Gabriel Truman (healertruman) wrote in plagued_logs, @ 2015-09-25 14:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, 1998 september, andrew selwyn, gabriel truman |
Who: Gabe and Andy
When: Friday afternoon
Where: The courtyard
What: Anything goes
Rating: TBD
While he wouldn't claim that the walls were closing in, Gabriel could admit to feeling the beginnings of claustrophobia. He hadn't left the castle in days, and though the set of rooms he'd taken up with Benjy were infinitely better than the dormitories, it was past time for some fresh air. The quarantine meant there would be no quick trips to the shore or his home in the south. There was only the castle and the woods and the pitch, bordered by the dark, cold waters of the lake, then the unreachable hills and glens beyond. It was those he gazed at, his large frame tucked into a space that barely held him: an open archway along the stone wall that delineated the courtyard. He felt it was safer, perhaps, than anywhere else, so long as he was alone.
He had a book with him, but hadn't opened it yet. Things seemed to have quieted down in regard to the virus, which hopefully meant figuring it out. Stopping its spread, and if they were lucky (they needed some luck, he thought to himself), reversing its effects. He didn't want to imagine the consequences, if that wasn't possible. Those affected would be cut off in many ways from the world they knew, if not completely. Gabe thought he could survive, but then, he'd grown up in the muggle world. The most time he spent away from it had been during his Healer training, and even then, he made it home for numerous holidays and birthdays.
Promises of protection from Death Eaters sat sour and hollow at the back of his awareness. Given his treatment at their hands the previous year, he sincerely doubted anything would change. If a thing seemed too good to be true, it likely was. Benjy's voice piped up at that like a second conscience, reminding him that that could apply to a great number of things. Gabe refused to acknowledge the truth of it, because people were capable of change. He had to believe in that.
In the meantime, he just needed to breathe.