Who: Delia Avery and whoever wants to join in!
What: Delia is waking up in St.Mungo's after being pulled through the tear.
When: 10 January 2000
Rating/Status: Low/In-Progress



It was so...dark. The weight of it throbbed behind her eyes, painful with each beat. harder and harder until it seemed unbearable. Where had the quiet gone? The stillness had been a peace beyond the fear. Why could her body not let her go? Her mind already wandered, trying hard to escape the confines of its inferior cage. And now the pounding had returned. The horrible, insistent pounding, and for a moment she wanted to yell out for it to stop and let her be. Why couldn't it just leave her to the silence?

And then there was light, though she couldn't open her eyes yet to find it. It streamed through the darkness, and she wanted to blink it away, and go back to sleep. She was so very tired. But nothing would go away again, and the more she willed it to, the more intrusive it became. The voices floated in and out like lost souls in a storm. Like demons come to carry her away. She couldn't make out the words, but she wanted to find them. They were so thick in the fog of her mind, but slowly she was reaching out. If only she could just...grab them.

On the bed Delia's fingertips twitched, contracting into a fist and her lips parted in a hoarse whimper. It was the first sign of true response, and somewhere in the rest of the haze monitors skipped beats, speeding up to the same pace of the horrible pounding. The tempo of her life seemed crazed, and it pushed against her chest with such anxiety that the tiny girl sat straight in the bed with a gasping pant, eyes wild and frightened as they shot around and squinted at the unfamiliar, cold room, too bright for her tired eyes still.