madam_poppy (madam_poppy) wrote in platform_zero, @ 2017-08-28 09:00:00 |
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Current music: | Army of Me - Bjork |
Entry tags: | gideon prewett, poppy pomfrey |
Who: Poppy Pomfrey, Gideon Prewett, mentions of Ernie
When: Evening, August 25-Morning August 28
Where: Cave, then Hospital
What: Poppy returns
Rating/Status: PG - for the pic under the cut, language, Ongoing
It was bloody stupid, that’s what it was!!! Or more like she felt bloody stupid. Even with the warnings that Alice issued about the lights. For some reason on Friday evening, Poppy was at the school very late - she’d slept all day with it being her day off, and worked on lesson plans in the evening - and planned to stay up during the night at the hospital.
All of that went awry when the fog was thicker that night, as if it had renewed force after the sun had tried to poke through, and it seemed to envelope her. No matter what she did, which directional, light or wind spell she tried, nothing cut the fog and she was led away to a cave and that’s where she had stayed. There was much cursing of one’s self and her pride was more than wounded. Poppy considered herself an intelligent woman, and to have this happen, it was a tremendous blow and she’d spent far too much time wondering if she came off this stupid to everyone else she’d encountered on the island and maybe why she had so few people she considered a friend, even less that she could truly depend on. With very few exceptions, they all had family, or at least one friend - even with Albus there, he was much younger and didn’t know her as well as his future self did. It was all belittling, lonely and infuriating. She’d even screamed out of frustration having left or forgotten her journal back at her cot.
Saturday and Sunday came and went and the fog had dissolved Saturday morning showing her a view of the island. The landscape was much different than what she’d seen at ground level. There was a definite chance she could get back, but she didn’t want to tread blindly without a plan, or at night. So she waited, looked out during the day between sleeping and tried to plot a course back to the village. Poppy took it easy, not exerting too much energy and biding her time. She stayed hydrated and lit a fire at night, watching and waiting for the opportune moment when she thought to give it another go during the very early morning on Monday. That had worked despite the trip needing a great deal of effort with Poppy being both mentally and physically exhausted. However, she was on the outskirts of the village when a vine wrapped around her ankle, tripping her up and when she’d turned to cast a slicing spell, another vine whipped across her neck.
The hot flood of fresh blood cascaded down her neck, soaking the front of her flannel shirt, but she was relieved. It meant that the artery hadn’t been cut, otherwise the spray would have been much stronger and would be pulsing out with the beating of her heart. She knew and performed a quick spell on herself to stop the bleeding, then the slicing charm which freed the vine from her leg.
Everything was hazy from the blood loss, but she’d had enough strength to crawl through the mud and into where the huts were - some of them still uninhabited. Poppy was breathing hard and tried her best to stand and get to herself to the hospital, where there would be supplies so she could clean and heal the wound on her neck. There was no helping it though, Poppy stumbled along, everything blurred, even the familiar voice urging her to let him help echoed like she was under water. “...m’fine, have to get… hospital…”