gryffinrebel (gryffinrebel) wrote in snitchers, @ 2017-08-10 17:59:00 |
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Honestly, El was zero percent surprised by the outcome of the Rebel meeting, though part of her was a little annoyed that they were keeping the same name. It was true, it sounded like they were doing something wrong, and every time she heard it she wasn't surprised that the magical community at large saw them as something negative. But she had cast her vote, participated, and really, she couldn't do much else besides grumble under her breath at the outcome. And after talking with her Uncle not long ago, she couldn't fight the reality that she was getting a bit homesick. That wasn't to say she was coming to regret her decision. Really it was quite the opposite, and a particular individual might have been a lot of the reason for that sort of mindset, but that was neither here nor there. But it did hold true that she wished she could see her cat, and the only real family member she had left...
Though it was also an utterly terrible idea, Helen had taken to wandering by herself, without telling anyone where she was going. She liked to clear her head, and disappear in the crowds of muggles and pretend, if only for a moment, she belonged. If the world were a different place, this would be her actual reality. While Helen loved the magical world, she loved the muggle world just as much. It had been what her parents raised her in, what she knew, and even after graduating Hogwarts, had they been alive, she would have returned here. There was no doubt in her mind...
So returning to her roots was therapeutic, and bringing along another rebel just felt... wrong. That would defeat the entire purpose. And it wasn't as though she was doing anything stupid. She was just... walking. Wandering around stores, parks, a museum here and there. But it was getting late, and she knew that eventually, someone would notice her absence. But in order to apparate back to where she was staying, she'd have to get away from the heart of the city. Following along with a crowd, Helen finally made her way towards a less busy area, waiting patiently to cross the street. Once the walk sign lit up, she grabbed her journal, considering writing to Neville to ask him if he wanted anything to eat.
She barely heard the squeal of the tire as the drunk driver slammed on their breaks after running a red light. She looked up just in time to see the bright headlights as the car collided with her. The fear that shot through her at the sight nearly stopped her heart right then, the explosion that killed her parents playing out across the front of her mind, filling her with fear and dread. But it was only for a moment. After that, everything went black.
Was she dead? The thought, while terrifying, was oddly peaceful at the same time. It would mean no more fighting, no more running, no more missing the two people in the world she wanted to see most. Would she get to finally see their faces? Merlin, it felt like so long. Even with the pictures, it sometimes felt as though they were fading in her mind. Each memory degrading more and more. The details slowly slipping away as though they were sand in the palm of her hand, slowly sliding through her fingers...
And then she felt it. A horrible pain, loud sirens, screaming people. Someone was saying something, but she couldn't open her eyes, she didn't want to answer. She just wanted it to stop, wanted it all to go away... Her eyes snapped open though, a stranger hunched over her, causing her to shy away. But the mere movement made her whine out in pain, the ground slick with something warm and sticky beneath her.
"Ma'am, please, don't move. Everything is going to be alright. We're here to help. What is your name? Can you tell me that? Your name?" For a moment she stayed silent as everything began to spin, her vision narrowing, everything got became further and further way. "Helen... my name..."