Who: Valentina Proudfoot and Open (either in Tavia's room or after she leaves) When: Monday, November 6th Where: St. Mungo's What: Visiting her now-comatose sister Rating: Low?
As soon as she'd seen the message from Charlie Weasley, Valentina's body had gone cold with fear. What the bloody hell had happened? The answer to that lay in the public back-and-forth between Charlie and Fred, and the chill in her quickly turned to a burning rage only mildly mitigated by the clear fury Charlie felt over the situation and his refusal to let Fred off the hook.
Her takeaway from those conversations was that the Weasley family was a bloody mess.
Though she couldn't say she completely disagreed with Fred, just the part where her sister was hurt because of it.
Still, she didn't waste time after writing a quick note back to Charlie before she was off to the hospital, going through reception and heading up to Tavia's room. For a while, she simply sat next to the bed silently, her hand holding Tavia's still one. The last thing she'd said to her sister had been a bloody lecture on how terrible their father was, and she hated herself for it. Why hadn't she been more understanding, more compassionate? She'd known how much Tavia worshiped Max, she should have come at it from a different angle.
She couldn't change the past, though, so she pushed the thought away.
After going through her journal again and writing another reply to Charlie, she tucked the book away and slipped onto the bed with her still sister, laying on her side next to her. They were both small enough that there was plenty of room, and she was situated so she could still see the door in case someone came in.
"I'm so sorry this happened to you, Tav," she said softly, holding her sister's hand again and lifting it up to rest both on Tavia's stomach. "I don't know if you can here me, but I'm sorry for a lot of things. I'm sorry for not confiding in you the things going on in my life, for not trusting you would keep my secrets. I'm sorry the last time we talked we were arguing. I love you, Tavia, and you're going to be fine," she promised, though she couldn't know for sure how true that actually was.
Like Charlie had said, who knew how Tavia would feel about things once she woke up.
Val stayed there a little bit longer before she slipped back off the bed, curling up in the chair next to it again. She would have to leave eventually, but it might not be until they kicked her out.