up, her foot glancing his as she did so, and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Baby, wake up." She could tell he was having another nightmare because he'd broken out into a sweat just like the night before. When he began to beg in his sleep, it became apparent to her that he was suffering similar terrors as the night before. "Ernie, I'm here, wake up," she plead tears forming in the corners of her eyes as concern for him took over.

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ernsthename
2011-10-24 06:09 am UTC (link)

The image of his own blood and a wicked smile imprinted itself in Ernie's mind when he suddenly startled awake. It was just a dream, but he hadn't felt that afraid for his own life. His heart was pounding in his ears, and he was drenched with sweat, his breathing had quickened.

"Hannah," he gasped, suddenly feeling the bed under him, the warmth of the covers. It was a dream. A bad dream--although he'd consider bad an understatement--he couldn't even really imagine that he had it in him to come up with these horrid visions. He was confused and disoriented at first, but recognized that he was at Hann's place.

"It was a dream, again," he said once he had calmed down and sat up in bed. He quickly noticing that Hann had tears in her eyes. "Did you have a dream again?" He asked, his concern quite apparent in his voice.

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about_abbott
2011-10-24 01:19 pm UTC (link)

The dream Hannah was having would have left her with a sad longing whenever she awoke had Ernie's crying out not done so. She had been shopping for a wedding dress with her mother, something Hannah would never have the opportunity to do. Not that it was something she would likely be doing anytime soon.

As he woke, Hannah pulled her hand back from his shoulder. Something told her that keeping contact as he figured out where he was could trigger an adverse reaction seeing as she didn't know exactly what it was he had dreamt. She didn't even know exactly what he'd dreamt the night before as he'd not told her any part of the dream. It was likely he wouldn't do the same now. Hannah knew that he would keep it from her because he didn't want her to worry, but two terrors in a row started turning the divination gears in her head. Especially after seeing Bianca the day before and knowing that the other put more stock in dreams than she did any other type of divination.

"No," she debated whether to tell him the contents of the dream. Of course doing so would likely serve to just add to how freaked out he was. No bloke wanted to hear that a girl was dreaming about wedding dresses when he was obviously perfectly happy with where their relationship stood at the moment. "I was dreaming about spending time with Mum," would be the answer that would suffice. "I'm just worried about you," she sat up in the bed beside him.

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ernsthename
2011-10-24 10:29 pm UTC (link)

At Hann's mention of her mum, Ern looked at her with concern but decided against pursuing it any further. He suspected that she'd probably feel frustrated with him changing the subject once more.

"I--I'm better now that I know that it was just a dream," Ernie said, starting to feel his heart rate going down. He reached over to smooth Hannah's hair from her face with his fingers. "I just need to remember it's just a dream. It's probably something I ate, being too stressed out, or some memory from work." The latter part was something of a lie as this wasn't something he could actually say he remembered. "I'm alright though. So don't worry."

Even the most gruesome cases he had faced weren't as disturbing as this. The killing curse was typically not as gruesome as this.

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about_abbott
2011-10-25 12:33 am UTC (link)

Hannah could feel that he was still trembling slightly when he reached out to brush the hair away from her face. "It was more than a dream," she insisted. No regular nightmare would upset a person as much as whatever Ernie had seen in his sleep. "You used the something we ate excuse last night and you're always stressed from work." She crossed her arms and stared at him. Why wouldn't he trust her? "You are not alright," she told him point blank as she climbed out of the bed.

"I'm going to get some tea. Do you want some?" She headed out of the bedroom without another word. Her heart breaking and she didn't think she could handle being lied to anymore at the moment. She knew Ernie thought he was protecting her from things when in reality it hurt her to know he wouldn't share everything with her. Not that she thought he should, but this, whatever it was, was something important.

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ernsthename
2011-10-25 02:58 am UTC (link)

"I'm alright," Ernie said, after Hannah. "I probably should try to get back to sleep. I need to be up bright and early tomorrow for work. Just don't stay up too late--or worry about me. I'll be alright. It's just a dream."

He watched her as she left the room, feeling at least somewhat guilty about not telling her, but feeling terrified of what he had actually dreamt of overrid the more subtle sensation of guilt. Maybe I'll let her know if I find out a bit more about this, he thought to himself. He made a mental note to contact Pucey when he had the time to do so, and reclined back onto his pillow. He couldn't sleep though, and had taken to thinking about details of the dream...

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about_abbott
2011-10-25 03:48 am UTC (link)

Hannah could have smacked herself for leaving her wand on the bedside table. She really hadn't wanted a glass of tea, it had been an excuse to step away. An excuse that she'd hoped he'd have taken as an opportunity to come away from a less intimate setting where they could actually have a real conversation. However, he made it obvious that he didn't care to tell her the truth. In response she wanted to yell and scream and break things, but she wouldn't because she had no wand to cast a silencing charm and he needed to sleep.

Instead, she walked over to the couch and buried her face in one of the throw pillows and began to sob.

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