Anthony Goldstein (beauboy) wrote in thispurgatory, @ 2011-07-06 18:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 1998-may, anthony goldstein, morag macdougal |
WHO: Anthony and Morag
WHEN: 3 May, early afternoon
WHERE: St Mungo's
WHAT: Anthony wakes up and asks Morag a very important (and unexpected) question
Morag didn’t know if it was just a stroke of luck or because their injuries weren’t life threatening but for whatever reason she was grateful that she and Anthony had been placed next to each other at St. Mungo’s. Whatever happened before arriving was a bit of a blur for her. They told her that when she hit her head the first time she’d suffered a pretty significant injury that she’d made worse by continuing to fight (not that she had any choice nor would she have wanted to in the first place). Seeing Anthony in pain though was really hard when they wouldn’t initially let her go to him. Now at least they were letting her sit at his bedside.
She hadn’t opened her journal yet. She wanted just a little more time thinking that everyone was alive and only hurt. It was the same reason that she hadn’t wanted to initially see her sisters she knew that they would both tell her the names of the dead and she wanted to live in ignorance just a bit more. There were five people she was most worried about now that she was sitting next to Anthony. She wasn’t ready to hear about Michael, Lisa, Padma, Tracey and Julian just yet.
Anthony started to stir from the pain potions they had him on and she gripped his hand, “Careful there. You’re broken again and I don’t want them to have to put you back together a fourth time.”
Blinking, Anthony turned his head to the sound, which seemed rather muffled but wonderfully familiar. Despite feeling fuzzy around the edges, just still hurting despite the pain potions, elation surged through him as he focused on Morag’s face. “Thank God... you’re alive...” tears of relief gathered at the edges of his eyes and he wasn’t ashamed of showing the emotion, his right hand moving to seek out hers. “Alive...” he murmured again, the sheer relief overwhelming all his pain.
She squeezed his hand, “We both are. Amazing isn’t it?”
Morag didn’t know how hard she could touch Anthony. The pain etched on his face scared her.
“Yeah, really amazing,” how he’d survived after his suicidal charge was a mystery to Anthony, but he wasn’t about to complain. “You look good,” he said, smiling at her, despite the slight pain from the burns on his face. Luckily for Anthony’s looks, they were light and would heal without deep scarring.
Morag gave him a lopsided smile in return, “My head is still a little fuzzy and it hurts but after what I did to it I’m not surprised. You look better than you did even a few hours ago,” she added though she was careful not to tell him that he looked good. Because in truth he looked liked he’d been through the epic battle that he’d just fought.
Anthony gave her a look. “You mean I look less like I’ve been through hell?” he managed to joke and then coughed, talking dried out his already parched throat. Of course, coughing made his insides hurt more and even after he had some water it was a few minutes before he could speak or even see properly. “I hope someone hurt that bastard,” he rasped, licking his lips.
“Me too,” Morag agreed, “I honestly don’t remember a lot of what happened. The Healers say that it should become clearer as the days go on and my head heals. Not sure that I want it to be though to be honest. What I remember was awful.”
“Do you need anything? Can I call a Healer for you?” she asked.
He shook his head slightly. “No, I’m all right,” Anthony wanted to avoid having Healers fussing over him and interrupting this time with Morag.
“It was awful,” he agreed, wondering again how Michael and Terry were, as well as all the other DA members. He hoped they were all right, not as banged up as he was at least, although that was probably a vain hope. “But it’s over now...” Anthony gave Morag another small smile. His parents and brother would be able to come home and be safe. There would be no more torture at Hogwarts. The sacrifice might have been great, but it was worth it. He gave her hand a tight squeeze. “Over.”
Morag returned his smile, “And we can start over.”
While she’d been at Anthony’s bedside she’d been thinking about what starting over meant. She knew that the burden of being head of her family was going to fall on her. Kat just wasn’t made to make hard choices and there were still a lot of hard choices to make involving her parents’ estates.
“Yeah,” Anthony frowned slightly. “I don’t think I want to go back to Hogwarts,” he said then, suddenly realising this fact. “I mean, I’d like to get my NEWTs if I can, but I don’t want to do a whole year again. Even if it means skipping the classes that the Carrows taught. I’d rather start living my life,” he smiled at her again then. “Especially if you’re in it with me.”
Morag snorted, “Of course I’m in it with...” she trailed off and her eyes got wide, “Wait. Anthony are you...?” she couldn’t seem to finish the thought. Because the place her brain went was so extraordinary and unexpected that she figured it just had to be the aftereffects of repeatedly bashing it up against a wall.
Anthony hadn’t actually been proposing literally, it was more that he was simply aware that he couldn’t picture a life without Morag in it and not just as a friend. When she stuttered to a halt, he realised what she must be thinking and a small chuckle escaped. “I suppose I am?” his eyebrows rose up slightly in a facial version of a small shrug. The prospect of marrying Morag got better the more he thought about it. His fingers tightened on hers more. “All I know is that when I thought he’d killed you, I just... it was agony.”
Slowly a genuine smile bloomed across Morag’s face, “If you were to ask me when you’re not in a hospital bed and I’m not recovering from a head injury I promise you I’ll say yes,” she squeezed his hand back.
“Well that’s a good incentive to get better, isn’t it?” Anthony knew she was right to wait until they were better. It was possible this was the potions talking, but he didn’t think so. Slowly he drew her hand to his lips, kissing her palm lightly. There would be many who would say they were rushing things, but they’d both learned that life was too short to hesitate. “I love you, Morag MacDougal.”
She brushed Anthony’s long fringe out of his eyes marvelling at the fact that he’d finally seen her and now he wanted to spend his life with her. It took her breath away, “I love you too Anthony Goldstein,” she answered.
And she was pretty sure that she would for a very long time.