Narrative: Results WHO: Felicity Bainbridge WHEN: Sunday, a few hours after this WHERE: The Infirmary
The encounter with Lucia had put Felicity on edge. During breakfast she ate a little bit and Galad asked if she was alright. She put on a smile and said she was just feeling a little distracted. She even added a "because of you" bit to the end to throw him off. She wasn't lying to him about being distracted but she was about why. She didn't want to worry him. Not until she confirmed a fear that was rising up in her stomach and left her breakfast mostly uneaten. Galad was off to do something with Pavel (she assumed they resumed sparring) and so he set off. Felicity then made her way through the halls and to her room. It would be entirely too early for a normal test, but she knew how to cook one up with magic that could tell her immediately. Elven fertilization didn't have the same wait time as a human's.
She had to know. She couldn't wait or struggle with it. If Lucia was right . . .
Felicity typically didn't help out in the infirmary on weekends, so it would be difficult for her to explain why she was there. She found Mr. Pheres checking inventory. Sundays were slow when it came to injuries and ailments, so it was a way, more or less, to pass some time. Felicity offered to take it up for him though since she had nothing else to do. He seemed appreciative at her willingness and she suggested that he go and take a walk. She would notify him if someone showed up. She managed to not sound like she was trying to get rid of him for a while, and he took her up on her offer. Once he was gone, Felicity went to work.
All the ingredients were there. St. Margaret's could afford to do that and Mr. Pheres liked to keep things well-stocked. Students at a school for the magical and supernatural were prone to curious accidents. The spell she needed didn't require anything fancy too, so she was in luck. She gathered the items needed and then pricked her fingertip, allowing a few drops of blood to fall into the mortar. Typically her blood was a magical catalyst but this time it was going to be used for the magic to analyze the result. Felicity swallowed hard and nearly dropped the bowl onto the floor. Her breathing hitched.
"Oh, fuck."
It would take three more magical tests before she would actually believe it. By the time Mr. Pheres came back, Felicity had cleaned up her use of magic to leave no trace of it behind. She then excused herself, saying she got an important text and needed to make a phone call. She hastened away from the infirmary and the results. Except one. She kept that one in a small vial in her pocket.
Felicity struggled for air as she made her way outside and took the vial from her pocket. The liquid inside a brilliant shade of green. Positive. The result was positive.