Simon McLaggen (simonspeaks) wrote in snitchers, @ 2017-08-14 18:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: simon mclaggen |
Who: Simon McLaggen
What: A 50/50 Chance
When: Monday, August 14, Evening
Where: McLaggen Home
Status: Solo Log, Complete
Rating: Low.
Simon put the quill down on the kitchen table after he finished writing back and forth with his brother about the Arrows winning a game against the Falcons. He frowned, rubbing his head and taking a deep breath. Something felt off, kind of like when you had déjà vu and you felt like something had happened before, even when you know it hadn't. Simon felt wobbly, and like his world was off center for just a moment, but he shook his head gently and stood up from his chair.
The last week had been slow for the young man. He was released from St. Mungo's on Thursday after the healer's scan of his brain and skull finally came back relatively normal. The healer said he was incredibly fortunate that nothing worse happened to him. Simon had just been grateful to save his sister-in-law from getting too hurt. He'd taken an incredibly rough hit to the head when some of the stadium blew up around him, and he threw his lanky form over that of the slightly shorter Cho.
The bruises healed quickly, and after two days Simon was finally allowed to sleep through the night. The beautiful thing about magic, Simon had mused at the time, was that diagnostic charms were relatively non-invasive as compared to the diagnostics muggle doctors did. Simon had been able to sleep through each diagnostic charm, and had only been woken to make sure he hadn't slipped into a coma.
Once Simon was released from the hospital, his mum demanded that he come home with her to rest and heal. Simon didn't really mind, but he thought he would have been able to do everything the same at his own home. Only difference was that his mum did his laundry and cooked for him while he was home.
Simon was able to go to the game on Saturday, but he felt like he kept smelling the dust from when the Falcon's stadium blew, and he had a chalky taste in his mouth no matter how much butterbeer he drank. The sensations continued throughout the game and all the way through Monday. The only difference was that the smell from the stadium now smelled like burning rubber, and Simon couldn't find the source of it.
The smell, coupled with that feeling of familiarity sent a chill up his spine, but still Simon rose from his chair quickly to grab a glass of water and peek outside to make sure his cousins really weren't burning old tires in their part of the property. Simon froze suddenly, and his vision grayed.
"Oh, fuck." He groaned.
Simon wouldn't remember the next several minutes. But his mother, hearing her son get up from the table and wondering what he needed would tell the healers and the mediwitches exactly what happened. Simon fell over as if he had been hit by a petrificus totalus but instead of staying locked until the caster released him, his body started to shake and convulse. His voice came out like a scream torn in two, and yet muffled through clenched teeth. She tried to hold him down, to cast a diagnostic spell to see what curse he had been hit with, but it was all she could do to keep him still. In a panic she called for her husband's sister, who in turn called for a mediwizard to come and transport him to St. Mungo's once again.
Simon finally came to when he was being loaded into the floo with a man in a white robe guiding his levitating body. He wanted to ask what happened, but his words wouldn't work. His mouth moved, but he couldn't make the words come out.
"It'll be okay." The man said, with a comforting hand on his shoulder. "We're taking you to St. Mungo's. It seems you've had a seizure, and we'll be taking the best care of you we can." Simon felt confused and anxious, and he couldn't pinpoint why. He looked around for his Mum who was standing teary-eyed and being held by her sister-in-law in front of the floo.
"Mum?" Simon managed weakly before he was rushed off to the injury ward at St. Mungo's.